Of course, she did not know about it.
She planted a orange kiss on his left cheek, with her pointed nose pushing against his brows.
She squat down for him to do the scarf around her neck.
The scarf wrapped her neck, gently and it felt translucent, the way light silk should feel.
She slipped her long slit fingers underneath and was relieved to find the gold necklace still in place.
Yes, the rough gold necklace, so heavy and tyranic, always soring her neck.
As it gritted her skin, it settled down between her flesh and grew onto her.
There is no blood, nor signs of pain.
It looked perfectly right, and she never let a groan of pain spill out of her body.
She looked at him again, and yearns for a chance to see herself through his eyes.
She must be looking gorgeous in that blue little things planted upon his face, she thought.
Those blue things, she used to think they are made of glass, filled with milk and holds another glass ball within it, which holds a slash of the ocean's meat.
She thinks her grandfather had poured chinese calligraphy ink into her glass balls by accident.
She always thought she is sick and bound to die soon as her skin is stale yellow.
She loves it when he brushes his fair white skin against her, she can almost feel her skin lighter and smoother everytime after it.
There is always millions of thoughts running through her jaded brain which never sleeps, but at this moment, the brain rests peacefully. Blank is her mind.
Her mind is at such unusual ease that she thinks she's going to die out soon.
The wind blows against her.
She only feels the warmth of his hand and the chill of the wind.
The wind caught her scarf.
She tried to hold the scarf but her fingers got caught in her tangled black hair.

Her scarf, melted into the wind, and gave the withered petals a ride to the sea.

2ND BATCH OF 35MM FILM using UNDERWATER CAM is OUT

JUST GOT BACK A ROLL OF 35MM FILM.

CITYMAID_01


shewalks aroundthecity

andtidys itup




herway.

deterence.
thisgirl.is.watching.you

civildefense.
girlsavesoverweightbird

andkeeps.itbackinto.HER.NEST

THAILAND.late

手机里的照片 大剥光！

MEINU.J's.BIRTHDAY.TAIL.@.BOAT.QUAY







SALON.BABYMATTY MEETS KITTY

[don't worry, salon is not strangled. she's standing on mat's hand. haha]



I.LOVE.PARTY.HAT.PARTY

WE.LOVE.MEINU.Y


MEINU.Y.&.MEINU.K
SOMEWHERE.SOMETIME.IN.MY.HANDPHONE




K.&.M.ARE.VIGILANT.SHOPPERS.
SALE.ALERT.ON
UPTIGHT!


K.@.JAPAN

超。可。爱。的。迷。你。薯。片！
超。可。爱。的。迷。你。TOAST!



MINI.FASHION
PORTRAIT.OF.MEINU.Y.J.K.C
4BB.@.REDANG.RESORT.ROOM


K.LOVES.SUMMER.MORE.MORE.TEA
BUT.K.HOPES.SHE.NEVER.WENT.TO.THE.SET
他。们。尽。量。反。制
但。K。眼。里。的.MORE.MORE.TEA.INN

面。目。全。非

算了啦。
有美女在，
什么都好像特别有趣！
hor?

IN LOVING MEMORY OF 小垃圾

This whole month had been a reminder, not a gentle one, of a violent truth of how fragile life is.

life is very fragile.

it sat there, stinking of urine, shit and garbage.
it sat there in that stinky cardboard box, gazing at the sky, observing the clouds.
it gazes dreamily, as if looking at a breathtaking scenery.

Meow~ i approached, and it turned it's head towards me.
Eow~ it meowed incompletely.
2 weeks, my guess is its 2 weeks old.
14days on earth and never full.
it felt unlike a kitten, it's not only scorny, the fur, is hard from rain and all its waste and mud.
it crawled hungrily onto me and gulped down a whole serving of milk.
i tried to clean it up a little but to no avail, its really filthy.
this littlepiece of garbage slept on my palm.
i wrapped it with a clean piece of cloth and left for school.

we returned and brought it up to andy's and gave it 4rounds of good scrub.
the waste water that flowed down from its tiny body is brown.
the little piece of garbage has a lump on its back and a little bald patch on its forehead.
we blew it dry with the hair dryer.
it got too tired for milk.
it slept in the bed i made for it in my shoe.
then it slept in the bed we made it in a new cardboard box.
we woke it up to feed it milk but it was too tired for any.
it slept.

next day morning the boys tried to feed it but to no avail.
it was getting real weak.
i rushed it down to the vet.
contacted and agreed to met its adopting family there at the vet.
it woke up.
growled and looked at me.
hugged my finger to sleep while we were sitting at the bus stop waiting for the vet to opet in 15minutes.
it opened its eyes. and gazed at me. the way it gazed at the sky.
no. not right. paws felt icy cold.
eyes still open.
no.not right. not responding.
carried it up. totally no control of limbs.
no. not right. no more pants.
shook it hard and slapped it hard.
no. not right. no reaction. eyes still open, as if still gazing at me.
no. not right.
dead.

i stroked it on its forehead the way i always do to close the eyes of cats.
the eyes wouldn't close, but a drop of tear flowed out and emptied it's teary eyes.

life
is
fragile
.



[took on the corridor by the steps where I found it. after gulping down the milk.]
As we stand by the side and witness how fragile life is, we tell ourselves that we gotta be strong.
This is so ironic as we ourselves, are feeding on this fragile piece of life given to us as well.
I guess we just have to shake off the mindset that we are destined to be the luckier ones blessed with food, shelter and warmth and humbly bow to the fragility of life. I guess only the real sense of probability of death and sufferings can lead a man to reckon that all power beseeched upon mankind exists momentarily and the real joy of life come from cherishing.

This little piece of garbage leeched onto every bit of life beseeched upon it's scorny body and gazed the sky with awe. There is pleasure and magic at every corner of earth and it's up to us to gaze at it with the eyes of little garbage or to mourn over our withering petals.