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Tuesday, May 16, 2006
+ Pool anyone? +
Pool-ed 3 times in 2 weeks.... feels like i'm back in CJ again. Of cos back then i played like a leper on LSD and it weren't a pretty sight. Smacked balls around after church with the youth bunch, then late-nite pool with marcus n nick, then pool after an extreme session of canoeing on Vesak Day. found this cool pic, but 9-ball was my first love. When the lucky shots counted, somehow i played better, hahahah.  When the world seems screwed up, just call some buddies and head down to a good clean pool joint. Strength vs. control, enough to keep your mind on the lighter things in life. I am a staunch proponent of pool therapy. hmmm...i've GOT to get my hands on the pics we took canoeing/shoppin/cycling with the church youth. Glad you guys like the comics i do, the next issue promises to be better. Haiz... stress... Pushing new limits, nobody said it was easy. Can i smile without looking smug? Shermaine is on a mission to hook me onto Copeland. The good old relaxing indie-alternative. Simple and clean. I'd say her mission is close to completion.  ever get the feeling your current life is reflected in a song? i'm feeling VERY "Bohemian Rhapsody" just about now. Cheers all! *raises wine glass* "Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen Words and music by freddie mercury Is this the real life- Is this just fantasy- Caught in a landslide- No escape from reality- Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see- Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy- Because Im easy come,easy go, A little high,little low, Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me, To me Mama,just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger,now hes dead, Mama,life had just begun, But now Ive gone and thrown it all away- Mama ooo, Didnt mean to make you cry- If Im not back again this time tomorrow- Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters- Too late,my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine- Bodys aching all the time, Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go- Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows) I dont want to die, I sometimes wish Id never been born at all- I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango- Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me- Galileo,galileo, Galileo galileo Galileo figaro-magnifico- But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me- Hes just a poor boy from a poor family- Spare him his life from this monstrosity- Easy come easy go-,will you let me go- Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go- Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go let me go No,no,no,no,no,no,no- Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go- Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me- So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye- So you think you can love me and leave me to die- Oh baby-cant do this to me baby- Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here- Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me, Any way the wind blows....
ian wong beats around the bush@
5:58 PM
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