She 3

She tiptoed to the palm tree
that felt the lack of rain
to water it with coffee
before sipping a sip again.

想你 2

那一天， 我在巴士转换站看见了你。
你穿着你的那件 "favourite jeans" 和一件我从没见过的t-shirt。
是新买的吧？还是朋友送的？

Friday Night

He is spending this cheerless Friday night alone on the sofa that belongs to a stranger. He fixes his gaze upon his black leather shoes that stand neatly against the white wooden door. He is not wondering about anything. His mind is completely blank. Soon, he will fall asleep and grind his teeth. And then, he will dream about the blossoming jasmine bush from his childhood before waking up and remembering it and missing his grandmother very much.

想你

这几晚都睡得不好。
脑子里的影子，其中有你。
偶而会很想要联络一下，问声：“最近还好吗？”
但也许遗憾也是一种回味。
在睡不着觉的夜晚上，至少还会有你。

Past Times

I used to lie down
and enjoy doing nothing
but watch the fan spin.

Coffee and love.

Her favourite kind of coffee is the type at the kopitiam, with enough milk, and enough sugar... well, generally sweet enough, and milky enough. She likes the smell, or aroma, and the lingering taste in her mouth, or the robust lingering taste in her mouth. She knows they say that true coffee drinkers like their expressos properly. but maybe nobody has showed her how. her second favourite kind of coffee is cafe latte at the higher class kopitiams with angmohmias. which are generally milky enough, and she'll have to make it sweet enough too, by adding the sugar syrup, which can be difficult.

She thinks that if it's true when they say that love is like a cup of coffee (yes, people say that) then it's cute that she likes it the way she likes it, even if it's not really the way it's supposed to be liked.

I thought you belonged to me.

Saw the pyramids along the Nile,
Watched the sun rise on a tropic isle...
Just remember darling,
All the while you belonged to me...

Kid

Everybody was concerned about Kid when he was young. He used to sit there, harmlessly, lonelily.
Eventually, luckily, everything straightened out alright.
Kid wanted me to tell you that he believes in you.
Take care.

Got milk?

It's not a nice feeling to be hungry at night and long for a long tall glass of milk. It is a nice feeling to drink cold milk from a simple clean glass. It is a nice feeling to see the remains of the milk of trickling back down into the glass as you gulp the last gulp.

Aye, of the simple pleasures in life.
Still, it's not a nice feeling to be hungry at night and long for a long tall glass of milk.

The past...

The past bloomed and withered.
The present is blooming and withering.
The future shall bloom and wither.