This is the ending I want, yes--if I'm still I.

i cannot rest, i cannot rest.

my sister and i stood quietly in front of the bed as my grandpa drifted in and out of sleep. he tried, unavailingly, to open his eyes when he felt a corner of his bed sink from the weight of my mum who had decided to sit down, there being no other chairs in the ward, except for the one occupied by my aunt and a wheelchair which all of us felt, ( Read more... )

if i collapse today in a consumptive heap, what would keep of me?

last saturday i visited my grandpa in the hospital. the day before, he was unconscious when my aunt tried to wake him up in the morning. apparently he had stopped breathing in his sleep. it was not the first time this had happened. the past few times he was hospitalized, though, the doctor could not find anything wrong with him and put him ( Read more... )

so the cough has persisted, despite two weeks of medication. i do sense an improvement however. for example, i cough for only about an hour at night, instead of hacking away non-stop until the wee hours of the morning (except when, out of desperation, i wanked again and again and the itch in my throat would cease for the duration of the orgasm ( Read more... )

i saw a cat in the gents licking the underside of the toilet door. i asked my friend, 'why on earth is the cat rimming the door?'

i am a willing friday fool. the weekend wails even as it unfurls; it is failing fast.

i have been communing with the cats in ann siang hill park every day. somewhat afraid of the feline creatures--or for that matter, any non-man--i would keep a safe distance and take photos of them, their heads cocked to one side and surveying me quizzically. my friend assures me that that is a very lesbian thing to do.

i have made up my mind to visit changi beach, to revisit memories unraveling as they are.