Author Archives: anrong

More Than Just A Basketball Player

As he jumped off the bench, pulled off his shirt, Ripped off his pants, and ran onto the court, The crowd screaming “Je-rem-y!Je-rem-y!Je-rem-y!” He jab steps into the face of adversity, pulls up and jump shots assumptions away Spin moves … Continue reading

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New Years

Dear Future Love, Where are you? Another holiday season has passed, another lonely christmas, another kiss-less new years, I’m hoping to find you on Valentines. If not I’ll see you on St. Patricks, and if I miss you there, I … Continue reading

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Shoulder to lean on

Happy people, make me sad, that I’m not happy like them, especially couples. Holiday season is coming around, meaning there’s plenty of happy people, so to hell with all of you. I’m over things taken.

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I hope she said yes

I didn’t know people still did this.

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Wong Wei Lum

Dear Best Friend, The year 2011 marked many a milestone for us. You graduated from SVA, developed the Ipad app for the school that made you one of the top young graphic designers out there today. I am still in … Continue reading

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Getting dark

It’s starting to get darker, earlier. These days I’ve been feeling as if I’m a fish out of water, maybe it’s the way my emotions have been handled in the past week. I need to stop letting my heart get … Continue reading

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Thoughts

Beau Sia once asked, “Why must we associate music with our love lives?” Many of us do this, Beau can’t listen to The Cure’s, Just Like Heaven, without feeling sad, because he use to kiss Lydia to the song. I … Continue reading

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I’m back, alive, and hungry

Hey All, sorry for the lack of news. I promise I shall try to post more this semester. I finished my internship at the Rochester Democrat and Chronicle back in August, and headed home to the greatest city in the … Continue reading

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the in between

It use to be something

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It’s warm

Getting warm here, got a little over a month left here, time is moving, sometimes its fast, sometimes it slow.

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