tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288635442008-09-30T01:29:15.964+10:00illustrateHung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-5270542232081598182008-09-28T19:52:00.002+10:002008-09-28T20:09:26.344+10:00Illustration Friday - Packed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SN9UT4SjLqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/MqT_pNhJ28w/s1600-h/illustration_fri_packed_001c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SN9UT4SjLqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/MqT_pNhJ28w/s400/illustration_fri_packed_001c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251008391041724066" border="0" /></a> <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CHung%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SNYY14Nt32I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Xgoe0vq6CDU/s400/ba_design_outline_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248409729648942946" border="0" /></a><br />As a man walking down the street of Hobart<br />He felt he was socially unfit, but his mind already<br />fly away to his la la land...<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-13986482531093598482008-09-20T22:48:00.001+10:002008-09-20T22:52:10.088+10:00One particular afternoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SNTxmFlWywI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zq1Jdp6huq4/s1600-h/ba_design_outline_003a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SNTxmFlWywI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zq1Jdp6huq4/s400/ba_design_outline_003a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248085102429653762" border="0" /></a><br /><p>A man sitting down smoking his cigar<br />He doesn’t know how long he had been<br />sitting there, but he is enjoying a weekend<br />out on the street…</p> <p>© By Hung Lin 2008</p>Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-25718738489272534732008-07-20T23:56:00.003+10:002008-07-21T00:14:26.988+10:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- Enough<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SINE4ra4LlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/td9159jAhjw/s1600-h/enough.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SINE4ra4LlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/td9159jAhjw/s400/enough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225095733198728786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Enough</span><br /><br />When will I ever be satisfy of my thirst for peace<br />My view have make me more darker<br />as I start to enjoy the test of violence<br /><br />I can't get enough of this dark urger<br />oh how I long to release my own set of rage<br />as I began to create my own peace with the world<br />Losing all direction, stepping into the river of blood.<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-56304489074025756722008-07-12T00:35:00.002+10:002008-07-12T00:41:40.808+10:00Brain Tube<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SHdxCI2jNPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/VwPDgKqgr78/s1600-h/tubei.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SHdxCI2jNPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/VwPDgKqgr78/s400/tubei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221766574509339890" border="0" /></a><br /><p>When I was small<br />I was been plugged by a mysterious tube<br />My imagination been sucked away<br />and been put away in a tiny jar</p> <p>But my experimental doctor didn’t stop there<br />He wants to know my thoughts, fears and desire<br />He wants my youth</p> <p>As I slowly growing out of my childhood period<br />I sense my experiment with the mad doctor<br />may soon come to a foggy end</p> <p>But I do not know whether that day will ever come…</p> <p>© By Hung Lin 2008</p>Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-5071035121352510142008-06-30T02:59:00.002+10:002008-06-30T03:04:33.637+10:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY - fierce<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SGfAT6WO8KI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SI5h4SJELMo/s1600-h/fierce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SGfAT6WO8KI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SI5h4SJELMo/s400/fierce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217350141644566690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />A ferocious thought</span><br /><br />Why do we put our fierce behavior behind close door<br /><br />Why we must hide our feeling whenever we are out in the open<br /><br />When do our true color emerge<br />Can't we put our fierce and mutated self<br />on the leash for a public display<br /><br />How many roles must we play<br />How many masks must we wear<br /><br />Does one knows a wolf wears sheep clothing<br />It house of cards may one day be blown down<br /><br />One must control this fierce behavior<br />But some felt it time to unleash this wild beast<br /><br />Who am I<br /><br />A deep question as deeper as this surely<br />one must answer<br /><br />But how can we answer this question<br />How how<br /><br />Am I a puppet or a puppeteer<br /><br />Aren't we all got a bit of Doctor Jekyll<br />and Mr Hyde hiding inside of us<br /><br />Umm how I wonder<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-86019760648060524102008-05-24T19:26:00.003+10:002008-05-24T20:00:07.958+10:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY - Worry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SDfhlz76w6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/U-lfC7On0A4/s1600-h/worry2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SDfhlz76w6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/U-lfC7On0A4/s400/worry2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203875934162830242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />A game of chess</span><br /><br />As one couple playing a game of chess<br />putting their current worry aside and tackling<br />the problem that stood between the both side.<br /><br />A man stride past the couple with ease<br />enjoying a day out for a walk in the park.<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-58295514499439244412008-05-18T23:31:00.001+10:002008-05-18T23:52:03.630+10:00Illustration Friday - Wide<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SDAxKbwajoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/TPIq1xn5Y1U/s1600-h/wides.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SDAxKbwajoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/TPIq1xn5Y1U/s400/wides.