friends

always thought i was special,
having the friends i had.

you were my soul mate,
my confidant, my companion.
you accept everything i am,
flaws and claws and all.
and when you cudn't understand,
you - the other you - were my kindred spirit.
my other likeness, my moodswing quick-fix,
my tempered hotsauce.
but you - the only you - were my only.

what of friends
who don't speak to one another?
is it me who has changed,
or is it you who has turned your cheek?

and what of friends
- both you and i -
who all refuse to overstep
their faults?

underground

man fishing


incomplete series of man getting to his feet

solitude

souls of distortion

intimacy


5 months of artwork.
there should have been more,
but time hasn't really been on my side.
the underground has taken over my life.

next friday and saturday, 7pm
this production i helped to start
will be happening in school.
i've written two of the plays,
one of which i will be performing,
and the other i am directing.
i'm also acting in one other play
which jh wrote and directed.

so... if we haven't hung out in a while,
you'll know where to find me :)
e-mail kr_wong@iskl.edu.my
or kwiwa.wiwa@gmail.com for a ticket.


"because scars last longer than hickeys"

"did you know you were lying?"

"there are only so many four letter words I believe in"

"momentum is a myth."