Seriously, pictures are harder to find or produce, I have not transfer my old data here yet. To give credit to the photographer who shot this, I have to give an extra comment here.....Wonderful. I have been searching, wondering for myself.....what kind of a style am i , what kind of style my thoughts reflect, those visions, the images....the moves. I wonder how i could put them into words........and hence again, I proved that the words out of my mouth are formed from pictures. You have to see it to understand, see it to believe. Well, I would now describe my style of .....arts or philosophy to be rather pale from the colour......silent......with a little bit of instrumental melody in the background. It is a combination and also contrast between idealism and realism....playing back and forth.....while laying them on a romantic surface cast from the element of fantasy and charm.........while could be rather abstract filling with deep passion. So, what the hell is that. I mean after piles of explanations......I guess...wait till you see it, then you might know. For now, it could just mean emptiness. Well, the image formed in my mind could be..." you hold the ground.....touches the grass......you felt its swiftness as the wind brushes in and out... everything is grey...time is slowly following....you look up and see the world is splitted into the greyish green and white, time changes back to normal as a distant man knocks straight down while a shot is being sound. Again, you have to see it, imagine it. When you starts to hear the sounds in the silence......or feel the touch when feeling numb. You started to see beyond the bracket of your eyes......You won't need to open to vision, not anymore. That is my philosophy

In fact, i don't know, I guess i have some sleeping disorder but not in the bad way this time. Well, people seemed to be, not believing the existence of me.....my existence. Some said, I walked out from the books.......some said....they believe that I am built for a special purpose.......Well.....looks like people have chosen their belief.....that someone like me.......is very unreal. I don't exist........but....I am still here, i mean, at least i am still a living person, it is in my time..... Some people mentioned to me that I am always spotted among humans........but i always wonder, i thought i was always neglected in the past. If i could be found in one look, why would people not see me.............I guess it is believing.......Only those who believes......will see. Don't try to find me in there, I am not in that photo, pardon me. When the days......of me.....go passing down the shaded corridor.......It is no longer important to a dead man, neither it is to a living one now. Hence makes not much difference, isn't it. We live in our time, we perish at the end, and if ourselves do not believe that we exist, no one will come to read our story book. That belief......is soul. That is my philosophy

Again, has ended. Again, I have waited so long for this post. Yes....Like i said, "Again, has ended", it is an everyday thing ,which we face.....everyday. Unit 10, the graduation show as ended, and i just attended on the first day. Well, not much people went to see what is on our panel, in an exhibition hall which is not very convenient to them. So, I stayed home. I have 2 months to my graduation day in May. After that would be the national service as a recruit. I have some time to spare, and I guess i would do some planning on it. Vanessa. I am trying to get to reach you. Besides that, I am resting for the day. Again, has just ended, and what is next. Next, will be here. That is my philosophy