November:

 创意如何减少垃圾 each festival we relish, leaves mountains of litter. 

Change. Work, think, solve, repeat.

Different spices from different cultures. Kopitiam curry meets fujian noodle 

Cumin cardamom caraway 

We live in a bowl filled with spices.

3 kinds of spices

Aromatic spice

Add layer aroma, help aroma, deflate 辛味

Personalities in each spices. Multiple roles, following different cultures and recipes to shapeshifter its purpose but it still has its base, 

pulling in all flavour, into a heat explosion, understand their temper and delivery, their religion, their thousands of faces in each logic of language, speak life 

Grab its tongue of tradition and pull out creation. 拆解 组合 创作 I cannot forget my roots.

When you see me in a bad state, just know that it is when I am feeling really really painful inside. 

But you don’t have to say anything, no. regelated

All you need to do is to hug mom tightly.

As I finished speaking, my daughter came and hugged my tightly.

And my tears flowed.

Everyday I wake, I have one more day to live

I have one less day to live.

Darkness pries apart your lips and teeth, forcing himself into your mouth. He is cold, dirty, oily, and he swallows you inside out.

I open my mouth and Light pools in, its curling heat filling me whole. 

A painfully pure clarity clears my head, and my hidden cracks shine.

short story on determinism, and a false hope that is no more than a trapping in the end

when i was young, my father asked me if i thought the world was fair. I said no. he said why not? I said, if the world is fair, 

Who do you want to marry when you grow up? Dad said. 
I will marry your mother.

Why? asked dad, shocked.

Because I am a fair person.

How is that fair?

Because you married my mother, I will marry your mother. That way, it will be fair.