honey pie, you are driving me frantic

sail across the Atlantic

to where you belong

' ' ' blood oranges ' ' '

' ' ' self-invented 成语 from a fruit uncle, 42 years at the job ' ' '

' ' ' dear papa, i'm on a train ' ' '

' ' ' white capsicums- witches' favourite fruit ' ' '

' ' ' breakfast ' ' '

' ' ' i said i wouldn't buy leather, but for my bunions i did. ' ' '

' ' ' grandmother's worst horror: trusty 5-year old mary-janes, from forest treks to wedding dinners ' ' '

' ' ' the trees in ang mo kio are crying ' ' '

Grandpa's shoes

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She smelt of old roses and he of cigarettes and mint!

grey gray nimbostratus

disappearing heures

the time was left in bomb-ay!

a few nights ago i dreamt that i had to go through a very dark, long passage with just a torch to guide me. i had to do this with esmonde. neither of us knew what the convoluted passage would lead to; it was something we knew had to be done, and we knew there would be terrifying things along the way. we set off; somewhere along the way, he turned into sunil and michelle.

people living in the last kampong in singapore pay $30 for their monthly rent.

there's going to be a rolls royce facility at the seletar air base estate.

Charleston! Charleston! Charleston with me!!!!!!!!!

Swing dresses and loopy hop steps may take over bamboo sticks and knives.

What was Enid's darkest story?

Bob dylan singing scratchily on the record player is the bestest sunday night.

When people of the past had to slowly aim the delicate record player needle on the glossy black surface of a record and stand there for a while listening to the crackly marvellous sounds of it starting and watching the black lovely delicious disc spin with such elegance, they were probably more calm at heart than they would be if they had a grey and white itunes screen organised in boxes and grids. the circle invites a hug, and a mug of chocolate.

'the empty-handed painter from your streets, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets'

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And The BFG exists; he eavesdropped on us that night, right outside my window.

Kya?

When I brought my grandmother to buy a new radio at the electrics shop nearby:

- Uncle, no need plastic bag. Save plastic bag.
- Tsk, take lah
- No lah no need no need. Save the earth.
- (gesturing at my grandmother) This kind of auntie like plastic bag, can use at home, in the kitchen!
- Save the earth!
- They don't care about saving the earth one
- Aiyah!
- What age already. How many years left on earth only.

My grandmother insists that she tries to save electricity for our horrendous bill (she sometimes wakes up at 2am -not exaggerating- to hobble around with shrek face checking if all the lights are switched off), and also that without the use of plastic bags, you simply cannot keep vegetables and meat properly in the fridge! Then in the kampong days how? Aiyah, we buy groceries everyday! My mother-in-law buys it everyday from the market! One day $2, $3! Buy towgay, buy vegetables, buy fish!

Wah, super fresh.