we took pictures with the huge bean at boon lay bus interchange

on my way back from tuition just now, i got a huge splat of birdshit on my right thigh. this is loves.

write and write and write unmoving on the chair frantically conjuring new compelling images and sounds and voices songs from the past they meld together they marry another they weave through each other they make you cry. i want to collect your tears, i write to make you cry. i cry to make you cry. i cry to make you cry.

the aya is not back the siewfang is somewhere the junejune is everywhere the chengs is nowhere. the enhui and cassie are ikea meatball fans. i chinese dance here and there i forget i know it not, i forget i know naught, i forget

the lilting song is my respite. a blanket of ignorance in reality's sweltering heat