I don't know whether to be happy for you, or sad for me.

Sigh... much as i wanna go round screaming obscenities, and drawing a knife on the person to slice out his heart for striking at my cbox again,

I really realised that actually i pity this person.
You have sacrificed a part of your life just to come and listen to what i have had to relate.
I may not know you, but know that i pity,love and thank you.
You may be the very next person i meet, even perhaps one of the ghosts of my past.
It doesn't matter. Thank you.

I removed the cbox to spare my other loved ones the crudeness of your love, and give you the privacy sorely needed.

anyway. I took my camera( I've decided to call her "Conspicio" ) out today!
*Yoda voice*
Accomplish great things we shall!

Heres one of em.


Of hanger-ons and Rollercoasters


Here's one by Rebecca which i liked alot. the guitar and the magazine symbolism there is power la.


Seduction( i think! but i think she is gonna rename it something else la)

And one "bloody" graffiti one.... this one i just took cos it looked cool... didn't intend to get anywhere with this.

OsoBloody!

Okay.. the rest cannot show liao... cos not i do wan... i think i ready crossed the line a bit.... gonna paaaay.. but ah well.

Annnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiwwwwwaeeeeeee.


i also wrote a poem.
About a sponge.. NOT SPONGEBOB... sorry..
i don't exactly think he rocks my world... at least not as much as you.

anyway. here goes.

Sponge

Light, all innocence.
Fresh,crisp from the pack whence
liberated for the cleaning.

Smoothened the abberations,
soaked up the solitary drips
dabbed daintily at the stubborn spots.
coaxed round the corners

Darkened, all torn.
Damp, soaked from the washouts.
There seems no solution, but to get
a New sponge, out with the old.