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Tuesday, November 23, 2004. Just finished a show, Marine Parade CC Charity Gala Dinner. Load in: 1am Monday Morning @Raffles City Convention Centre. Set-up: 2am - 11am. Rehearsals: 11am - 6pm. Showtime: 7pm - 10pm. Pack Up: 11pm - 3am. Bump Out: 4am - 6am. Monday, November 08, 2004. Even when during showtime backstage! Got police got police! SM: sound ready on standby. SM: music slow abit (not kidding on the broken english). Spider: okay, sorry sorry sorry (he kept saying sorry on the intercom).
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Monday, September 19, 2005. Its just a few hours away from my book-in into OCS. This is not the tim that you know. Uncertain and worried i am. But i know that if He put me in OCS, he will lead me through it. And i am so grateful that your love is always faithful and your Lordship over all. And that you were in control of my every situation. And i stand in awesome wonder everytime i see your hand in my life. Thank you and i commit my next 9 months to you.
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Friday, June 10, 2005. Thursday, June 09, 2005. For those of you who are familiar with the hokkien term "lobert". I have claimed the title of "lobert" king. For those of you around me, you would probably have seen/heard the countless times that i have been at the blunt end of fate's cruel sense of humour. I do not know what is my affinity with animals or is it just the beginning of more "loberts" to come. hopefully, though i doubt so, tekong would be a "lobert" free place. we shall see.
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Wednesday, March 23, 2005. Its a few hours before we all take our Massina paper, the last paper of our life in Masscomm. Watch this spot for a tribute from Timothy Ho, your name might pop up. Tuesday, March 08, 2005. Back after a long hiatus. Rushing for my final presentation. After which i will chain myself to my bed and refuse to leave for a week.
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Faith Morningstar
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The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
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The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
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The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
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The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
http://faith-morningstarchronicles.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html
The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
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The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).