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FEEL.
Every Wednesday
Free flow of colors till late.

Doto-Graphy

Pieces of shit = Molecules

Dusk for granted.

Rise and shine.. or fall?

Lights.

experiment with lights..




It's going to come to an end soon. Before I know it, it'll sting me like a bee. But it's better than to stay in that fucked up hole. It's the beginning of the end. I hope luck is on my side till the end. 12092008

You make me so sick.

Maybe one day, the two of us going to face the final faceoff. I have no idea why you are becoming of this. This is disappointing for me to accept. I did not believe in that. Or at least, at that point of time, I did not believe the both of us would be nothing more than a myth. Now you have shown me all the possibilities of becoming of that. To savage this, I would really like to take some time off you. Or at least, some time to think and chase away all the ghosts you've sent.

You're scaring me.

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Colors/Gradient.

A Chat with Adebayor

I was waiting for the bus, standing up and reading the Newpaper. I was plugged in to my iPod so I couldn't hear any surrounding sound. I was reading the sports section and it was an interview with Adebayor. As I was reading, my vision went black for a moment. Then I realised there was this black guy just beside me trying to ask me something. I guess he had been calling out to me quite a few times but as I was listening to the music, I couldn't hear it. So he reached out his hands and waved in front of my Newpaper. That's why I saw black for a moment. I took off my earphones and looked up. It's ADEBAYOR!

Adebayor, 'Hey, this bus to punggol plaza?'

Me, 'Yeah, later when we're on board the bus, i'll tell you where to alight. I'm taking this bus as well.'

Adebayor, 'Ok.'

So we boarded the bus and after telling him where to alight,

Me, 'So you're going there for?'

Adebayor, 'I don't know, walk around. How's the place, nice?'

Me, 'It's not really that fantastic. Just a small mall. So where you're from?'

Adebayor, 'I'm from Africa.. How about you?' (I was expecting Togo though.)

Me (wtf isn't it obvious?), 'Huh? Of course I'm from Singapore.'

Adebayor (showing a cheeky face, not believing me), 'Are you sure?'

Me (wtf?), 'Yeah of course. I'm a Singaporean. I live here. Why? (Wtf?) Then where do you think I'm from?

Adebayor, 'Oh, you look like you're from Hong Kong.'

Me, 'Nooo, I'm a Singaporean. :) (Yeah, I looked like the guy in those sex scandals who fucked female celebrites' reputations up, don't I?)

(Or is it that I'm fat?)




His looks resembles Adebayor.

Chelsea 3 Liverpool 2

It hurts to think now. It ached to watch the second half of extra time. 15 long minutes to watch in pain as my favourite team went two goals behind. It's a torment to watch your favourite players tired up, but still running, trying their utmost best to push for goals. If I can sing, scream and shout all to evaporate those disappointing faces of Gerrard, Carragher, Torres, and company, I would. After a solid 90 minutes, I thought all was over but penalties shootout after extra time. I was anticipating us to pick up victory for the third time over them after they were denied a goal due to offside in extra time. I thought it was our night.


But my thoughts were shattered minutes after that denied goal, a penalty was given against us! My both palms were cushioning the back of my head again. As I watched two goals conceded in the first period of the extra time, my heart sank.


The living room was observed in silence throughout the remaining minutes of the extra time. For two Reds' fans sank into their seats while the third one, still biting his finger with intense anger and desperation, refusing to stop till his finger came off. The fourth watching the match is a neutral one as he watched on with the rest, he did not rub salt onto their wounds. Instead, he remained silence as he understands very well what it is like to be in this situation.


Finally with the final whistle blown after the extra time, I let out a short cry, 'Good Game'. It was a good game indeed. We can still hold our heads high as there will always be another season. That's what Liverpool fans are about. We don't go around repaying a friend who took the effort to send the instant result with the scoreline not in favour to himself, by replying a text message saying, 'Yes! Liverpool sucks'. That's how a typical Chelsea/Manchester United fan would do. So I've learnt a lesson here.

And for Chelsea fans and Manchester United fans AND manager, you know nothing about winning by losing.

Yes, we've lost.

Liverpool 1 Chelsea 1

Will this season be another season we lift up this new trophy?

Or will it be another disappointing trophy-less season for us?

No one's fault to concede a late away goal. Despite that, I'm still confident we can reach the final. Push the blame to Yugi Wu JunRu instead of 'Thunderbolt' Riise. Cause the reason is simple, You'll Never Walk Alone. :)

A Classic Example - SOME Liverpool fans still singing out loud after Liverpool lost 3 nil to Manchester United at Old Trafford

They sing,
'His armband proved he was a red
Torres Torres
You'll Never Walk Alone it said
Torres Torres
We bought the lad from sunny spain
He gets the ball he scores again
Fernando Torres, Liverpool's number nine
Nanar Nanar Nanar....
Fernando Torres, Liverpool's number nine.'

sublimes for grab

experimental sublimes..

