Oh my memory

I remembered to put on the lashes
I remembered to put on the watch
I remembered to put on the perfume
That smells like wildflower
With sugar
But I did not remember to put on my farming gloves
and pull the weeds in my garden
Oh, no wonder the flowers never bloomed

Taken in The Jungle Room, Bali.

Bon Appétit

Am I a cherry cake
hamburger steak?
buttermilk pancake?
or avocado milkshake?

Am I fried fish fillet?
creme brûlée?
lemon souffle?
or grilled sting ray?

Taken in the virgin forests, 10km out of Beijing.


The sun shines.
I open my eyes.
Threw on Urban Decay
Sashay —
streets morph into a giant runway

It’s lunch time.
Only salad, okay?
No chocolate souffle (or fried fish fillet)
Small bites, honey
Don’t play no gourmet
A bite too big and your new name’s manta ray

It’s the evening chime.
Sipping red wine
But not too much or your waistline may go astray
Hey, not too much
else you’ll be a prey
Or are you already one?
All that hearsay.

The sun shines.
I open my eyes.


Taken in Canggu, Bali.

Mind oh mine

They say a gun is deadly.
But no it is not –
Compared to a thought.

Guns give you the opportunity,
but a thought pulls the trigger.

What are you thinking in your head?

Taken in Banjaran Hot Springs, Ipoh.

Different shades of nude

You’re right. I am eroded rock walls stained with water. I can cut, but I also reflect.

Snapped in 2.5 million year old limestone caves, Ipoh.