Wallpapers

Some wallpapers i did.dotn really like them

Wasted.

Everything was perfect except my iso. DAMN

Sleep.

Hand shake, out of focus and lord knows what else. But i reckon for works for me.

A Cat.

again cant decide which is better.

enter the west...

We went to Jamie and Tuffs place for the weekend, Jamie's birthday celebration, great dinner was followed by Jamie's standard breakfast(yum yum)

Sidebar-Have not taken any pictures in awhile so forgive the poor quality.

"C" Series

Banged out a few more. I find in relaxes me doing these wallpapers for myself, especially today. An extremely sad day for my family. These are from my "c" series, why? i don't know.

All things must pass

ALL THINGS MUST PASS -George Harrison
Sunrise doesnt last all morning
A cloudburst doesnt last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
Its not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

Sunset doesnt last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
Its not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of lifes strings can last
So, I must be on my way
And face another day

Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
Its not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away

Sidebar- Probably one of the best concerts available on dvd. Concert for George. Get it watch it be moved by it.Press the menu button on the screen to see other videos from the concert.

3 kinds of confusion.

Confusion
Nectarine

Untitled

Untitled.

Yet again a wallpaper

Tried to do more wallpapers and these are all i could come up with...i am sure u will see more of this kind of thing here. Poor buggers. The first one is as yet untitled.

SIDEBAR-I am going through a George Harrison phase at the moment and his songs "Beware of Darkness, All Things Must Pass and Isn't It a Pity"were playing while i did these.

a song for Bil

ARTIST: Ringo Starr and George Harrison TITLE: Photograph

Every time I see your face
It reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I've got is a photograph
And I realize you're not coming back anymore

I thought I'd make it
The day you went away
But I can't make it
'Til you come home again to stay

I can't get used to living here
While my heart is broke, my tears are cried for you
I want you here to have and hold
As the years go by, and we grow old and gray

Now you're expecting me
To live without you
But that's not something
That I'm looking forward to

I can't get used to...

Every time I see...

As good as it gets for me

cruciatus in crucem

gratias tibi ago, domine.
haec credam a deo pio, a deo justo, a deo scito?
cruciatus in crucem
tuus in terra servus, nuntius fui; officium perfeci.
cruciatus in crucem
eas in crucem.

LoveFest'07

Some of you may be aware that LoveFest07 has started. So plant your little seeds of love and watch them grow. The premise of LoveFest is to say to someone you don't normally tell "I love you". Go forth and spread good cheer!S

Illusions.

Walking in shadows and half lit truth we find
fragile are the bonds that bind us together
Illusions are what we want to believe; Reality is the truth un perceived

Walking in shadows and half lit truth.
Fragile are castles built of air. Places we hide in from
Life’s despair.
Illusions are what we want to believe, Reality is the truth yet perceived.

Walking in shadows and half lit truth we find
Glories of old always linked to our youth. Tides have changed and now things
grow clearer.
Illusions fade into the myths of time, reality becomes the souls divine

Sidebar--yes i think its the late nights that make me do these things.

Sleep.

Sidebar-----could not decide between one of the other so posted both.

My sweet princess,
Lay down, rest your weary head, sleep.
Dream the dreams I send.
for the dawn comes too soon
and the sun shall call you to labour.
or

My sweet princess,
Lay down, rest your weary head, sleep.
Dream the dreams I send.
for the dawn comes too soon
and the sun shall call you out of slumber

Thunder.

The roar of thunder shatters the night, peaceful bliss blown out of sight
Awakened by a thumping heart, the fear and panic are quick to start.
A glance at the window the true tale tells as rain falls down in an awesome swell.
Thunder bangs out as if to speak “awaken, arise and hear my cry. Open your eyes as I light up the sky”

Random Thoughts.

