Wednesday, April 30, 2008


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Who Would You Fight For?
© 2008 Ray Wong
Relax Without Substances

Who Would I Fight For?
by Ray Wong

Blurry and white
all the pines out there
take my breath into the night
Oh where or when...
not a word, my friend
not a word, and oh be kind!
With that said, yeah I'll be fine
Instead I ache for your hand
And you make me feel so raw
when I crumble and fall
I fall for you

who would I fight for? the day's dawned.
who would I care for if the night is gone?
who would I wait for if the line is long?
oh oh oh.

"Oh where's the line?
What's your favorite color or
are you waiting for someone to decide?"
Walked out the door
and then I found out
that I'd built a life of walls
full of words for the same old song
Oh well, I guess I'm not fine then..
Will you lead me through the dawn
searching for the truth...
but where are you?

who would I fight for when the day has dawned?
who would I care for when the night is gone?
who would I sing for when the song is wrong?
oh oh oh...

In a world of fear
I want to live my life the way I wanted to
a world afar
oh there's where I'll go
where I'll spend my life with only you

Who would you fight for
when the day's dawned?
Who would you care for
when the night is gone?
Who would you lie for
when the faith is wrong?
Who would you die for
when the lie is gone?
Who would you live for
when the light is gone?
Who would you sing for
when the song is wrong?
Who would you cry for
when the life is gone?
Who would you fight for...?

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A rant

OK, I try not to expect anything when I give. It's all about the joy of giving and making others happy, right? But I'm only human, and sometimes I just feel like I give and give and give and get nothing in return, and then the only other kind of "giving" I'd like to do is "giving up." And I feel like I'm not supposed to talk about this because, hey, it's my problem right? Stop whining, right?

But it's frustrating. I guess I'm enlightened enough yet. Maybe I need another spiritual journey. Most of the time I do enjoy giving without expecting anything in return. Once in a while, though, it's great to hear a "thanks" and that's gratifying enough. But lately, it seems like people will just take and never give back.

I won't go in the details here. Just so you know, it's okay to say, "thank you, I appreciate that" or "well done" or "I hear you -- you're not alone." Even a criticism would be an acknowledgement that I actually exist in your world. I'm just human. I need a little pick-me-up once in a while, too. It's okay to reach out and say, "yes, I think about you."

Monday, April 21, 2008


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Friday, April 18, 2008

A New Poem

by R. Wong


Saturday, April 12, 2008

Ray's Rules for Life

- Love what you do
- Do what you love
- Life is too short to be stuck in a rut
- Have fun; what is life if you're not having fun with it?
- We all die alone, so make yourself happy first
- You are not who other people say you are
- Only you know who you really are
- Do your best, and the rest will come
- Never fall in love with a married person
- It's really so much easier to ask for forgiveness than permission
- Break rules, but not until you know the rules first
- Take risks, if you really want something so badly -- go for it
- Life is all about experiences -- so do you have them?
- Love is a boomerang

Friday, April 11, 2008

Unshakable Self-Image

What are your unshakable self-images that you've been conditioned to since childhood/adolescence? Even if you're no longer that way, and you still feel that way...

I'm not a big guy and I've never been a big guy. I was a scrawny kid. Tall among my friends, but scrawny. At 5'10" and 130 lbs, people always called me Skinny. At college, friends teased me all the time for being a stick. Even my girlfriends thought I was so skinny and they all weighed more than I did.

Now that I'm at 167 lbs, I still see myself as the 130-lb boney ass. I would see myself in the mirror and wonder, is that really me? When people say "you look thin" I immediately think they're calling me skinny. I know I'm not a big guy, but I can't shake this "skinny" image.

I also can't shake the feeling that I'm just mediocre in everything. Perhaps I am, but I know I've accomplished many things, too. Still, I've always felt that I'm just mediocre, because that was what people told me when I was a kid. I was nothing special. I was never good enough. If I got a 90, people would say, "Why didn't you get a 100?" There were always kids better than me, and people didn't take me seriously. Even as an adult, I still feel that way. It's one of the hardest self-image to get rid of.

My Softer Side is Showing

OK, I've just got to post this. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen.