Monday, September 10, 2007

Missed, but he dont chase `

Three's a party.
My three classic and unbelievable buys, I got my feet lucky.
A combo shot of each shoe.
View of the inner sole settings, the bearbrick.

Nike Papa Bear Dunk SB -


Head and one of the three bear pack which includes the other pairs namely, Mama Bear and Baby Bear, with fur but different colourways, mid and low cut respectively.


A very rare and exclusive pair across the sneaker world.


No ordinary combination with Medicom which are the smarts behind the bearbrick series.


A must have and a highly anticipated.

Nike Dino Jr Dunk SB -
A rare pair of shoes, in tribute of an old band 80's name Dino Jr collaboration. It has been two decades since thier last release. Instant classic, which give a grace impact for this production of this pair.

Nike Blazer SB Limited edition -
Designed with close and deep colours and runs of wool and leather skin laces and inner linings. Chosen with detailed material. Proud edition of its Blazer family.





4 comments:

Sin Yee said...

nice shoes you've got.

Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. said...

Thanks yeah. Sure to be, I got em' haha...

sarahmarie said...

YOUR NEW SHOES ARE SO STYLO!
i like em man, esp the red plaid-ish ones. ahhhhh.

Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. said...

Haha, yeah thanks aunty lady! Yeah cool, thought you may actually like the Papa bear one with its fur and stuff. Haha, anyways, cheers to ya attachment, call me to vivo before I begin school! Argh, with my new class. Haha.

Peaceout,
Justin.


"Sometimes we seem to see hate more than love as we have that haunting confusion between both."
The leader in obivious ways but he is scared and humbled away when the truth arise one day. He fed the rich and abandon the poor, he taught the blind to walk and he helped the lame to see. Nothing more than it seems, as how contradicing life can be. To seek that path still in search to be enlighten by our very ownself and to forget knowing the rest.

About Me

Singapore, Serangoon Gardens.
I wouldnt say I'm that much of a simple guy who lives down the street with little motives running through his head, cause that wouldnt be me neither would it be that simple. Like most and all others, a man who transits between his faith, hopes and downs back to reality where either or neither both be found. If I was to state me as simple, then it places my aims to the test. Defying the oughts of nothing but the simple truth, sad and drown, torn yet driven to find out why and the reason he was brought here in aid to comprehend his fingerprints and the complex map as if a form of hardcore tattoo arcoss his palm printed; he urges his story to unfold, crushes the young chapters but alike an innocent kid, places it under his pillow. What will you do if you came back to life and held the object and subject who killed you? To meet and yet be part of the director of this enticing thriller yet dramatic plot of my life.