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201711624932200066" border="0" /></a><br />The platform of key holes<br /><br />My body have been stretched as wide it can be,<br />as I walked the platform of key holes.<br /><br />When I will be finally be allow choose my own<br />key holes.<br /><br />The string I be attached to, my master have many faces<br />and if I miss behave then there will be a hush punishment<br />ahead.<br /><br />I often walk the platform of key holes<br /><br />Each portal shows different desires of my master...<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-56218326476765264302008-04-26T17:06:00.001+10:002008-04-26T17:22:53.010+10:00Illustration Friday - Wrinkle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SBLUxtxeCeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8DDY7_a_tjo/s1600-h/wrinkle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SBLUxtxeCeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8DDY7_a_tjo/s400/wrinkle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193447270877366754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stress</span><br /><br />I look into the mirror it reflect no just a image of me<br />but a man that unrecognized with wrinkle cover most<br />of the skin.<br /><br />I ponder at this image and wonder how stressful is that<br />man looks.<br /><br />My mind fused for a split sec and realize I've just see a deeper side<br />of me...<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-60839450044503955742008-04-13T03:03:00.004+10:002008-04-13T03:30:12.818+10:00Illustration Friday - Fail<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SADrmRDQTJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yZCgWtNmDHc/s1600-h/fail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/SADrmRDQTJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yZCgWtNmDHc/s400/fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188405813375421586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Censorship</span><br /><br />A man being tie done by a unknown force<br />with a red tape over his mouth, he had been<br />censored<br /><br />His scream of frustration have been muted<br />While he sitting there with out both of his arms<br /><br />He look helpless wondering when will this torture end<br /><br />He fail to realise his view of the world have become so obscure<br />that he was unable to sense the danger<br /><br />He sit and listen, waiting for his release...<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-12335282216777574802008-03-15T16:56:00.002+11:002008-03-15T17:02:33.022+11:00Illustration Friday - Heavy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R9tlf-fWzaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EfbiJCh7kpA/s1600-h/heavy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R9tlf-fWzaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EfbiJCh7kpA/s400/heavy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177843796617383330" border="0" /></a><br />Heavy<br /><br />Are we pulling our mother earth into the right direction?<br />It seem our load it getting heavier and heavier....<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-85741133333040824202008-03-09T23:59:00.003+11:002008-03-10T00:13:42.114+11:00Illustration Friday - Garden<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R9PfgOfWzZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8aNtMWqaoqU/s1600-h/gardens.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R9PfgOfWzZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/8aNtMWqaoqU/s400/gardens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175726141517254034" border="0" /></a><br />The garden<br /><br />When I was a child I used to sit on the<br />tree branch and see beyond the horizon<br /><br />There was this garden with brick wall<br />surround itself, the owner forbid any visitors<br />except himself to enter the garden.<br /><br />Often children will wait for the owner leave his<br />property, and they would try to sneak in and play in the<br />garden, I be their watch out for the sight of the owner.<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-26246479528363266032008-03-02T02:17:00.004+11:002008-03-02T02:52:43.142+11:00Illustration Friday- Leap<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R8lz-rvf57I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/EM2gPoZzYys/s1600-h/leaps.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R8lz-rvf57I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/EM2gPoZzYys/s400/leaps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172793167742756786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leap</span><br /><br />There was a man who love to catch it fish<br />with only a string with a hook attach to it end.<br /><br />He often sit beside with his rusted bucket and<br />would sit on the ice for hours, whenever the fish<br />leaps out of water it was a sight to be remember<br /><br />Every time he went back to the village he always carry<br />an empty bucket, the villager often joke to the man saying<br />the reason he always come home empty handed it<br />because he love to eat his fish raw.<br /><br />The man didn't mind what the villager were thinking,<br />cause he can't find a word to describe the feeling beyond joy.<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-5947341446318170252008-02-23T22:35:00.003+11:002008-02-23T22:51:42.285+11:00Illustration Friday- Multiple<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R8AF5-Y4S7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/F2aVuzeZh7Q/s1600-h/mutiple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R8AF5-Y4S7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/F2aVuzeZh7Q/s400/mutiple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170138865779362738" border="0" /></a>Multiple<br /><br />A man walk into a room with his pride on his back<br />He knee down on to the ground starring down at his<br />failure.<br /><br />But his pride refuse to starred down, with multiple signs<br />beside him.<br /><br />A man should look at his failure and weakness before pursue<br />the climbing the Everest the ultimate high.<br /><br /> © By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-16427642697146477522008-01-29T12:21:00.000+11:002008-01-29T12:57:09.652+11:00Illustration-Friday - Tales and Legends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R56AaLcxJBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6vLEYmMVp0o/s1600-h/tales.