Wednesday, March 31, 2010
silverstar
thank you everyone who supported me, encouraged me, motivated me, sent me to the audition ( YAD) ... that star right there is all of yous !
kabuki
Thursday, March 25, 2010
dream
fast forward to me, i will reverse back to you...
what could have been...
i am stuck in your labyrinth...
with your remains inside me...
because we are not finished yet...
again maybe sometime...
someday...
in the future ...
where the two clouds will meet again...
what could have been...
i am stuck in your labyrinth...
with your remains inside me...
because we are not finished yet...
again maybe sometime...
someday...
in the future ...
where the two clouds will meet again...
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
in the mrt
the couple that is whispering sexy things to each other what they are going to do to each other tonight.
businessman on the way to his lunch date.
grandma that smiled with her heart because someone gave up a sit for her.
mum pushing two babies in a pram who are dreaming of meadows, pony and starships alike.
the guy with popping eardrums as his music went overdrive,
causing noise pollution to the corporate looking lady beside him with a smirk on her face carrying the branded bag that she saved up from not eating lunch or dinner.
construction workers reading newspaper and gossiping over the latest scandal not knowing that the others in the mrt are eavesdropping on their conversation.
teenage queenbee touching up her make-up with that glamor case.
little kids that are bursting with happiness in them as the ride seems to be heading for the galaxies with their heads stuck closely to the windows seeing the world passing them effortlessly.
me listening to empire of the sun and anticipating for my last stop...
businessman on the way to his lunch date.
grandma that smiled with her heart because someone gave up a sit for her.
mum pushing two babies in a pram who are dreaming of meadows, pony and starships alike.
the guy with popping eardrums as his music went overdrive,
causing noise pollution to the corporate looking lady beside him with a smirk on her face carrying the branded bag that she saved up from not eating lunch or dinner.
construction workers reading newspaper and gossiping over the latest scandal not knowing that the others in the mrt are eavesdropping on their conversation.
teenage queenbee touching up her make-up with that glamor case.
little kids that are bursting with happiness in them as the ride seems to be heading for the galaxies with their heads stuck closely to the windows seeing the world passing them effortlessly.
me listening to empire of the sun and anticipating for my last stop...
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
animalkraze
two rabbits( Mad-hatter) and (Bugs), one duck ( T-Rex) , one piglet ( Bambi)
one beagle ( Snaggletooth)
one beagle ( Snaggletooth)
Saturday, March 6, 2010
To: the impulse of life
Jung said of the romantic-
The soul cannot exist in peace until it finds its other, and the other is always a you.
The soul cannot exist in peace until it finds its other, and the other is always a you.
Friday, March 5, 2010
you & me
Irving Penn
when insomania hits, my writing starts
for these past month every time i close my eyes, ideas come popping out...
i cant sleep like that...at the same time i dont want to lose my ideas
i think i am turning into an owl ...
the more silent the night is,
my brain's hyperactive mode is hitting the max...
the second Jim ends the song with Just like honey in the background, my eyes is still wide open...
Jonsi, Sigur Ros, Mogwai, Sa Dingding don't work on me anymore either...
this is really weird for i am feeling like i am one of the characters from Murakami's surreal stories ..
i guess i have to keep writing and writing till i am really tired...
i cant sleep like that...at the same time i dont want to lose my ideas
i think i am turning into an owl ...
the more silent the night is,
my brain's hyperactive mode is hitting the max...
the second Jim ends the song with Just like honey in the background, my eyes is still wide open...
Jonsi, Sigur Ros, Mogwai, Sa Dingding don't work on me anymore either...
this is really weird for i am feeling like i am one of the characters from Murakami's surreal stories ..
i guess i have to keep writing and writing till i am really tired...
Monday, March 1, 2010
times like this
when you are at your weakest, you are also at your strongest only if you allow yourself to be.
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