Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Fake noise.

Cheated in the photo, I tried damn hard to withstand the glare from my camera's flashes but baby just closed her eyes and gave a nice wide smile. Heh. I like, but now I think I'm getting more blind. Haha.

Just one piece you need to know - I am for real.


Sat 30th Aug. Was a date out with baby. It was a pretty long day as we had work earlier in the day. It was a good thing to look forward to. It was Gv's 1st anniversary and it was celebrated with the public for an outdoor screening of 2 new movies not yet released then. Make it happen and My sassy girl the american version. I believe, baby and I prefer the latter it had stronger meaning to it compared to the first movie which was a normal dance movie with a cliche plot, for me I think the lead actress cant really dance. Overall the night was pleasant with baby by my side throughout, just chilling on our mats and popcorns and snacks and a whole lot of people who came along as company. Thanks love it was a surprise to me no worries about that. Smiles at you, you! Heh.

Dafted and reflected by - Truth in the lies and his quotes inside. at 9/10/2008 05:31:00 PM

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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.