The harder you try to keep things the same the faster they seem to change.
All we can do in the midst of all the seemingly random events is to hold on to the ones we love, hold them tight with our hands or in our memories.
I feel we were all born destined to love and be loved and the journey is best when we hold on to that knowledge.
Life knocks you down when you least expect it, sometimes it’s by our own hand that we fall sometimes its just…life. but never have I been down and there wasn’t someone there to offer me comfort.
The choices of our youth sometimes point us to the path our lives take but the path is not fixed, where there is life there is hope.
Its never too late to forgive or ask forgiveness, even at the last breath.
Tough guys do cry.
Family isn’t just the people you are connected to by blood, but by soul.
A harsh word spoken and forgotten a minute later is better then being bitter in silence for years.
Life isn’t perfect and neither are we, that’s what makes us all special.
Being you is better then trying to found out who you are.
Holding hands is better then ice cream.
Hearing the word Daddy every morning is the sweetest sound of all.

Adios

People change, thoughts, words and deeds fade.
Friendships that stood the test of time fail the test of life.
It seemed so much easier when things began, so much easier before they fell apart.
If things were different surely they would be the same.
So while walking away is not as easy as standing still
sometimes thats all we can do to put the distance between ourselves and the painful past.
So i bid you adieu and don't bite the bedbugs.

Return to puppyhood

When Pepper was a puppy.

The Pupper Pepper

The Pepper.

Hmmm yes..i see

I was looking through my old copies of National Geographic and came across this one from 2001, very interesting article.

Below is the Gastropoda Purplis. I waited for 2 hours before it came out of its shell for this one shot.

You may have gotten these pictures from me before. if so too bad.

Awww. Just the frist pic lol

This is picture along with the one of the paws are slightly older pictures which i do not think have been seen on my blog. I really do like the picture of TLOMY and our lil bambino

A rather active ant

I thought the flowers had a nice colour about them.

Taken around Kandahar.....lane in singapore's very own Arab Street

The Journey of Imperfection-J.M. Tembelling

The Journey of Imperfection-J.M. Tembelling

It begins with laughter joy and tears and as we grow it seems to lead to pain and all our greatest fears death of loved ones, rejection of love offered and the reality of an all impending adulthood come too soon.
Infant to toddler, toddler to child, child to youth, youth to the place we rush to be but wish to reject once we get there. The place where we cannot hide behind out mothers skirts or climb on our father’s broad shoulders, Adulthood.
It is also where we start our serious search to find that perfect partner, the One with whom our relationship will be like every love story ever written, every love song ever sung and every movie about love ever made. Our search to find the one person that will paper over our own imperfections, our journey is far and winding and at times it seems never ending but one day, maybe at the movies, the mall or maybe sitting down at the bus stop we meet and it seems perfection is there to greet us surrounded by a choir of angels . As our love grows so too the distinct impression that there is no perfection, maybe its his temper maybe its her impatience but the very real journey begins when we discover that the past matters not, the future has yet to be written and all we should hold on to is the very real prospect of losing the now with our obsession of that phantom of literature, perfection .
Minute by minute, hour by hour day by day our journey filled with imperfections makes us understand that in finding someone to paper over our flaws and flakes we have found someone who needs just as much paper as we do
And in the midst of all this imperfection and rude awaking we find that we have found through total serendipity what is perfect both to and for us. A discovery that is there for the taking everyday.

Sidebar-I suspect that this post will get not comments lol

Water Babies.

Sunday which was TLOML birthday, went by rather quietly due to to someone getting alcohol poisoning. Any way the afternoon found us blowing up Caitlin's wading pool which her Godpa bought for her birthday party. Seeing how much she was enjoying herself we realized that Michael would enjoy it just as much so after a quick call and a fast dash by Alison we had the two cousin in the pool. LEts not forget i do live in a hdb flat and we do NOT have a garden but it all went well. I suspect the first of many more pool days. Pepper was supposed to go in as well but chickened out at the last min.

As i write this i am listening to Oasis-Live Forever, Stop Crying Your Heart Out, as well as Archie Bilks Strange On Shore.

Assortment.

Just an assortment of pictures i found after trawling through my archives. I dont even know if i have posted them before.