film

she was a shell.she laid half-dressed on the desk,her body's inability to enjoy she who yearned to pleasure her, was not usually her. the nervous sensations were impulses not transmitted to the brain to be etched as a memory encapsulating a moment of intimacy and passion. instead, they remained like a film; watched from a distance, her involvement but a role she played. but it was not like that. not really. not when the shell was un-empty.

regret would have her watch the film in her head, wishing it was her.

happy mom's day

i want to be...

gregory colbert- from the 'ashes and snow' exhibition

only some can break into that space that separates man from animal,
others live like elites.

and i am excited about the zoo!

the night is a secret well

the night is a secret well.
no tampered space nor trace be found
for sunlight scatters the scent that dwells
in echoes warm and quick to hollow out.

while shriveled in my sleep i felt
the quiver of sullen air around,
the tender of the streams that melt
into my skin. dark walls surround

my frightful soul awakes with doubt:
why you would take me whole, engulfed
then disappear at dawn-break's sound
oh night, you're a secret well.

exam week

i have my book, my coffee and my cigarettes;
i am ready to conquer the world.

i'm not here

like forest trees and lush greens
in cityscapes of concrete
the mind, a stranger to
what i read

the heart is absent where i sleep
and eat

she went for a walk and won't be back

says me

last days in smu

girls, EDA, no make that school, wouldn't have been possible without you.
the hong kong guest stars becoming extras in this almost tear-jerking shot of departure...


and these are last days but not end days.