= The Victim =


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

= 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 =

About Me

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.

Friday, September 29, 2006

Twinkle Twinkle Fairy Dust
the search for music of my favourite genre
classic.semi.punk.straightedge is dead and buried
the infestation of mainstream music is totally here

plastic
bubble is such a world we lived in
where substance is just like a morning dew
appearing every mornin
well every dew is totally different really
in the end it just appears
eventually as just a dew

well rested due
to the past nights' off
through the net the music gone soft
now full of lighted designs without any meaning
is experimental part of a beginning
or is it an ending

just that one can never be too sure
the life and state of another individual
who had shown to the world
he or she's just another scenester

a specfic youth subculture
wannabees and poseurs of the substances

* music's just another platform for ego.

one of the uncles of today's misguided..
Fugazi - Glueman
~ substance below..

I spent it all On the bag On the drag The sun comes up, the tide rolls out The trucks roll by the park still a park Where children play and pick up stones Anything to make them feel less alone - he's alone His mind is his own town where all his thoughts run aground They fall all over and down I spent it all On the bag On the drag The sun comes down, the tide rolls back We crawl our way back to the house we call home He holds his home in the palm of his hand And he says, and he says You are my everyone, you are my anyone You are my anytime, you are my every time why You are my everywhere...anywhere...
.. do not click the video below,
~ if music ain't your passion.



* pulled into the twilight zone.

a plastic universal of emotional lyrical poets,
is what's happening to today's society
a sudden spoof of this sudden century
is'nt about wars or peace
is about how basic education changes
the cracks of a pair of rose-tinted glasses





* a chipmunk future is upon us.
~ chipmunk lyrics to; Head Automatica - Beating Heart Baby..

beating hearts baby baby is this love for real? beating hearts baby let me in your arms to feel beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby you, you want nothing to do with me you, you want nothing to do with me i, i don't know what to do with you cause you don't know what you do to me baby is this love for real let me in your arms to feel the beating of your heart, baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby baby is this love for real? beating hearts baby let me in your arms to feel beating hearts baby your beating heart, baby beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby you, you really got your hold on me you, you really got your hold on me you, you gotta get away from me cause you, you want nothing to do with me baby is this love for real let me in your arms to feel the beating of your heart, baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby baby is this love for real? beating hearts baby let me in your arms to feel beating hearts baby your beating heart, baby beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby in spite of you of you even out of view still I love all of you i do, yeah in spite of you even out of view still I love all of you i do, yeah you want nothing to do with me you, you want nothing to do with me baby is this love for real let me in your arms to feel your beating heart, baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby baby is this love for real? beating hearts baby let me in your arms to feel beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby baby is this love for real? beating hearts baby let me in your arms to feel beating hearts baby your beating heart, baby beating hearts baby .. ok, guess he had way too much rest these three days.



~ go figure the difference.
.. zzZ.

Conclusions by ~da LosT Victim. @ 3:13 PM

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
3:13 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.