Harry Lamer About Me Page at Helium

Writer, philosopher, rebel without due cause - that is what I am. I hail from the little island of Singapore. I think, ergo, I write, ergo, I am.

My passion is ...

thinking....

I know too much about ...

nothing... but I understand everything else (potentially anyway)....

My parents always told me ...

to drink my herbal tea....

My childhood ambition ...

is to become a lawyer.

My favorite memory ...

is on a photograph - but I can't remember it....

Why I write ...

Because it's the only way I can put my thoughts down on record.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Good question! I usually forget once it's passed....

My first job ...

paid too little....

My best moment ...

will be to find peace within myself - but it hasn't happened yet....

My inspiration ...

is my own miserable existence - can't get any worse, can it?

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 219 of 633

Memories.... It is the memories to which we tear, For the passing of one we hold dear; But the memories that are left behind, Bring to us our lasting peace of mind. (In memory of my uncle who passed away peacefully in his sleep; and in tribute to his wife, my aunt-in-law, who survives with daughter and three lovely granddaughters)
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