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R56AaLcxJBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6vLEYmMVp0o/s400/tales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160703410251572242" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tales and legends</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p> </o:p><br />When I was small I always love to hear my grandpa<o:p></o:p><br />telling me all kind of stories.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p>At night I be dreaming all this strange tales, one night I be sailing<o:p></o:p><br />across the ocean with my fellow crew searching for the mystery island<o:p></o:p><br />that may hidden the legendary treasures.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p>Another night I be lost in the dark forest, where the myths had it there will be wolfs,<o:p></o:p><br />monsters, ghouls and witches that hunt children at nightfall with mist growing thicker by the second.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p>Years gone by I've aged into an old man, I miss those exciting days. <o:p></o:p><br />Now I am telling my own version of tales and legends to my own grandson<o:p></o:p><br />Hope he can embrace the tales as I can.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p>(In memory of my own grandma, and to thanks to my parents for telling me story<o:p></o:p><br />in my youth days)<o:p></o:p></span></p> © By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-40609515563998480242008-01-20T00:17:00.000+11:002008-01-20T00:45:50.540+11:00Illustration Friday - Plain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R5H5fDsGOwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gm3ei3SSmZA/s1600-h/plain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R5H5fDsGOwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gm3ei3SSmZA/s400/plain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157177360277453570" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Plain</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p> </o:p>I often dream of walking out into a plain field, <o:p></o:p><br />I will keep walking along the path, and hope it<o:p></o:p><br />will lead me to somewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p>Walking alone in a plain field, sun rays beaming down on me<o:p></o:p><br />I felt an unexpected joy, hearing only sounds of nature and the<o:p></o:p><br />constant foot step it like listen to symphony being performed.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p>While I walk, I think and talk to myself out in a plain field,<o:p></o:p><br />where this fantasy I often dream in my sleep, walking to a place<o:p></o:p><br />of peace.<o:p></o:p></span></p> © By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-65524900075877305792008-01-12T04:02:00.000+11:002008-01-12T04:37:55.206+11:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- Stitch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R4eiLDsGOuI/AAAAAAAAAVo/u-YkXxQfR7c/s1600-h/stitch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R4eiLDsGOuI/AAAAAAAAAVo/u-YkXxQfR7c/s400/stitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154266609401346786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stitch</span><br /><br />We soon to have our head examined, have the old doctor<br />pulling out our defined brain, and filled with polluted junk, that look interesting<br />but at the same time crap.<br /><br />Then the sergeant would stitch each patient head cap back on,<br />and send us to our new home, where we don't have think and do things.<br /><br />We be attached to one another, have conversation about crap, and watch transmitted<br />visual inside our heads, where watching the box will be a thing of the past...<br /><br />We are now controlled by the unknown, a powerful society that hide itself, open your<br />eyes, and you may just caught a glimpse of that unknown, we are now<br />come to a sad end where our lives are been watched every sec, a information<br />era have create a more daunting place for everyone to live in.<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-23631464514196170442008-01-07T00:58:00.001+11:002008-01-07T01:06:44.093+11:00Eat Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R4DesjsGOtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/WHpYTz1jZNo/s1600-h/eat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R4DesjsGOtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/WHpYTz1jZNo/s400/eat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152362830787656402" border="0" /></a>Eat Me<br /><br />I have become a tendency of creating my own error<br />I am now have this strange urge of hunger<br />The darkness is tempting me to consume my mind<br />with a killer instinct and that is to gain the absolute power.<br />A dark force that will unleash into the society creating<br />chaos and destruction, and I will no longer exist as a person<br />but a monster emerge from the deep sea...<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-7345080138994087892008-01-06T05:29:00.000+11:002008-01-06T05:38:36.969+11:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- 100%<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R3_M8zsGOsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WhTotc0rBFY/s1600-h/100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R3_M8zsGOsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WhTotc0rBFY/s400/100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152061843774520002" border="0" /></a><br />A Dream<br /><br />A man stand by the door way<br />unsure what to do next<br />His hundred per cent sure<br />this may well be a dream<br />and he soon will be awaken<br />into another dimension<br />where reality are often restore<br />into somewhat a bizarre situation...<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2008Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-4750417668965264772007-12-29T15:32:00.001+11:002007-12-29T15:50:24.167+11:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- Soar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R3XO2jsGOrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/iOZ-_CXIAwA/s1600-h/soar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R3XO2jsGOrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/iOZ-_CXIAwA/s400/soar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149249185656486578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Soar</span><br /><br />There once was a man grip by the balloon<br />soaring upward into the sky<br /><br />But he still chain his leg with an anchor on the ground<br />just in case when he felt the need to come back down<br /><br />When he was hovering in the mid sky high above the ground<br />he felt a sense of claim and control, a zone where he<br />was belong.