music-idiot designs. the fake sound of progress

.Phuture Senses

Thursday, September 25, 2008

For the first and last time, i guess, would be the last time i enter Zouk/Phuture on a Saturday night I THINK.

Why?

Well.Somethings are just better left unsaid.

Defining your purpose of intentions

kill me; 2:46 PM

.What Hurts The Most?

Friday, September 19, 2008

Each time you walk past me when i meet you,i have the urgency to tell how much i love you.That shine in your eyes.Glittering enlightenment of visionary.The smile.So sweet.As sweet as a freshly riped apple.That face.The face of a true goddess.

Self obssession you might say. But the fact that we have been there and done that just makes me kept wanting our story to continue unfold.I don't look foward to the future.But taking it on a day to day basis,we can hold on to the every motion we make.

I still love you.I really do.But i guess i can't be with you.I'm sorry is all i can do.

What hurts the most? You can't be with the person you really love.

Pretty lush

kill me; 12:44 PM

.Playground

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I'm loving it. My Canon 1000D.Pictures paints a thousand words, and the improving skills. HAHA

I feel damn gay in this photo for a moment.

Shit. Somebody exposed my beloved boxers.





Milk anyone? Well.Literally that is.


Trying to put your sex game back on course

kill me; 8:42 PM

.Arab Street

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Finally, i brought my baby out to school and places for some exciting sessions!

Wait wait. Not a child, but my beloved Canon 1000D. Wohoo. So, it was a session with my close peeps from secndary school. Asrol, Erfy, Zubaidah and Raiza!

Drove around picking up people from Sembawang to YCK to Orchard and of course, exciting shots from all 5 of us newly found aspiring photographers. HAHA. To cut short, enjoy the pics!


Alamak.Loving siol
Retard.HAHAHA.
Kampong Days








Home sweet home.

Missing life of who i really am

kill me; 5:05 PM

.Martyr

Friday, September 05, 2008

There are so many things that i would like to share about, but there is just too much to say, too little time to begin with.

I have been reminiscing alot for the past few days, be it from secondary school days to the early days of my poly education.

Missed during the times when my peeps and me would sneek out of class to smoke.
Missed during the times when we would give lame excuses just to skip supplementary classes
Missed during the times when we had our class field trips and would surely end up getting scolded for doing *ehem* shouldn't explain to prevent horrification to you readers

No one knows me best than my secondary school mates.

But realising that i have changed so much that, i'm a sinner, no longer a saint.

The Drowners

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