FridayJune13th2008

I want to tell a story about a friend whom I thought I have lost, all these years.

We chanced upon each other one fine day, my reaction wasn't certain, I mean I haven't seen or talk to him for eons. But there he is. And our friendship pick up speed once again, killed by works, born again by works, and God. I was sure God wants me to speak to him, and I am glad he didn't siam me on that day. Since then, We have been working together more often than before, I prayed for a long standing friendship with this dude, and works doesn't come between us again, but help strengthen our friendship. Thanks for constant mention of me in your blog. I am touched :)

Here's the cool dude, Bowel Joe
(words by Tiger May)



His blog, do read.http://www.thepicturestory.blogspot.com/


Finally became an associate photog. Its been so long, so the 'promotion' comes as a surprise. And sudden. Now I will have to fight my way up yet again. Tooth to claw? But i am Michel, I will still be Michel. not matter how the world warps, my universe smells of greenery and flowers. Jobs, in this world was a means to get on with living. No excuse to slack, but to give our best and strive for excellence. But love one another lah........just have to try right:)

I am trying to reconcile with myself, and some of my peers. I learn that spoken words tends to draw quick like swords. The words of loved ones can be hurting, yet unknown the the owner of the lips. I wasn't the one quick to point out mistakes, but the proud owner of a dozen bottles fully filled with tension and complains, closed caps. I guess thats me and thats my problem. I didn't see this before. It's so confusing sometimes. Wells......

Hence the drums stop its roll, and the guitar gently weeps?


Speakin of guitar, hopefully no more for now....easily bought, hard to sell! The Ring can't wait no more.

Work work work...in any aspect, for the better of tomorrow, for friends, for loved ones. For my Father.


Some recent works.