Sunday, April 17, 2011

5 am

, the sound of my fan accompanies me.
And the sudden loud sneeze from possibly the neighbour made me mistook it for something else.
The sound of a bus, which I recognize, because I took many of them in my lifetime.
I learned of cheekbones
Because my friend pointed out that
Fann Wong has high ones.
I realized I can't see mine
Even when I smile.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

We don't mix
Okay maybe we do
We blend
You blend us
In this mixing bowl
But sometimes
The batter end up