My Mouth Speaks..Sometimes..All you need..

to be loved or to love one..

to know you're never lonely...

one reply..

to get through a day or a week with confidence and a smile..

and one word..

to get through a life..


miracle..
but it isn't happening..

start thINKing!

Need i say more? Do come down for a tattoo~!
=)

Merry Fuckmas Retards.

personally i don't see the reason or the joy for celebration.
anyways.
i'll still wish everyone a merry christmas.





when i saw my own teeths..
i remembered..
i once asked mommy to show me her teeths.
and i told her..
"eee your teeth looks like it's all gonna fall off because you smoke.."

My last few posts before...

i change my job to be a tattoo apprentice..
hence i won't be online so often anymore..
so i decided to put my very first picture after 3 years.
why?
i don't know?
things really flew by the year.
nothing much to think about.
nothing much to reminsce about.
my life is so much better now with an aim(though with debts)
Poland and London's Tattoo convention next year.
this not only will be a dream come true.
but it's also a great momentum for me to move.
Failure is not an option.
but anything can happen.
but then again.
i won't let it.
i will see her and be at that tattoo convention.
pursuing my dreams/passion recklessly.
stupid some may say.
but here's what i've to say..


Passion.
It's what differs a great artist and the master.

=)

The Day I Nearly Died.151207 6++ AM.

On 151207.Around 6 + am in the early freash morning in Neo's house.
I was looking around on MSN to see if anyone's awake to be obliged to my nonsensity.
But unfortunately none.
i decided to give in to my eyes and sleep.
i was lying there and neo was making final checks on M169586928FMVC24M6 a.k.a his computer for the shut down.
Without suspecting of any Foul play, i was dozing off into the lands of LaLa.
A speech sudden blurted out of Neo's mouth that might have terrored me.when i was still ignorant that is.
That is.. "THE MIGHTY FOUL GAS RELEASE - TYPE:Humans" .
he said :" Wow! it stinks! i farted."
i asked :"fart?"
and it was just at the right time when i needed to breathe.
the first breath i took in.
it was the Fragrance from hell.
Was the smell of foul eggs , rotten vegs.
Once upon inhaling , i felt everything rising up to the throat of release.
i felt dizzy and nauseous.
I immediately covered my nose and ran out to the living room with the question "what the fuck just happened?!"
i then took might big breaths outside as i nearly suffocated in a foul gas from the human body.
i waited for 3 mins before deciding to sneak into the room and scan for the remains of that foul thing.
i stepped in.
i ran out to the living room like i was doing a shuttle run for gold medal.
i waited for another 5 mins.
i stepped in with high alert.
i detect a slight aroma of death still lingering within as the assasin laid on his bed getting to sleep.
i walked away.
i waited for 3 mins.
i stepped in.AGAIN.
Still.The aroma was still there.
i gave up waiting and went to the toilet to pee.

and it was this time i ever noticed after being in his place for almost 1 year(weekends).
i noticed the lethal weapon to fight with that foul thing.
it was air vs air.
The mighty :"HAZE AIR".
A.k.a air freshner.
i took it with courage and walked straight to the room with courage from the war.
i stood at the door.
Sprayed the entire room as though it was lizard spray vs lizards.
i took a whiff.
i went back to the toilet , peed and sleep.

That's my story on the day how i faced and fought with death.

My Mouth Speaks Madness.

You know...how sometimes it takes a long journey before you realise it though people around you have been constantly reminding you that things will get better?

After knowing [A] , i realized..
there are nice girls around in sg.
i admit S was a good gf.but..i'm sorry..
i'm not the one for you and likewise.
you did nothing wrong just that our characters clash.
no point blaming further right?
it is not [A] changed me or what.
sometimes turning points are that minimal for you to realize it.

things haven't been so bleak but definitely stressful.
i like being numb.
it makes you give no fuck to nothing.
i yearn for death yes.
i do not appreciate my life.
but i do appreciate what i've did , done , doing and accomplished in life.
it's a thin line.
no regrets born no regrets left.

Hands..
it's time to do this.
it's the moment you have been waiting for.
Do this good and proud.
Die with honour and pride.

- Crim

My Mouth Speaks .."Jesus' Coming!!! OPEN YOUR MOUTH!!"

well well..whaddya know...
Fucking X'mas is here again.
i really am not happy with x'mas.
like seriously..what's the big deal?
just stay home and fucking sing carols to the mirror.
replacing foams for snow..that's stupid as fuck.
they should ban X'mas in singapore.
why?
Because x'mas has this holy vibe that makes everyone
retarded and stupid on that particular day.

And today..
i found a new way to relief stress..
adviced by my dear hui hui~~~
and that method is..
WANKING!!!!!.
he is currently EMOING bout some stuffs.
and wouldn't admit it.
slutery.
it happens.
no worries huihui.( www.forsakenlives.blogspot.com )
though you're an emo kid.
we're still besties.*Hearts Hearts~~
XD~

My Mouth Speaks...Of Dying...off....

for so long that i've lived.
it was nothing but a mere lie.
i hate to live.
i yearn to leave.
doesn't mean that it works for you.
it will work out for me the same way as it did to you.
i missed out on lots of opportunities in life that landed me here.
the terror that's hidden within.
the stress that's dwelling above.
procrastinating.
mommy looked told me with em solemn eyes.
lazy ears that it fell upon.
how long ago was it that i felt a pair of gentle hands..
a soothing voice that tells me.."it's going to be alright" ?
often thought we live to die.

we ought to be given a choice to live or not.
i'm just so stressed out.