Ding.

The metal door open wide like stiff curtains. …

It was as if he did not have to breathe. That smile in her eyes shone right through, stirring something familiar yet strange from depths he did not know he had.

Her lips moved soundlessly, opening and closing, as if she was saying things that should never surface on the…

Uncle Chin has a boisterous laugh. The kind that you do not take seriously because he does not anyway. His eyes are beady and small, yet round and soft, like an old dog — an aged hound — weary from living yet wanting of love. …

First published on the Artist’s Facebook Page Water Poetry.

Writing this, to begin with, is a surprise. The kind of surprise that took me from the back of the recesses of my mind, from deep down within — my heart perhaps — that I didn’t know it even exists until…

A week ago, my Chinese neighbour gave me a red packet even after I said no.

I thought she was joking at first when she asked me if I would accept her “e-angpow” in place of the “coffee” I ask the audience of my works — my art, my writing…

In light of Dennett’s wonderful diatribe on the shitty fodder that Valentine’s Day can be (for the passive aggression of the vast majority of us, single or not), allow me to spend my two cents here.

Valentine’s Day — a day to love and loathe

Now, I’m not some unique snowflake; but I have been dating for almost 2/3…

It could have started during that Christmas party. I remember that my fingers were tense around the soft lace in my pocket as you smiled at me from across the cramped living room, nervously, like it was Secondary One all over again. …