Pong Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
for-me-writing-is-perplexing-because-if-we-were-playing-ping-pong-we-werent-writing-twenty-years-later-youd-be-just-much-better-at-ping-pong-this-ali-liebegott
pong-is-simply-knockoff-odyssey-ping-pong-game
typical-beer-pong-game-5-playing-beer-pong-95-chasing-the-ball-around-the-room
i-dont-have-many-hobbies-if-i-think-hobbies-maybe-ping-pong-but-i-dont-have-desire-to-get-ping-pong-medal-james-franco
im-wicked-ping-pong-player
sometimes-being-dad-is-like-watching-ping-pong-match
im-not-at-all-competitive-id-rather-play-solitaire-than-ping-pong
im-big-pingpong-addict-i-love-it-lisa-ling
soccer-ping-pong-are-my-two-favorite-sports-to-play
my-strong-game-was-ping-pong-relentless-steady-marv-albert
we-didnt-do-square-ball-in-pong-because-we-thought-it-was-cool-we-did-it-because-that-was-all-we-could-do
wrestling-boxing-is-like-pingpong-rugby-theres-no-connection-mickey-rourke
im-extra-dark-black-belt-in-ping-pong-judah-friedlander
i-can-shoot-pool-i-can-play-pingpong-im-pretty-good-at-those-games-thelonious-monk
although-im-scratch-ping-pong-player-there-is-no-possibility-me-beating-top-professional
and-then-we-played-pingpong-not-pool-i-always-assumed-he-was-billiards-mani-mean-its-handy-way-he-keeps-stick-up-his-claire-lazebnik
if-levi-were-dog-hed-be-golden-retriever-if-he-were-game-hed-be-pingpong-incessant-bouncing-light-rainbow-rowell
ive-watched-with-kind-wary-eye-how-gaming-has-progressed-i-was-there-at-beginning-with-pong-in-arcade-lot-my-great-childhood-memories-were-around-tempest-machine
i-dont-believe-in-bodybuilders-using-steroids-if-man-doesnt-have-enough-male-hormones-in-his-system-to-create-nice-hard-muscular-body-he-should-take-steve-reeves
whatever-i-do-i-love-to-win-i-dont-care-if-its-tennis-ping-pong-ill-kill-myself-to-win-it-andy-pettitte
i-hate-losing-it-doesnt-matter-if-its-racing-playing-ping-pong-i-hate-it
im-pretty-sure-ping-in-chinese-means-table-pong-means-tennis-john-alejandro-king
i-like-to-challenge-myself-there-are-not-many-guys-on-tour-who-can-give-me-challenge-in-ping-pong-so-ill-throw-some-points-to-see-if-i-can-come-back
i-pluck-with-my-fingernails-if-i-break-nail-i-cant-cancel-concert-so-i-can-make-nail-out-ping-pong-ball
all-my-activities-are-pedestrian-the-extreme-sport-i-play-is-ping-pong-and-we-play-it-hard-if-any-you-suckers-want-to-step-up-to-table-be-ready
you-cant-tell-whats-aboard-container-ship-we-carried-every-kind-cargo-all-it-on-view-police-car-penicillin-johnnie-walker-red-toilets-handguns-lumber-ping-pong-balls-ibm-data-car
the-only-way-ill-play-beer-pong-is-if-room-was-sterile-room-table-was-stainless-steel-sprayed-down-with-disinfectant-ball-brand-new-everybody-playing-wore-gloves-hairnets-underne
computers-sort-came-around-through-games-toys-and-you-know-first-computer-most-people-had-in-house-may-have-been-computer-to-play-pong-little-microprocessor-embedded-then-other-g
all-you-need-is-pool-table-beer-electric-jukebox-good-conversation-the-day-girl-beats-me-in-game-beirut-kind-beer-pong-is-good-sign-chace-crawford
i-have-house-with-two-big-plasma-screen-tvs-two-dogs-grill-chessboard-i-like-to-keep-it-low-key-invite-friends-over-order-some-papa-johns-pizzas-coors-light-play-poker-ping-pong-
acting-for-me-is-like-ping-pong-game-thats-secret-acting-when-you-have-really-good-actor-i-always-want-to-be-as-good-as-he-is-she-is
As I became older, I was given many masks to wear. I could be a laborer laying railroad tracks across the continent, with long hair in a queue to be pulled by pranksters; a gardener trimming the shrubs while secretly planting a bomb; a saboteur before the day of infamy at Pearl Harbor, signaling the Imperial Fleet; a kamikaze pilot donning his headband somberly, screaming 'Banzai' on my way to my death; a peasant with a broad-brimmed straw hat in a rice paddy on the other side of the world, stooped over to toil in the water; an obedient servant in the parlor, a houseboy too dignified for my own good; a washerman in the basement laundry, removing stains using an ancient secret; a tyrant intent on imposing my despotism on the democratic world, opposed by the free and the brave; a party cadre alongside many others, all of us clad in coordinated Mao jackets; a sniper camouflaged in the trees of the jungle, training my gunsights on G.I. Joe; a child running with a body burning from napalm, captured in an unforgettable photo; an enemy shot in the head or slaughtered by the villageful; one of the grooms in a mass wedding of couples, having met my mate the day before through our cult leader; an orphan in the last airlift out of a collapsed capital, ready to be adopted into the good life; a black belt martial artist breaking cinderblocks with his head, in an advertisement for Ginsu brand knives with the slogan 'but wait-there's more' as the commercial segued to show another free gift; a chef serving up dog stew, a trick on the unsuspecting diner; a bad driver swerving into the next lane, exactly as could be expected; a horny exchange student here for a year, eager to date the blonde cheerleader; a tourist visiting, clicking away with his camera, posing my family in front of the monuments and statues; a ping pong champion, wearing white tube socks pulled up too high and batting the ball with a wicked spin; a violin prodigy impressing the audience at Carnegie Hall, before taking a polite bow; a teen computer scientist, ready to make millions on an initial public offering before the company stock crashes; a gangster in sunglasses and a tight suit, embroiled in a turf war with the Sicilian mob; an urban greengrocer selling lunch by the pound, rudely returning change over the counter to the black patrons; a businessman with a briefcase of cash bribing a congressman, a corrupting influence on the electoral process; a salaryman on my way to work, crammed into the commuter train and loyal to the company; a shady doctor, trained in a foreign tradition with anatomical diagrams of the human body mapping the flow of life energy through a multitude of colored points; a calculus graduate student with thick glasses and a bad haircut, serving as a teaching assistant with an incomprehensible accent, scribbling on the chalkboard; an automobile enthusiast who customizes an imported car with a supercharged engine and Japanese decals in the rear window, cruising the boulevard looking for a drag race; a illegal alien crowded into the cargo hold of a smuggler's ship, defying death only to crowd into a New York City tenement and work as a slave in a sweatshop. My mother and my girl cousins were Madame Butterfly from the mail order bride catalog, dying in their service to the masculinity of the West, and the dragon lady in a kimono, taking vengeance for her sisters. They became the television newscaster, look-alikes with their flawlessly permed hair. Through these indelible images, I grew up. But when I looked in the mirror, I could not believe my own reflection because it was not like what I saw around me. Over the years, the world opened up. It has become a dizzying kaleidoscope of cultural fragments, arranged and rearranged without plan or order.

Frank H. Wu
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