ParcoBugis

sometimes i like weekend sometimes not
there is nothing as forever friend
and i don’t believe in true friend
i only believe in reality
in the end you will walk alone
some are meant to forget and fuck off
just a little of them are to remember

and it was my first weekend
just me in the cinema
and i spent the time
and i enjoyed it alone

and finally i have learnt
learnt the joy of being alone

我简单的梦想就是当一个旅人
单身一人到处行走 把我所踏行过的足迹留在相机里
这样的一天将会到来 不要说我没邀请 因为我只是要实现我这样一个简单的梦想
就是当一个旅人

feel so uneasy with the stomach, moody sunday wee hours, get a bottle of heineken , why not drink and speed on the highway , see who the innocents i will crash or get myself crash, i’m selfish.

希望也有这么的一天，我可以牵着你的手一起走在沙滩，陪你陪我坐在摩天轮看日落。

Today I was supposed to go for a jog but I went on to shoot some photos instead and made a 360 degrees panorama photo.

First, shoot each shot of photo 360 degrees.
Second, use  my canon photo stitch (software bundled with my digicam) to merge the 360 degrees photo.
Third, use pano2vr to output it to a flash movie.
That’s it. You can google for those panoramic softwares some with free to use or comes with a fee.

p/s:  i never thought nowadays would see pretty girls go for a jog . XD

Sunday
after a jog at mengkuang , we headed up to mutiara for a bak kut teh.
at nowhere i saw an angel, oh that i’m sure she is coming in.
she was with her family , she is the lady in red.
she stole my attention to her.
when she looked me in the eye, i catch a glimpse of heaven, i find my paradise.
i’m so wish that i have the courage and walkover to talk to her.
chances are there for me, chances are waiting to be taken, chances are we’ll be the combination
i’m believing in destiny and chances.
if there is another one last chance i would bump into her, i would like to say to you 多想认识你

以前没有属于自己的车不敢四出畅游散心，
现在拥有了 又不知往哪方向走，
好想独自一人在慢长的高速公路 ，
静静地行驶播着蔡琴被遗忘的时光一直走着走着去到一个陌生的旅途，
就一直走着。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

i’m only an empty shell

i’m nothing

i leave the world without the shell

i can’t control my emotion

i can’t control my anger

i can’t control my ego

i can’t control not to die

how can i say i’m myself

sat here for a while and looked at myself….what if someday my memory sudden shuts me off, i’m in dark i don’t remember anyone i don’t recognize who am i myself, if it really happens please tell me this is me.

why speak? i dont wish to talk i dont want to know to communicate i dont want to talk about any, so leave me. im living in a cyberworld much of online messaging,sms.. you speak out from your heart with typing on the keypad, you dont know to converse in real life.

hey this is where the fuck i was born with this 杀人犯欠我钱脸臭臭的 face when i dont do the talking. dont have to feel scare when im keping silence im not gonna fuck you in any given way, you dont like then  let alone stay. i like to let my emotion walks my mood, who doesnt, i dont care, im selfish.

the asshole who raise me up, who himself was fucked with the hell damn face and has his lips shut up, so does the fucking son who got his fucking gene too. thats why i speak murmurly so i hope you cant hear me saying anything.  i speak up i would straight up to it and cut thru to your heart and crapping on you thats the fucking gene too.

i like to keep silence, keeping rubbish in myself . music blows my hatred my anger fills in my fist to the wall, im psychopath,im aggresive,im violent, yea im right in anyway to let loose myself. i  give advice to others but i wont do it to myself. i dont like to share with others i wrote it out in words, dont judge me dont doubt me dont counsel me dont comfort me,dont try to think me, this is me