Bonjour! Yours truly is one of the most complex yet simplest existences dwelling on planet Earth. He believes in freedom of unleashing utter nonsense to make perfect sense of life. He constantly reminds himself to portray uniqueness and exudes a subtle outburst of emotionally unstable molecules. He is unpredictably unpredictable and he might be a frickin' weirdo. He blows a bubble around his comfort zone that only few can burst .He is a victim of low self appreciation and he is fond of unbelievable exotiquish beauty. He is in search of love and desire to be in love. He immerses himself in the divinity of the ultimate faith. He dreams of heavenly ephemeral unknowns. He adores artistic vibes and has affection for languages. He gets high on after scent of rain. He marvels the skies God painted during twilight hours, star trails and the Northern lights. He permits himself to use the profound of poetry an excuse to unprolific grammar and logic. He is an ancient urbanite and best of all; he ain't a tad like you.


I cannot believe that you bother reading that chunk of crap bites. So d’ya believe me now, I'm on the verge of permanently losing my sanity.
Wokay let’s switch from Crappucino back to English, shall we?

In short (relative to the Great Wall of China), I am a soul of bizarre contradictions. I love to be a chameleon of expressions. For many, I have this zombified glaze over my face but I am actually frivolous in nature. I tend to rebel against the idiosyncrasies of city living and always make myself believe that I woke up to the rooster’s call at dawn with sunlight painting odd patterns across my face. I shy away from the robust shoulders-brushing human traffic and prefer to seclude in the homely couch eating potatoes. (Strange rearranging of expressions urges acting up ) Semi-antisocialism is vivid in the span of my youth and thus, I had etched blames on both the steers of nature and nurture (yes, mom & dad you both included) Change is on the way as I learn to embrace the wonders of exploration. I have this weird habit of looking thru my own photos in slideshows and re-reading this chapter of “otential mind spasms trigger” lines above, at 3 in the morn’ on occasions. From the usual dosage of those, I will be left in a state of depression after scrutinizing my own craft.


Feed me comments for I’m a comment-whore, you are helping fan my ego at the same instance. Likewise, if by this concluding line you feel that I’m such a egotistical freak of nature, well let’s just say 92% of what has been fabricated above is for the little touch of selfless humor and if you still don’t get it still, let’s just take life as a pinch of salt, and start laughing already.

And yesh for all this, buy me a el cheapo DSLR, pretty please?


Iskandar. Is. Iskan. Isk`.8teen .270589. Indian Ceylonese Jawa/ Pasir Ris. TPJC. NgeeAnnSec. Artistic. Poetry.Webdesigning. English. Music. TV. Reality Shows. American Idol. Books. Competitive.Shy. Sarcastic. French. Arab. Hindustan. Dreamer. Serious. Crazy. Andalusian. Egoist. Musician. Photographer. Artist. [link]. Black. White. Deathophobia?.




PHOTOGRAPHY ODYSSEY
Commenced my photographic endeavours in January 2006 with a humble Canon Powershot A520. Been shooting family outings and such.

In April 2008, I upgraded to a Canon Powershot S5 IS, still not courageous enuff to plunge into the world of DSLR.