= The Victim =


Cracked :
Anuar.Son of Othman
-
Sex :
Yes.yes.yes
But, then..
Only after marry2.
-
Last Weapon Used :
Water Pistol.
-
Simply ♥ :
his dear sleepyhead.
-
Was Last Seen :
Running Away
With A Pink Paint Marker.
-
R.I.P :
1st June 1986
-
Crayons :
Black.Red.White
-
Lost Causes :
JieminPrimary(1993-1998)NorthlandSecondary(1999-2002)CollegeWestDover(2003-2005)PoliceNationalService(121stIntakeFitSqd52/05)
-
If All Else Fails :


= Ties =
_Adi.
_Ain.
_Alfie.
_Aziana.
_Chris.
_Eric.
_Fadilah.
_Faizal.
_Hidayah.
_Izyan.
_Juliana.
_KeHin.
_Kenneth.
_Khairi.
_Nuraqilah.
_Nurizzati.
_Roslina.
_SiHui.
_Wahidah.

= Shots =
Rememberance A Quarter Since Certainty A Pair Of Dried Lips With Bared Adjectives The Winding Road Of Abstinence Spent On Suspension Eastern Road Trip Of Fascination Bloody Virgins No More Naked Fingers Melted Cream A Shot Closer To Comfort Just A Couple Of Days Worth Of Scratches

= Guilt =
April 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 October 2007 November 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 February 2009 March 2009

= The Crimes =
Death By Friendster?
'cute = insanity'
Toopid Chipmunk & Lizard!
Anti-Friendster-Profile
.fear.explained.
( kinda proud to be a singaporean )
buying.an.igloo
^respect^the^animals
*Aint An Emo Kid
*Im Just A sXe
his.nightmares
her.nightmares
~ hubbing.
~ one life lived.
~ under the red umbrella.
Singapura's Media

= The Freaking Headaches =
Crimson Room
Viridian Room
White Chamber
Blue Chamber

= The Voices =

= The Profile =

My Photo
Name:
Location: Switzerland


.someone.who.nvr.realise.something.
.unless.its.too.late.
.to.his.friends.diff.pespectives.
.nvr.judge.him.observe.
.fast.western.choco.
.ice.mint.pepsi.
.food.beverage.

= Hidden Desires =

professional random photography
n/service october'05 - march'07
dvd handycam february'08
eos slr camera march'08
gold playstation portable july'07
tickle me elmo t.m.x.
class 3 basic theory april'06
class 3 final theory july'06
class 3 final practical
class 3 vehicle license
diploma education
saving for diploma education
police force regular april'07
believing in true luv again
flexibility in thinking & adapting
overcome her swimming fears
spending sufficient time with her

= Footsteps =

* bitter-sweet sizes.

= Contradictory =

* voices.against.constant.reaction.

= Television =

* zebra.revolver.officer.dreams.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Grey Wheels That Keeps Turning Slowly
the sky was of a pale yellow
was it the day before or after
the temperatures of a mild humidity to sleep


static
thoughts of someone of his calibre
unexpectedly had unknowingly applied
to be a regular police officer
barely made out alive
secretly from his supervisors
been through two drugged interviews

when being first handed
the letter from his mother
the pale yellow day before
news of a final interview

one that's soon turning
slowly his life around
either dramatically or drastically

last faceoff in a penal board
on friday the thirteenth
october two thousand and two

~ a millionth to one possible questions...

* mind still blanked.

Lost Prophets - Last Train Home
~ lyrics..

To every broken heart in here Love was once a part, but now it's disappeared She told me that it's all a part of the choices that you make Even when you think you're right You have to give to take But there's still tomorrow Forget the sorrow And I can be on the last train home Watch it pass the day As it fades away No more time to care No more time, today But we sing If we're going nowhere Yeah we sing If it's not enough And we sing Sing without a reason To ever fall in love I wonder if you're listening Picking up on the signals Sent back from within Sometimes it feels like I don't really know what's going on Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here But there's still tomorrow Forget the sorrow And I can be on the last train home Watch it pass the day As it fades away No more time to care No more time, today But we sing If we're going nowhere Yeah we sing If it's not enough And we sing Sing without a reason To ever fall in love Well we sing if we're going nowhere Yeah we sing if it's not enough And we sing Sing without a reason to ever fall in love But we sing If we're going nowhere Yeah we sing If it's not enough And we sing Sing with out a reason to ever fall in love To ever fall in love again fall in love again
.. the reasons why 'last train home' was crossed yesterday.



* 'live' in black and white to kill some boredom.
~ as another day just slowly passed away..

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
3:55 PM




Simplicity Of My Complications;Blood-stained Bullets Missed My Head... Yet Entered My Life...
none.taken.seriously.unless.he.lets.u.noe.end.beginning.confused. Simplicity Of My Complications;Blood-stained Bullets Missed My Head... Yet Entered My Life...
none.taken.seriously.unless.he.lets.u.noe.end.beginning.confused.