If you are going to tell me how to live my life then you are wrong. Its my life, my rules not yours. I am not you, and you are not me. So stop telling me what to do. You've done your best for the years you have lived, now let me live mine... please! Its too late to turn the clock and to change your past, the best you can do is move on and live life... you are too old for all this childish nonsense. Both of you are! Enough is enough. I will not take this anymore... do you understand. I say enough!
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Monday, 30 November 2009
An end can be a start
Isn't this just true? When one door closes, another door opens. I woke up this morning and I realise hmmm... you'll never want to open a closed chapter especially when you have read a bad book... let it stay close and we shall open our own new chapter.
Sunday, 29 November 2009
The Past
I remember how she used to say "Aiya! Aiya!" to me in her very oriental accent. I remember how much I disliked her a few years ago but then it got better. She may be everything that all the friends were after but she was not that good. It sure did not work like that... I passed with flying colours despite the partying and she didn't. Gosh... it was just so long ago. She spoke funny too... I guess its all the same whether you're from up North or South of Asia. Everything just sounded mangled. Mangled!
If you were a whore, you'd speak funny, write funny and you would not even care bout your tenses. Would you? Why would you? Okay, two very different people here ok... but still the same. Speaking and writing... all funny... no tenses, no grammar, nothing!!!
Okay, rambling on and on again with past memories... school memories. Weird how some little things can get to a person, no?
Different memory: how on earth can you wear a bloody cowboy hat and look like a slut? Ok, such a pisser here... I am going!

If you were a whore, you'd speak funny, write funny and you would not even care bout your tenses. Would you? Why would you? Okay, two very different people here ok... but still the same. Speaking and writing... all funny... no tenses, no grammar, nothing!!!
Okay, rambling on and on again with past memories... school memories. Weird how some little things can get to a person, no?
Different memory: how on earth can you wear a bloody cowboy hat and look like a slut? Ok, such a pisser here... I am going!
All clean
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Water Sprite
The Water Sprite
Theme: Fantasay Sprites II
Photo by: HC4 of Hyperclicks.net
Model: Syaza
Location: Asma Hotel
MUA: HC2
Theme: Fantasay Sprites II
Photo by: HC4 of Hyperclicks.net
Model: Syaza
Location: Asma Hotel
MUA: HC2
Don't you just love it? The Hyperclicks have a whole collection on this series. I call it "Fantasy Sprites". They come in Parts I, II & III. It was a rather difficult shoot but Syaza made it look so easy since she loves the water. Rain was drizzling and the two HC photogs were snapping away despite the rain. Syaza was happily splashing around :) Our official MUA was not around and I had to make do with her fantasy like makeup. See more on our site.
The Swiss Love Bus
I was searching for something last night and came across this, "The Swiss Love Bus"!!! hehehe... click on it to find out! I love the colours on it, it sure looked like 2 buses!!! Amazing paint job I tell you.
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Helooooo
Sometimes it is best not to say certain "things". These "things" might come in the most hurtful manner when one does not realise it. Although, these "things" are often said elsewhere and not directly to the person. No matter how much one rolls ones eyes or pretends that nothing happened when one does not like or hears something unpleasant, the other person just does not realise how upset one can be. One can sometimes say it or not.
One still does not understand how the other person does not realise that one was the person who actually wrote that piece in which the other person likes. The other person has yet to realise that until today. One writes and thinks differently elsewhere and when it comes to more pressing matters, one actually writes it like a piece of work.
What the crap am I rambling about here... like hellooooooo...
One still does not understand how the other person does not realise that one was the person who actually wrote that piece in which the other person likes. The other person has yet to realise that until today. One writes and thinks differently elsewhere and when it comes to more pressing matters, one actually writes it like a piece of work.
What the crap am I rambling about here... like hellooooooo...
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