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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..

Friday, June 10, 2005
Homer, not of the Illiad

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I caught the 6am episode of "The sssSSimpsonssss.." on StarWorld this morning.

In this one, Springfield's Child Welfare Services appointed the Flanders to be guardians of Brat and Lisa after having found Homer and Marge to be plainly incompetent parents. (No kidding, Holmes) So while in Flanders residence, Ned started a Bible quiz and having noticed Bart and Lisa to be disturbingly inconspicious, Ned urged them on to answer blantantly fundamental topics the Good Book, whereupon Bart confessed that they hadn't actually been baptised at all, at which Ned promptly passed out in shock related trauma. Having regain conciousness, Ned gazed down at Brat and Lisa in condescending pity and told them:

"Don't worry little Bart and lisa, we won't judge you. That's for vengeful God to do."

I laughed at that.
I'm not without a sense of humour.
It also seems that i'm not beyond dire reproach either.

For that chuckle unnervingly recalled me to a particular lunch meeting i had with a friend just the day before.

Flavian and i share little in common with each other at first glance.
And in all probability for the second, third and consequent ones as well.
Besides the common bus route back from church and, need i say, the same church.
politically incorrect and at times downright criminal, but always gaggingly hilarious, observations of our fellow churchmates.

But it's a fair enough assessment were one to assume, from occasions in our conversations, that Homer Simspon was really a third bloke in our tightly bonded trio.

In fact just last Sunday as shared kway-chap in a jam-packed foodcourt near church, the bugger spewed regurgitated duck meat across the table and directly onto my lap whilst i was reenacting a scene in "The sssSSimpsonssss" in which Homer walked into his garage in search for beer only to uncover a mob gang purporting to wholesale imitation jeans. At that, our reckless protaganist civically declared that he would "report to the authorites about this" and turned around to leave. A nameless gunman, whose skin shares the same strange shade of yellow as Homer, (hey hey! Unintended alliteration!) points his .45mm at Homer's back and warns "Not so fast, pal." Homer, brillantly self-aware as ever, turns his head around and says "Oookaay.." while dramatically decreasing the speed of his movements as he slow-mos his way out.

Well, you'd really have to watch it to actually enjoy it. It's not much fun this way, I realise.

After apologising for the spasmic projectile, and proceeding to blame me for it as well, because apparently "I shouldn't have caused him to laugh while he had his mouth full", [Yea whatever Flabs. (aka 'flavian' aka 'flap-piang') Nope, i don't know either] he then got all Martin Luther on me and said "It's damn funny, the Simpsons, but we should cut back on it. It's damn blasphemous." I was like "Wat the.. what kinda geek am i dealing with here?" But of course i only said "Yea, but it's all in the name of humour though."

But it strikes me now that blasphemy is blasphemy.
No matter how subtle, or whatever the intentions, or however hilarious.
If the storyboarders of "The Simpsons" continue to slight the image of God,
Luwin of "The Church" cannot continue to laugh at or about it.

Maybe Flavian was right. The Simpsons might have to go.
Which opens a whole floodgate of lifestyle choices that has to be re-examined in light of Christianity and it's prescribed tenets.
And of which i'd be delving into for the next few posts.

The theme, if expressed in words, would go something like:

'Aww man.. What does it take to be a 21 yr-old christian in the 21st century?'

Two cents dropped on or about.. 2:30 AM


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