= 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 =
Bad Or Good Lucky Thirteen The Service A Year Since Passed The Mean Silence Of Drowsiness An Afternoon Massacre On Board Type A Screw Loose A Decade Times The Number Of Fingers Broken Wings Of A White Butterfly Twinkle Twinkle Fairy Dust Grey Wheels That Keeps Turning Slowly Rememberance

= 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.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

A Mix Of Black And Blues
the moments before
as events unfold
hearts

unresponsive
~ readmitted something;

I'm not like all the others hopefully.
I have a mind of my own unknowingly.
I can think without saying the opposite.
I can blindly see without assistance.
I can live without realisation.

Don't judge me by first impressions please.
That doesn't classify anyone anywhere.
Stare into my eyes for a glimpse.
Crawl around in my mind patiently.
Take a simple light grip of my soul.
I promise you've never seen it before twice or again.
I'm unique maybe.
I like who I am really with you.

I speak my mind secretly.
I have the power to do anything eventually.
I want to change the world it seems.
I want to fly with you.

I want to understand my interaction.
I want to know your silent thoughts.
I've made classical mistakes before.
I've done wrong things occasionally.
But it makes me who I am today and yesterday.

If you really want to know me,
Look deep inside of me and ask.
I'll show you something amazing if could.
I'll show you me as a person from within.
only for my dearest juliana out there.

then to the eastern front we headed
the point of the malay community
a bazaar of a thousand many traditional clothes
the fruitless search
the guy was as usual a bit irritating as always

the patient was realised pissed
debates are healthy he guessed
the lady just wasn't in the mood

only god can explain the problem
in resolution for breakfast was quite
quick in the busride to beach road
where the tables are plenty



yet the seats aren't so plenty
nevertheless the atmosphere was there
with noodles of siam
with beef cooked to perfection



an oriental one we supposed
with cool fruits
that played around with us
an acciden with papaya and watermelon
apart next to the halal food central



the busride
terribly crowded with impatience
a decent photography just couldn't be cleared
charged as nonsensical guilt
by the adorable lady
never felt the harshness in words though
just worried about her late night
clouded nightmares of leaving me

~ a simple song for the senses..
Amberlin - Paperthin Hymn
.. lyrics below.

When your only friends are hotel rooms Hands are distant lullabies If I could turn around I would tonight These roads never seemed so long Since your paperheart start beating leaving me suddenly alone Will daybreak ever come? Who's gonna call on sunday morning? Who's gonna drive you home? I just want one more chance To put my arms in fragile hands I thought you said forever Over and over A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion These thoughts run through my head Over and over Complaints of violins become my only friends August evenings Bring solemn warnings To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight You never know what temporal days may bring So laugh, love, live free and sing When life is in dischord Praise ye the lord Who's gonna call on sunday morning? Who's gonna drive you home? I just want one more chance To put my arms in fragile hands I thought you said forever Over and over The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion These thoughts run through my head Over and over Complaints of violins become my only friends I thought you said forever over and over The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion These thoughts run through my head over and over Complaints of violins become my only friends I thought you said forever over and over These thoughts run through my head
.. these just simple thoughts.



~ even in pieces my dearest,
.. you're still to be loved all over.

Conclusions by ~da LosT Victim. @ 2:01 PM

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
2:01 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.