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Farewell Totoi Pokyoi 2

// August 25th, 2008 // No Comments » // My history is my story

To me, you amazed me with the way you gobble down your pellets and the way you yawn.

To you, it was because of us that you were in captivity and suffered such painful death.

I am trully sorry for the pain that we have brought you.  I will miss you.  Rest well, my little friend.  =’(

No wonder I am not a model

// June 24th, 2008 // No Comments » // My history is my story

I have always wondered how it feels to have my photos taken professionally in a studio environment.  Finally, I got to experience it for the first time at Covershots, days before the closing down of that beautiful studio for relocation purposes.

For a start, I am always in a funky-monkey mode whenever a camera is pointed at me.  I for a fact dislike the idea of being proper or in other words, standing still and smile for photo taking.

Since it was not a solo shoot, I made a pact with my beautiful model to behave and proceeded for some model-like shots.  A few shots later, I switched to my usual funky-monkey mode and boy, it was awkward as hell.  It was the weirdest picture taking session in my entire life!  I have tried all sorts of poses but to no avail.  My performance was hampered maybe because I was afraid that the photographer might get insulted as photos might mean art to him.  Throughout the whole process, I was stoning my way through.

At the end of the day, I was pretty much disappointed with the overall outcome.  Of the 149 photos taken, only 10% of it got through my strict quality control process.  However, one particular photo caught my attention most.  It is so amazing that I couldn’t find words to describe it.  For that, I will for the first time in history, go against my principle and post an actual photo of myself online just so that you can have a feel on how I felt.

Dare you say it ain’t sexy?

Me, a month ago

// December 6th, 2007 // 1 Comment » // My history is my story

I was asleep.  So deep that I couldn’t feel that the earth is moving.  All thanks to a great celebration put up by great people.  Just as the morning sun broke in my window, piercing through my dark curtains, a familiar sound tells me that it is time to rise.  However, that sound sounded softer than usual.  I opened my eyes, and smiled at a wrapped box.  The box taunted me with “Come on, you know you want to undress me and check me out inside”.  I jumped up, undressing it in a vigorous manner and stunned.  It was a Sony Ericsson W880i.  Feeling excited, I opened up the cover, just to find my old phone inside.  I began to ransack my bed just in case it was hidden somewhere.  Then at the corner of my eyes, I saw it.  That chick was sitting on my table, luring me nearer and nearer with her slim sexy body.  Holding this baby with me, I turned and smiled to mine.

Thank you all for such an unforgettable birthday moment.  Thank you so much.

Walking away

// May 23rd, 2007 // No Comments » // My history is my story

I’ve got the cash, but they ain’t got the size.  A pure disappointment.