<br /><br />He could felt the wind breeze brush him by, as if other people<br />were also hovering up in the sky like him disguise as wind<br />saying "Hello".<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2007Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-37462418946014763292007-12-25T14:25:00.000+11:002007-12-25T14:50:54.778+11:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- Horizon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R3B5rzsGOqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-AJDF-RR-2Q/s1600-h/harizon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R3B5rzsGOqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-AJDF-RR-2Q/s400/harizon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147748167600978594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Horizon</span><br /><br />A man that have a gloom mood as always sitting<br />outside of his horizon forever gazing at the world<br /><br />Alone with no one to talk but himself<br />With his curiosity grew and obscure his view<br /><br />Slowly turn into madness<br />wondering what people might say behind his back<br /><br />Every morning he will sit outside of his house looking<br />out to the world, at night time he will then use his<br />telescope to spy any naughty kid try to across his border<br /><br />You see the border is open for anyone to dare to across,<br />but neither any one dare to cross the line.<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2007Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-81677240821493643832007-12-10T01:28:00.000+11:002007-12-10T01:39:56.287+11:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- Little Things<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R1v8yqenmkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/M62aZtjlTj8/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/R1v8yqenmkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/M62aZtjlTj8/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141981346899925570" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><b><span style="font-family: Helvetica-Bold;">Little Things</span></b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p> </o:p><br />Sometime a little things such as a gift of a single flower<o:p></o:p><br />can be a powerful gesture to represent<span style=""> </span>a symbol of love to<o:p></o:p><br />someone that is close to you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><o:p> </o:p>But when you start to look into her eyes, you wants that same<o:p></o:p><br />feeling to be felt through her, as if she may understand your<o:p></o:p><br />thoughts and feelings toward her. <o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Then you may wish you can pick her brain, and see what kind<o:p></o:p><br />of game she is playing with you. <o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">love is too complex and over cooked...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">© By Hung Lin 2007<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-91117527809379935992007-11-10T17:34:00.001+11:002007-11-10T18:17:53.685+11:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- SCALE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/RzVSZZAaf4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/O0q0QNpMW20/s1600-h/scale.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/RzVSZZAaf4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/O0q0QNpMW20/s400/scale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131097946621378434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scale</span><br /><br />Don’t estimate one person’s power<br />This person will can be more determine then five people combine<br />This person can have easily tipped the scale with amount of personality<br />That stored in him/she<br /><br />How heavy or strong this person<br />Could a single human race change the course of the world?<br />What can we expect is that a person can be a rock, thrown into an ocean<br />Is bound to course ripple effects<br /><br /> But you did have to wonder two people are always better then one<br />What can we least expect is to judge someone without knowing him or her?<br />Make false knowledge by just taking one look at the person.<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2007Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-15586661624593238922007-10-27T23:55:00.001+10:002007-10-28T00:59:11.399+10:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- Trick or Treat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/RyNHRQ0N44I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vAKo55vYw2I/s1600-h/tricks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/RyNHRQ0N44I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vAKo55vYw2I/s400/tricks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126019162775085954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Trick or Treat</span><br /><br />In the early hour of Halloween<br />Two kids dress in gruesome monster clothes.<br />While they are figuring out the next house<br />to do their favourite trick,<br />their bag decides to have itself a treat.<br />A hand pops out creating an illusion<br />as an alarming figure looms towards them.<br />The two kids will be tricked<br />and be frightened out of their wits!<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2007Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28863544.post-74549195137528273662007-10-21T13:59:00.000+10:002007-10-21T14:16:37.476+10:00ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- GROW<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/RxrO-Q98L6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/IsK--8ZdArE/s1600-h/grow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__m9tORO0ReE/RxrO-Q98L6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/IsK--8ZdArE/s400/grow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123635095189335970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">GROW</span><br /><br />A doctor lives on a land, where he can plant his knowledge.<br />With his cruel personality, he may create a harmful environment<br />On the land that once was pure, it now blossom a dark flower that spread<br />A deadly fumes, so foul it will surly make you puke.<br /><br />© By Hung Lin 2007Hung Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02367293934868284135noreply@blogger.com