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::Quickys::
Name:
luwin wong
Age:
twenteen
Location:
on an island city state
Email:
luwinwong@hotmail.com

RevisitatioN:
month six o five
month five o five
month two o five
month one o five
month twelve o four
month eleventh o four
month tenth o four
month ninth o four
month eighth o four
month eleventh o three

period-full-stop
luwin


Well on this green page i'll say,
a thing of what i think today,
which since i please, i think i may,
type quick or slow or pink or gray.
And although pink might sound right gay,
i will right now your fears allay,
i'm quite alright, for bent i'm nay.
i kinda think, it's quite okay,
i cannot sing, like mike buble,
nor even act poor capulet,
upon the bright, shiny parquet
of good ol' grand broadway.
I haven't been to cold norway,
or timbuktu, or mandalay.
Coz singapore, the place i stay,
has got only one railway,
that leads direct to sia-malay,
where its quite fun to play.
If i ever own a chevrolet,
it just might be a cabriolet,
but that'll have to wait till next payday,
which just might come, if i do pray.
Now i had enough of this wordplay,
i'll end right now, this quarterway.
i hoped u liked this "-ay" buffet,
I bid you all, a nice good day.



Grow old along with me..

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

The Catcher In The Rye
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Some mornings i look into the mirror and see Holden Caulfield stare right back at me.
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These are the mornings in which i arise and greet the bleak new day with the sudden realisation of one, more or all of the following:
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1) There won't ever be a movie with the protagonist based upon my life;
2) It's probable i might never own a 9-feet Brunswick Gold Crown pool table;
3) I'd never be able to publish a national bestseller;
4) Fiona Xie really doesn't know i even exist;
5) That girls are in actuality smarter than guys.
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Okay.. i made the last one up in jest.
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However, the bitter truth remains that somewhere along the blasted way, i'd have to face up to the blasted fact that i bloody well won't ever be all i want to be.
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The truth is beautiful, without a doubt.. but more so are lies.
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But as a deer friend o' mine.. (erm.. he bears closer resemblence to a hippo, actually)..
K then, but as a hippo-like friend of mine so rightly said to me once:
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"Well, just hope la.. Hope is free mah."

To which came the reply:

"Well, so is despair."

Two cents dropped on or about.. 2:08 AM


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..the best is yet to be.