I have just sent out another 30-odd poems to Enoch. Terribly nauseous from correcting my irregular fonts, capitalisations, and arranging the order of the new work. Tedious shit took me 3 hours. Secretly hoping he'll say it's enough.

There's a lunch in 7 hours. Urgh. Holidays were supposed to be fun.

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Filming over my mid-term break weekend was quite a downer. Imagine running around a dilapidated building with its electricity cut, and an abundance of heat and dust. My wardrobe consisted of a shirt, pants and a goddamned TIE. Don't even get me started on the leather shoes ( Read more... )

InvertebratesCatching the last bus tonight ( Read more... )

TempleThe temple gates were shorter ( Read more... )

The KissWhen he finally put ( Read more... )

WorldOn the other side of the world ( Read more... )

Eric's entry will be very strong, I think Qian Xi's entering, and Cy just showed me a very promising teenager. Then you factor in all the unknowables. I'm fucked. The 2005 indignation is still fresh in my memory ( Read more... )

ShowerIn the shower ( Read more... )

白糖糕

“Wah, your eye-bags are damn jialat,”
Chris remarked over pool today.

I smiled, wanting to tell him
insomnia’s incarnate,
was also moonlighting
for my reserve of tears,
stored over many months,

wanting a reason other than cinema
to demonstrate fallibility.

有如童年的白糖糕，
入口排序先咸后甜。

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Ok, GoLet us abandon the Kevlar ( Read more... )