Monday, November 9, 2009

To 24 months



Celebrating 2 years, love! Applauding the journey filled with laughter, good fun, oh-so-important trust, understanding, time, effort despite some anger and irritation but most importantly of course, ultimately, love. I wanna truly affirm you for everything you've thought for and of me positively, and the effort placed in only to shower them on me. Appreicate it even though sometimes it may not seem. 2 years does not only mark our special relationship by simply the form of time, but it marks the fact of sustainable love through what we have gone through in which only you and I know. Anyway, all there is to know in this wish of 'Celebrating 2 years', is that I love the fact I have got to know you and grew to know more. Despite all the differences especially in two relatively different lives we lead still, in some way you are the piece of that puzzle that fits.

Dafted and reflected by - Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. at 11/09/2009 12:00:00 AM

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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.