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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 17, 2005
Rhyme & Reason

Fast-forward - 2 week old colleagues. At the same blasted over-priced joint. Barely exchanged words, save the commonplace "serve-this-to-table-3-and-make-it-snappy-aight" jargon of the like. Asked me the night before of the whereabouts of my residence. Discovered we lived on opposite sides of the same road. Wondered why it was that we've never met since we mostly worked similar shifts. Looked at the "Time In" column of my punch-card and realised why. Met this evening at our common bus-stop en-route to work. Had our first conversation. Invariably awakard. Invariably prone to muck-ups. Which went something like this:

Us: blah blah.. awkward silence..blah. (..insipid exchange of formal introductions)
[8 stops into our bus ride, side by side on the 62]
her: I just broke up.
me: Yea, me too! (..came the zippy rejoinder)
her: Oh, how long were you guys together?
[At this point, my mind went: Qua? Agh!!! i heard 'woke up'!! Sodding Sod! What kinda lowlife radiohead-creep-scum-person would announce a breakup with such chirpiness!?! i don't know; i'm just glad she didn't slap it]
me: (with much less enthusiasm ..and honesty, obviously) ..Erm, six months.
her: You called it off?
me: Yea, i wasn't ready and got other stuff going.. (any damn thing now to salvage my spiraling dignity, if you don't mind)
her: He was being quite paranoid. Like, whenever i went out with a group of friends, he'd be wondering this and assuming that.
me: Shieks. (not exactly mr sensitivity, on hindsight)
her: (In his defense, apparently) But i guess it's only normal to feel that way.
me: Yea, but it's only natural as well to hide it.

This precipitated a few delicate moments of silence, during which she gazed at, nay, through me, into seeming oblivion; her eyes transfixed upon a region without actually connecting to anything.

(Contrast this to a seperate conversation i had the same evening with a different person):

Fast-forward - Colleagues for a month. Maybe more, maybe less. Who knows? Barely exchanged glances. Fat. Details details.. unpretty.. details... ugly... blah blah, i can't be bothered. Acts cute. Don't givvashit... whatever. Okay. Here goes:

[Me polishing the wine buckets next to the coffee machine which she happened to be tidying up]
some girl: Hey, today your last day?
me: (without so much as a hint of a diversion of attention toward her general direction) ..Yep.
some girl: Oh, where you going?
me: Home.
[brief moment of - befuddlement for her, respite for me]
some girl: (regaining composure) No, i mean, why you not working anymore?
me: Oh. Too rich.

My friends say i could be nicer to that particular individual on that particular occasion.

But cummon. Be fair. It's not my fault that she's you know, unpretty.. and all. Seriously.


Two cents dropped on or about.. 10:47 PM


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