An Addict in 5 Days of Hell

An addict was being isolated in a cell and his drug was taken away from him for 5 days. He could not initiate communicate with the outside world and what's left of him was a bed to sleep on and a phone that couldn't make outgoing calls. He could only endure for 5 long days and wait for help to arrive.

Day 1
06:50am
29 March 2008, Saturday
As the phone goes dead, my heart rate slows down. I monitored it for more than hours. I just can't get to sleep. The side effect sets in, I guess. This is going to haunt me for a long long time..

Day 2
11:30am
30 March 2008, Sunday
I stare into void. Can I do this on my own? The odds are against me. I look on as there's a long way ahead of me. I can't help by taking in numerous deep breath. Sitting at the corner of this dark and frightening cell, I can't help by sob in tears. All these may make me look more like an addict but I guess I can't help much..

Day 3
10:30pm
31st March 2008, Monday
Waiting for the phone to ring, I anticipated it ten over times today. I feel jaded. There's something missing and I don't feel right. Is this the way how it should be? As my kicks set in, I tremble in fear and uncertainty. I just can't kick the habit of breathing heavily but yet, I survived the third day. Somehow or somewhat, I survived so far just to hang on to that very day. Till then, I know hanging on is the only solution..

Day 4
11:10pm
1 April 2008, Tuesday
The phone rings! I rush over but by the time I pick it up, the line goes dead! I throw the phone on the floor. It is completely useless! My respiration system stalls. I can't breathe easy. It's amazing how my body could resist this far till the fourth day. I thought I was going to give way. I thought I was never going to find Sunday. Without able to get to you is torturous. This ordeal is tearing me apart. But everything is coming to an end soon. This addiction is making me paranoid as I tremble under my blanket, in this place I call Hell..

Day 5
12:25 pm
2 April 2008, Wednesday
Everything is coming to an end real soon. This Hell, this ordeal and these torments are worthwhile in exchange for your return. One more day. I shall wait impatiently for your return for this addiction I've been craving for, is by far, the sweetest addiction I've ever craved for.

p.s; lydd, you're the one that addict craves for and you're my drug, my sweetest addiction :)

Devil's Snap.

Hi, my name is Anna. I worked as a photographer previously in one of the top creative company. I enjoyed snapping from anything and everything to nothing. Whatever it is, I loved taking photographs and I loved my job. My cabinet contained my collection of Single-Lens Reflex cameras, from Canon D10 to Nikon D80. I had them all. I spent nearly all my savings on lenses, films, cameras, tripods and everything about photography. But there's a camera that I adored. That Polaroid camera was everything to me. Everywhere I go, it follow suit. Photography was my life and my life was photography. Till one day. An incident I will never forget. It robbed me of 'my life'.

It was a Thursday night. The row of plants by the side of the pavement looked battered tonight. The badminton court was occupied by a few flirting cats. The orchestra coming from the bushes sounded heavier tonight. All the six-legged creatures came out earlier due to the late noon downpour. The paint work done this morning at the bus stop was smeared. Drips of red paint falling from the roof and patches of red footsteps directing away from the shelter.

I alighted from the bus and walked home after another tiring day at work. I avoided the smeared paint on the ground and hopped to safety. I continued my way on Dead Street. I called my area Dead Street simply cause every night after eight, it would be so quiet that it seemed that the Dead occupied these entire rows of houses. I passed by the usual houses and to the route back to my house. It was on the pavement, I saw him.

He was walking slowly with a crippled leg. He moved inch by inch towards the grassland ahead. His dirty brown robe made him look so shabby from the back. He had his hood up and all I could see was a dark figure against the grassland up ahead. He dragged what looked like a long pole on his left. Every step he took, the pole screeched on the wet pavement. He was walking some distance in front of me. I thought I should capture the scene down with my Polaroid but the screeching sound is far too much for this Dead street. So after taking the photograph, I hasten my pace and caught up with him.

What greeted me shocked the hell out of my life and I wished that I could faint on the spot than to witness the whole entire scene. I thought it was so dark that his hood had nothing in it. I mean, there wasn't anything in that hood! There was no face, nothing! I stared unbelievably at the 'darkness' of the hood. I inced back and fell on my ass. My butt was stuck to the ground. I could not react accordingly to what my brain instructed me to. Sitting there like a helpless kid, my hands were trembling tremendously. The pole he was holding was actually a scythe! That of what the Grim Reaper carries! Or was he Grim Reaper?!

