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the simple life

"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

When will I be famous?

So sang Bros.

A friend of mine is leaving his job to focus on his career as a photographer. He's already got his photographs published and he is certainly going to be famous.

I told a close group of friends, not too long ago, that we're going to get famous.

But here I am.

Unpopular, unstated, unwanted.

I walk alone.

Undistrubed, unmolested, unpublic.

In the cinema. In Japanese porn shops. In cheap hotels.

At what price, freedom?


At 1/17/2006 02:37:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...


I think we need a gf. Ha ha ha.

Let's meet up again. Get the neighbour from hell. See how she's surviving.

S Tan

At 1/19/2006 11:56:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

burning with passion. charcoal oreadie - Neighbour from Hell


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