the chinese fan dance i did in deep slumber

the rice vermicelli that boyboy cooked for me, mama taught him when she still came home, late at night. each mouthful was steeped in her smell and laced with her sorrow.


"why got this 24 thousand dollars thing again, we must pay ah?"

"i don't know. that time i thought i settled it already. they say if within 7 days we don't pay they will sue us."

"monday then call loh"

"this will never end la..."

"never mind la. forget it. i thought about it already, at most they want my life i got one, if they want it they can have it."


mama please stop crying, i can't stand the sound
your pain
is painful. and it's
pulling me down
:family portrait
pink

wheel of fortune, and each option is outlined in irony, anger, blame and debt, highlighted with unfounded and unflinching love.