Sunday, August 24, 2008

In prints against the winds.

As you turn your back to catch a glimps of a beautiful sight,
I'll be right behind you.
As you turn back in hope of running into my arms,
the one you look for comfort and warmth,
I'll be right infront.
But no matter a beautiful sight,
I'll be right by your side.
For you, I'll ride and fly our love kite so high beyond the clouds,
only visible to us in the night.
The path along can be dark but it will be all so bright,
baby you got to make this right.
You took my breath, you stealer, you theft.
Grab my heart, I might just give you the rest,
by now you know it rhymes,
baby, all I can give is
-- time.






On the 15th of Aug, we went to Vivo City and then made a trip down to Sentosa, it was decided on spot and so she went in a new dress and gladiator shoes. It was a fun day with her re-living some time spent there months back. Enjoyed the tram rides, the sights, pleasant weather, took a hiking trail (which she couldnt wait to exit while I wanted to get lost to spend awhile more in the forested pretty creepy walk there.) With her most loved ice cream to compliment dinner, we spend alittle more time and headed back to our playground spot for alittle time more, cant just get enough.
More plans ahead for that little island Singapore has. It was a day well spent and it was one of the days that we were suppose to work but it was called off. Thankful for that though cause no money can buy the feeling of being or falling in love over again and again, infinity - with one love.


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"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.