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I’m Sorry, my Skinny Love

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order’s tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different “kind”
I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?

Needing/Getting

I’ve been waiting for months, waiting for years, waiting for you to change.
Aw, but there ain’t much that’s dumber, there ain’t much that’s dumber
than pinning your hopes on a change in another.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good’s that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another.

So I been sitting around, wasting my time,
wondering what you been doing.
Aw, and it ain’t real forgiving, it ain’t real forgiving
sitting here picturing someone else living.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good’s that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another.

I’ve been hoping for months, hoping for years, hoping I might forget.
Aw, but it don’t get much dumber, it don’t get much dumber
than trying to forget a girl when you love her.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good’s that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting gettings another.

When? When? Why not now? Why not me? Why not me?

Thousand Kranes for Kyra

“For my graduation art exhibition in April (tentative date: 20 April), I have to look into an art installation. In the midst of classes, discussions and preparations, Kyra was admitted for her first major surgery. What turned out from her first surgery and a few of days of stay in the hospital, as promised by the neurosurgeon, was a sleepless 10 days episode of 3 surgeries, shuttling from ICU to High Dependency Unit to the regular ward and buckets of strength. As we stayed by her side in the ward, I read up on both the research on the condition and the possibility of a miracle healing. I still believe in the power of a miracle. And this project, ‘Thousand Cranes for Kyra’ is my faith in its power.

It is believed that the crane lives a thousand years and in Japanese literature, it is known that by folding a thousand paper cranes, the mystical crane will grant one’s wish for health or recovery from illness. So for my exhibition, I decided to dedicate 1000 red cranes (Red is Kyra’s favourite color) to my little princess Kyra.

I have already ordered the red papers (1300 pieces of them in 4 different sizes) for this project. I hope you can give us your love and most importantly, your hands in making this wish come true.”

Baby K, I can’t say I’m the closest friend of your parents, but I’ve seen for myself a mother’s pain at watching her child’s suffering.

I’ve seen my own mother’s tears, knowing that her child cannot live a whole and healthy life and it God-damn breaks my heart.

I hope you’ll get better, recover fully and when you’re older, look back and see your mother’s efforts and know that her sincere heart-felt hope touched many hearts.

I hope when you look back at this exhibition of a thousand paper cranes, you will see so many uncles and aunties were rooting for you.

A Thousand Paper Cranes

Like every other person with an internet connection, I check my Facebook feed religiously. Most of the time, it’s cuz that’s how I use to cope with awkward situations.

But I digress.

Anyway, I’ve been receiving a lot of heartbreaking news about friends’ health through Facebook. 

My old poly lecturer has been diagnosed with breast cancer. A close friend’s doctor mentioned that she might have Fatty Liver.

More heartbreaking are my friends’ little ones with health problems. Baby K, who just got out of surgery for neuro-problems. Baby D who will need tubes for this lungs for a good long time. Baby N who just passed away from her heart problems.

I may not be very close to those friends, but I can emphatise with the pain they are going through. I can’t even begin to imagine or comprehend what it must be like to see your child at the brink of death.

Sometimes I wonder, is it because of the parents’ unhealthy lifestyles? Is it just a sad stroke of ill fate? 

That just makes me all the more scared to have a child. How could I live it down if it turned out my child is going to have a hard life medically because of MY choices. How is that fair?

Anyway, as a note to myself: Buy insurance. It’s always better to be safe than sorry. 

Thumb Friends

I’m so glad that in stormy days and sunny days, in emo moments and laughing fits, in broken hearts and broken dreams, I’ll always have my thumb friends.

 

If we ever had the chance, I hope we can work together again. We would be one hell of an agency ❤

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I suppose

That turntables and pizzas
And silken robes and lazy Sundays
Painted white
Shouldn’t captivate me
But with your 52 colour palette,
They do.

The spots of vivid colours
Turn every page vinegrette
And make pale photos
Into high definition film
That remind me that
Such happiness
Can never be replicated
With anyone else.