a twenty year-old soldier, deeping an escape fantasy into the wilderness of lifestyle, fashion, music, politics and the suffocation of everyday living. allow me to take my emotions and paint the world white.
BROTH just sliding off those sleezy bar by the junction. located above Duxton Hill, comes a very relax and romantic get away-like semi-fine dining heaven. Where modern Australian is a choice and service is at it's excellence.
Lunch : Mondays to Fridays
Dinner: Mondays to Saturdays
11 November 2005 @ 4:56 pm
STARFUCKER
Enlighten me with memories of the past, photograph can do that miracle. I'm quite sure it hurts abit, but its better than to be spite by poison. Terms of all languages and speech; things will remain as it is forever till the end of all times. Looking back at the tumor hurts like hell. Unanswered questions and wasted hours are the purpose and the word friends don't have it's liberty to take it's toll. Hence, only pictures are the potrait of it's darkenth memory. I always believe 'm the chosen one. The outcasted one. And the forbidden one. And I think, when all of it gets summoned; you get the most correct and understand picture that I am actually the chosen one. Chosen to be the outcasted, betrayed and withrdawed person. And I thank you for that gift.
