= The Victim =


Cracked :
Anuar.Son of Othman
-
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 =
Broken Wings Of A White Butterfly Twinkle Twinkle Fairy Dust 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

= 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.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

A Decade Times The Number Of Fingers
the realisation of the daily bliss
reaches the hundredth
secretly and silently spent at home

dinosaurs
sometimes the mind keeps on playing,
when the body's stationary.

tends to terribly missed the someone you love,
more as you're not with them.
guess we should just keep deaf about it,
everyday is like any other day.

tomorrow's a brand new day,
guess every brand new day is new.

there's not counting,
the hundredth day with you.

Sugarcult - Memory
~ lyrics below..

This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory? So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same. This may never start. I'll tear us apart. Cannot be your enemy. Losing half a year. Waiting for you here I'd be your anything. So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same. This may never start. Tearing out my heart. I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. (I'd be your memory) Feelings disappear. Can I be your memory? So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same. This may never start. We could fall apart And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory?
.. she'll never be just a memory.



* some days could be bitter,
~ maybe tomorow could still be sweet.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
2:41 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. 6917 days, 21 hours, 39 minutes, and 55 seconds * ~ of just. simply,.. bitter-sweet moments with you..=) 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.