We look deranged. But dreadfully happy. The second last photo is one of Rui Fen's ecstatic face after making a connection with Ewya. You know. The spirit tree. (It is also the tree on the back of a five dollar bill. Which we climbed and consequently desecrated.)

After a week in sku I have learnt to treasure many things. Places that are not air-conditioned. Tea eggs in quaint yellow bowls. How my pinafore allows me to sit any way I like. Girls. I have not yet gotten used to hearing voices much lower than mine. Though I do think guy asses look nicer in pants than do girls'. (The pants also make their legs look long and endless.)

Today we assembled a fruit basket and trooped over to Yu Jia and Grandpox's estate. Neetika and I frolicked about the playground while Grandpox and Yu Jin sneakily pasted the clue as to where Yu Jia would find us and her present (the fruit basket) on the floor outside her door. But she did not see it and walked right past it. So we literally told her to "Go home." so she would spot it. She did. Then figured out where we were really quickly because of the noise we were making. We screamed in her face because we were shocked and had not expected her to find us so quickly. Epicurious was fun and we retreated to my home. Grandpox was extremely amused everytime she managed to make Khesa jump. I think he needed the exercise.

The Killers are not coming tomorrow. (Killing me softly.) This saddens me deeply. I would make ugly hateful drawings of Brandon but his last name is too.. Pretty and I would not want to deflower Mr Brandon Flowers. I really wanted them to play Bones. And Neon Tiger. And Andy, You're A Star! Though my favourite lyrics (I find it so romantic when you look into my beautiful eyes and lose control.) come from none of those songs.

I usually post my poems on Facebook. But I don't think the person I used to share them with is interested anymore. Also, I don't think I can call this a poem. More a string of events. Make of it what you will. (The title is Liar.)

Someone died who didn't deserve to

a few days ago it doesn't matter I can't remember

when I last saw my cat she's white have you seen her but my body aches I want

so badly to swim and sink to the bottom of the pool

watch my breath escape in bubbles I cannot close my fingers

around them my head hits the floor and as I scratch at the cool tiles

the water feels like gravel and hair beneath my nails

my fringe it's long I cut it

today and as I watched the strands fall

so numerous it occured to me that though names are numerous for the

dishonest what do you call someone

who only speaks the truth?