= 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 =
Flowers Plus Sunshine Equals Sunflowers Number Of Fingers In A Palm Short Distances With Considerable Substances All About The Flipside Rainbows And All Of The Above Rains Of Sunshine In The Eyes Double Sweet Morning Madness Love Mechanism Dysfunctionality Sense Of Wit And Happiness Echoes Needed For Translation

= 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, November 30, 2006

Some Questions And Answers Scene
insert life of a national service officer
plus the watch with twenty five minutes to late
perhaps it was too early instead


records

seeing the monitor that couldn't be bothered
too sensitive to ask any wrong questions
talked to himself instead
rauna to anuar

~ how are you these days?
i'm perfectly fine.

~ serving national service?
yes.

~ what vocation exactly?
as a man in blue.

~ catch any criminals yet?
it's not all about catching criminals.
my job in a division as a pratroling officer.
morning then night shifts then rest two days.
posted in the east while living in the north.
go figure the traveling calculation.

~ basically what do you do each shift?
mostly arrive an hour earlier then my colleagues.
whom have appointed me as the maintenance officer.

~ what kind of cases?
various in sensitivity and kinds.
noise pollutions and household disputes.
insane people that's mentally unstable.
missing pesons' found and drugs declared.

~ how do you keep track of them?
more things to do and write as the bigger the cases goes.
the camera handling and report printings.

~ do you get worried?
yes.
maybe i'm paranoid at times.
because each day is never the same.
one moment i might be just cruising and the next chasing.
there's no control whether today will be in danger.
it feels good to come home to see the family.
to occasionally see my buddies.
to simply have a conversation with the dearest.



~ the dearest?
my significant other.
whom at times i let my ego get the best of me.
i'm truly sorry for being late and making careless mistakes.
half true when she mentioned that certain time i don't understand you.
i felt i did and opened up to ask in the first place.
a risky obvious question that wasn't worth it eventually.
now i have zero obvious topics.
i listened and talked to myself lately.
in conclusion he should keep any inquisitive stuff to myself.
hopefully try to better understand you my lady.

a classic; Boxcar Racer - There Is
.. lyrics below.

This vacation's useless These white pills aren't kind I've given a lot of thought on this 13-hour drive I miss the grinding concrete where we sat past 8 or 9 And slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights I've given a lot of thought to the nights we use to have The days have come and gone Our lives went by so fast I faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor Where I laid and told you, but you swear you loved me more Do you care if i don't know what to say Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me Will i shake this off, pretend it's all okay That there's someone out there who feels just like me There is Those notes you wrote me I've kept them all I've given a lot of thought of how to write you back this fall With every single letter in every single word There will be a hidden message about a boy that loves a girl Do you care if i don't know what to say Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me Will i shake this off, pretend it's all okay that there's someone out there who feels just like me There is Do you care if i don't know what to say? Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me Will i shake this off, pretend it's all okay That there's someone out there who feels just like me Do you care if i don't know what to say? Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me Will i shake this off, pretend it's all okay That there's someone out there who feels just like me There is
..us.



~ i miss you.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
2:15 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.