ghehe.

shit happened?




make fun out of the shit!






:)

Jam de la Creme.

it wasn't professional, it wasn't being asked,




but it was still being a 'photographer.'




left arm doesn't want to work anymore from




carrying a camera which weights almost 5kg,




2nd finger on right hand which got a cut days ago




and done with healing 97% got swollen and blue again from




endless clicking 6 hours straight.








the 'only' photo of myself is taken by 'myself' with a total stranger




who randomly said, "photo! with me!" and






totally gawky. fell in love with a cute drummer, Kit.




i know i know. slap me on my face and ask,




"so, how old are you???" but it's the disadvantage of being a photographer,




standing RIGHT in front of the stage, you just fall in love with the artists.








BUT




it was more than just "fun"




capturing these moments was just so meaningful.




editing is a lot of work, takes long but!(again)




sharing these captured moments will be just.. amazing.













Aug. 2009 a night to remember

# 20.

this small room is




full of endless, countless memories.

just to remember.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　photo by www.mauricemikkers.nl






i grab my camera again




just to remember today again.

i'm still breathing

i leave the gas on, walk the allies in the dark




sleep with candles burning, i leave the door unlocked





i'm weaving a rope and running all the red lights





did I get your attention cuz i'm sending all the signs





that the clocking is ticking and i'll be giving my two weeks





pick your favorite shade of black you'd best prepare a speech





say something funny


say something sweet








but don't say that you loved me







cuz i'm still breathing though we've been dead for awhile





this sickness has no cure





we're goingdown for sure





already lost a grip





on this abandoned ship






oh...






maybe I was too pale





maybe I was too fat








maybe you had better, better luck in the sack





no formal education







and I swore way too much but i swear you didn't care





cuz we were in love






so as i write this letter





and shed my last tear





it's all for the better





that we end this year





let's close this chapter say one last prayer










but don't say that you loved me













- i'm still breathing by Katy Perry -

looking for stars.

along the indian pink bike path,




pass the bench,





looking for stars.










Aug. 2009

Hea-won.

For Twinkles's 21st birthday





you were born in the sea out of a shell,




feeling power of water falling down, heals,




awakening dryads and the meliai,




"truly the angle's best" they whisper.











a crown of 17 roses is a joyful mystery,




with the shape of a hart and so delicious,




awakening perfection in your dream,




still even a queen is an episode in time.










choreography is what creates an energy field around you.




you are like a finer light in light,




as air blows to merge skin together,




the broken will renew itself by accepting the unbroken.











when there is no meaning just wonder bizarre,




now klaas vaak steps up and makes you sleepy,




as souls can change by moonlight,









isn't she lovely.










chuchu & kusje Moon.











- a brown bear is wearing a shirt with this poem on.




whenever i'm totally lost in myself,




i grab him and read his shirt.







remind myself who i am. -