family fun

this is my family in shanghai, having our home cooked japanese curry
with beef cutlet.

jes, me and ronald

sam, amy & food + 3Y (S$0.60) bubble tea,
yummy as ever!

then there is family mahjong after dinner just like at home in
singapore. but here there's ronald serenading the 4 girls with
one-note-at-a-time a-ma-zing gr-ace.
kenny, look what ure missing!

ok, this isn't family, it was amy taking us being real serious abt our dinner
ronald, obviously more sleepy from all the babyface,attica,g-plus
and guandii clubbing on weeknights.

reminded

solace is found in a cubicle
encaved in four walls
our thoughts are forced to resound
and bounce around
reminding, sometimes awakening
our dormant minds made stale
and mundane by a box of
meaningless utterings.

but awakening is frightful
and sudden, and
catches you unfound
while we're trapped in the
cubicle, screaming mute
no way out.

杭州

with kenny & ronald at 上海南站 where some ppl don't buy tickets

sneak into the train and try to take your seat

at 西湖with yen san,shanjin,sam & carolyn

forgot the street name, but it was touristy

雷锋塔where 白蛇卷was set

i enjoyed just being there cuz i remember the show

with 张曼玉and 林青霞 when i was a kid

and i wanted to be 小青- the green snake

the whole gang on top of 雷锋塔

finally, photos...

opposite the bund

shanjin,me & steven

at cabler with the kids & friends where the lady was terrible at taking photos. only this one had half amy, the rest didnt have amy at all and she was sitting RIGHT next to sam

on the way to 东台路antique street with the kids

ronald & kenny's linkin park cd cover idea

amy & i spoiling it for them

hiding in the cab in case the police catches for squeezing 5 ppl in

and amy is afraid of the paparazzi

jes & i eating 小笼包 and 葱油面 on the day that the 5 of us

ate 48 粒小笼包 and 1 bowl of 葱油面each

don't know what ronald was doing with this naked man postcard

but we were at 莫干山, it was some warehouse turn art gallery place

where i saw 王兴平's work, dad!

look mom, i cook!

this is, of course clara's kitchen so that it looks more jamie oliverish

rather than my lat zat kitchen cum living room

(photo courtesy of jes)

pasta with minestrone soup and fried rice!

on different days of course

of babies,bears and cows

on a lighter note, madangluers gathered in the girls' room last night,

ronald: would u rather eat a baby or cow's shit?

sam, amy & i: shit la. siao!
(jes was tucked in bed, ignoring our retarded conversation)

me: ok, would u rather eat bear's paws or a baby?

ronald (without hesitation): baby.

sam, amy & i (appalled): WHAT?!

ronald: siala, i don't even know what bear's paws look like.
of course eat the baby la!

the speck

packing up the cakes of lies
disguised in four corners
of a place or thing or person
kept still; it was real

digging for that speck of truth
that was casually included,
magnified to mask its own distortion

now,lost is the lie
in whom all lies lay
rotting her bones her mind eaten alive
by the need to find that place or thing or person
that speck

so surreal