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The name is Wong – Winluck Wong. Hmm…it doesn’t quite have the Bond ring to it, but it’ll have to do. Yes, I have one of those names that have to be repeated during a handshake – which is really a sneaky way of making my name stick in your head.

Ever since writing in-class journals during elementary school, I’ve developed a passion for words. Each word is inherently beautiful and when they are woven into a tapestry of a journal, a poem, an essay, or a story – the effect is breathtaking. If I were to come up with a metaphor for writing, it would go a little like this:

I sculpt every contour of my words so they are comfortably ensconced in their respective niches, which are exquisitely carved with Lilliputian detail in such a way that the play of light and shadows work in perfect harmony to bring their very essences to life. And though each niche is bathed in the rich aura of its own persona, they are joined together – row upon row from polished floor to exalted ceiling – by a flawless wall firmly founded in its masonic glory that encloses an awe-inspiring hall in the most divine shape of all: a circle. Infused with the sacred thirst for wisdom, the hall reaches up with its arms of pillars and interlaced fingers of arches to cradle the heavens, beckoning to the stream of universal consciousness.

It was through writing and reading others’ writing that I discovered another passion: acting. Whether I was creating characters or reading about them, I constantly felt the small, nagging desire to physically express their emotions and personalities. So, I took a few acting classes with the intent to satisfy this desire.

For awhile, I believed it worked. I thought, “Well, that feels a little better. I think I can go back to writing now.” Naturally, Life never really works that way. My “small, nagging desire” became inflamed by a thousandfold.

I can distinctly remember the elation I felt when I stepped onto the stage for the first time. The curtains pulled apart, the spotlights blinded me, and my entire body at that moment seemed to become the conduit for all the energy crackling in the theatre. I felt…alive.

And that was it – I became hopelessly hooked on both writing and acting.

I still haven’t decided which path I’ll take yet. In a perfect world, I would rearrange the laws of physics and walk on both simultaneously.

For the moment though, I’ll just let the dice roll.

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