He bent down and reached for my polaroid camera on the ground which I probably dropped while I was struggling to come to terms when I saw him. He turned his direction to me. He stared straight in my eyes. I could feel bloodshot in my eyes. I swear to god, even though there wasn't anything in that hood of his, I could tell that his 'invisible' eyes were glaring at me! After which felt like a decade, he switched his focus back to the polaroid camera. He inced out his hand and faced the camera towards his face. Just like how we would take photographs of ourselves, he did it in the same fashion! I was dumbfounded. After the flashlight shone, the polaroid camera released the instant film. He took the instant film and put it in his robe. With that, he placed the polariod camera on the ground where he took it and flew right through me!

After this horrifying incident, I threw away all my photographic equipments. I promised myself I will never touch cameras again. And please believe me, I plead you. I need someone to. Till now, this footage is still playing at the back of my head..

Picture; http://lazygunn.deviantart.com/

Her Sweet Smile.

Watching the orange sun sometimes make me feel alive

For I know you'll be there just like the sky always do for the sun
You tint the dark blue sky so bright tonight
Would the moon feel threatened with you on my right?
You are just like those stars saturating the dark dull sky
Baby, could I be the one you feel all night?
How did I manage to find such a sweet girl in the dark?
For your smiles make me feel so good so right.

Well, I'm in love.

The Complacent Heaven Knight

If you think celebrating a battle means victory, think again.

The visitor charged with great haste and hatred while the host held their shields to defend their motherland with utmost determination. It was the ugliest dispute between two countries. Since the early years, they had not been in good terms. Finally, both of these countries put their dislikes for each other into action. Both troops clashed.

He was the greatest knight ever. He was named 'The Heaven Knight'. He held his left arm up. The sword in his arm was projected high up, dyed with fresh red blood. He dropped his jaw wide open and shouted in victory after the sword pierced down the throat of his opposition. He enjoyed celebrating his kill in this fashion.

He carried on with eliminating his opposition. One after another, he slitted the throat and celebrated in his fashion. He held his left arm up. The sword in his arm was projected high up, dyed with fresh red blood. He dropped his jaw wide open and shouted in victory after he pierced his sword down the heart of his opposition. He tried to yell louder this time, but no voice came out. Instead, he splattered fresh red blood out. Coming through his throat was a sharp blade. It was a sword penetrated through by one of his opposition from behind as he was celebrating his kill. Blood splattered out as he dropped dead on the ground.

Dead was the Heaven Knight, killed by a random soldier. His death was due to his complacency. Shouldn't he be looking at the bigger picture? Complacency was well worth in this case. Now that the Heaven Knight has gone to hell, I shall rename him 'The Hell Knight'.

Would you rather win hundred battles to a war?

Your Night Companion.

Do you still remember those nights? Have you ever feel remorse for what you did? You didn't try to make it work. You didn't even bother to care about me anymore. Those nights I would watch you to sleep. Those nights you would just hug me without saying anything. I did not question about anything you'd done. How could you do this to me? I did not care if you were fooling around. It does not matter at all. All I ask for is you to come home every night.

If you could just pick me up from underneath..

Everytime you would lie by my side. Eveytime you would hug me to sleep. Everytime, oh why? How I wish I could return the favour. How I wish my arms could reach out too. That if I've got any. That if you still care. Now that everything isn't the same anymore, I couldn't even walk out on my own.

If you could catch me from beneath..

You brought her home, she threw me off our room. Beneath the place I called home. The place we would lay on every night. Now, it's only a bed for both of you. If only, I could speak up. If only I could spread my arms. I would not be here, under the bed I called home. No one care anymore. For I am just your sleeping bolster.

I'm going under..

Gone.

testing out some of my brushes and fonts; in the process of reviving my portfolio :(

This Gift

I know it's a gift from you. Though it means no other than a piece of paper to me, I still treasure this gift. Thank you angel. I'll be leaving you in eight months time but I will never forget the sea you're living in.

I miss you

My Death Note

If you find me lying in the coffin, please do not call my name. I don't wish to shed any tears but do burn me with my favourite photographs.

Incineration may turn me into ashes. My destination may seem faraway. Though I am gone forever, I will still always remember you.

I may died of overdosing of pills. I may died of natural death but the reason for my death isn't important. Cause the key to my life is having something to die for.

Those laughters I had brought, those places I had been to will always be a part of me. For they are all pieces of the life I had before.

Before I forget, can you do me a favor?

Please smile at my funeral.