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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..

Saturday, December 10, 2005
People Aren't Chocolates

But you know what they are mostly? Bastards. Bastard coated bastards with bastard fillings.

And i stand in stark embarressment as a person - a singular of people.

'Lilya 4-ever' is a show you don't want to watch. I say again, you don't want to. Anything but it. Heavens please, not it.

This Swedish film - set in Russia, about a 16 year old girl- is poignant. Hauntingly poignant. More haunting, in fact, than it is poignant. I don't remember ever being quite so affected by a movie since 'Office Space'. But that's for an entirely different reason altogether.

'Lilya' will change life as you know it.
If you're a lady - you'll weep. Buckets.
If you're a guy - you'll quite possibly feel as i did: an unmitigated combination of guilt, remorse, and self-reproach; and more like never before.

Hormonal slavery serving once as salve for my conscience, has now to me become the vilest of weaknesses in my post-film sensibilities.

Towards the end of the show (the ambulance scence), as medics were attempting to revive her from her suicidal leap off a highway, i was fixated on her lids of her eyes - willing them with all my might that they wouldn't flicker; that she wouldn't live. She doesn't deserve death of course! She didn't at all. But the alternative was a far crueler fate to contemplate.
Her eyes opened, it did. But only symoblically (thank heavens) in her transition to an angel. I waited for my heave of relief, but none came.
There was, i was to realise, insofar as this film is concerned - no relief.

The human condition is so very sad. comtemptible and intolerable. and painful to bear.
I wish to renounce it.

I wish i hadn't seen it.
Two cents dropped on or about.. 3:01 AM


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