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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 01, 2005
What Went Wrong

Opening thought of the post: "Why drink and drive, when you can smoke and fly?"

She averted her eyes.
I mean, seriously. How immature does one have to be to avert ones eyes?
As much as me, probably. And if i know me, i'f have to say that that's rather pathetic.
For a human being. Regardless of age.

Note that i use the word "regardless" as opposed to the prevalent but non-standard "irregardless"; simply because i, in pompous pride, assume my language skills to be more adept than it is in reality and wastes no haste in making a showing of it as and when the opportunity reveals itself.

I also am, by far, less charming and eloquent and witty than i am in my ego-induced imaginings.
For instance, today as i was riding up the escalator with my ol' friend flabs along one city link, and had turned my head backwards to check out a poster which had just passed us by, a buncha bimboes clad in halloween outfits (witches, gargoyles, chinese teachers.. and the like), robbed over my attention with an inexplicable squeal of "Happy Halloween!" from a member of the gang. (i mean, i'm full aware that it's Halloween, and i'm all for festivities. But hallow-freaken-ween is like some commercial-gimmick/alien-pseudo-tradition in giddamn USA half the world around. There's really no sense in trying to commemorate it in our own cultureless Little Red Dot. Much less a half-arsed attempt to do so. So why the strange compulsion to announce such a greeting to absolute strangers in shopping malls who clearly wasn't big on neither trick nor treat?) So by the time i had assimilated the greeting into logical terms and had sufficiently re-composed myself from the initial startle, which took long enough for the period of eye-contact to cross into the domain of "down-right awkwardness", i gave a brief nod to my now wholly embarrassed teenage witch (cute, as witches go) and uttered a "thank you" in her direction, which came out as more of a whimper than anything, and swiftly turned away.

Lame-duck-ness. Seriously.

The 'Luwin' in my mind would have replied the Halloween greeting with: "Yea, nice outfits you've got there." And then pointing towards the bare face of my companion, Flabs, say: " But no match for my pal's mask over here though."
And then proceed to fend off incoming punches amidst the hurl of abuses.

I'd appreciate me more if i had said that. Even if Flabs wouldn't.

With the ripe age 21 looming near, i'm still a juvenile little prick living out little juvenile fantasies. Shieks.

Having said that, i'd like to end with my-

Closing thought of the post: "Do we give a shit or do we take a crap?"
Two cents dropped on or about.. 3:51 AM


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