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- July 23, 2015
Silk
There are moments that feel like a snake. They move in slow motion and their movements are a gliding continuum. You trace your fingers along my back and say it feels like silk. When we wrestle under the covers and I bite your neck, we couldn’t catch our breaths but you didn’t want me to […]
- June 30, 2015
The Base of Two
When the contours of our last rapid movement settled into my subconscious, I suddenly realised I have been lying to myself all this while. I tried to trace back my steps, like what we learned in school whenever something is lost, but I never found that last piece of puzzle. I still do not understand […]
- May 24, 2015
Tango
In between pauses of suffocation, there are stolen little glints of ecstasy. There is nothing symbolic about my wanting you to be inside. Really, nothing. I categorically put on various masks of defiance, the occasional frown is perhaps the only one you noticed. But there is so much more than that. On the brim of […]
- April 20, 2015
The Cosmic Comic
It all started as a joke, I think. Some cosmic effects from three billion years ago when a butterfly fluttered her wings. Fourteen billion years of stagnancy and then bang. It’s poetic in a sadistic way how the random act of expansion brought me here today. The puppet master of this act is undoubtedly kooky. […]
- June 3, 2014
“一路有你” (The Journey) 观后感
在往悉尼的飞机上看了“一路有你” （The Journey)。真好看。电影拍得诚挚感人，看得我眼泪直流。那演爸爸的演员演得真好。 华人父母对子女伟大又含蓄内敛的爱，是外国人很难明白的。我一定要和Glenn看这部电影，让他明白这种爱。期望他至少能稍微体会我一直以来很难跟他形容明白的我和爸爸妈妈之间的感情。
- January 27, 2012
Something Good
Today we promise each other forever. A part of me still refuses to believe this is actually happening. Especially not to me, the guardian of cynicism and antithesis of ceremonial romance. Love is an arcane and impossible language. Like plucking feather from thin air, like smelling roses in a desert, like galloping on unicorns, like […]
- March 2, 2011
Open Closure
The truth is, sometimes when I think of you, I still feel sadness. It’s not the bawl-your-eyes out kind of sad, but more of a tugging pain, or numb melancholy. The other day I chanced upon (how these things manifest themselves in the sneakiest way, I will never know) the song that I wrote for […]
- December 31, 2009
Make-up
Somewhere in between my third gum of the day and second eyeliner touch-up I decided to let it go. The game is getting confusing and I am bored. The murmuring lips scream for a color so red, I should have seen all the warning signs. There was nothing innocent about the breakfast invitation, I dissected the […]
- March 26, 2009
The Feet I Stand On
I think it was two years ago. The feelings have blurred along with the distorted wholeness of my memory of it, but I remember the foot rub. In the midst of extreme fatigue and the heavy weight on my shoulders from being the single director and possibly the only sane one left after that nights […]