CY@CY Says Welcome to my dreamscape. Where a Lim is also a Ling.

Watching films for free In the town’s Eastern Theatre Childhood Bintangor.

Montreal in winter At minus thirty degrees My hair stiff with ice.

Received a caning Witnessed by the entire school My whole world crumbled.

Life in the boys’ hostels Enforced camaraderie College memories.

Born in a small town With mostly Foochow people I became a Ling.

A cosy cafe Coffee with scrumptious cookies Me and my friend Lan.

The room goes stark dark A power outage again The old woman sighs.

Questions about life Seeking the evasive truth Resignation reigns.

In the drifting snow I shivered on my way home But not my real home.

The temperature dropped Radiator malfunctioning I longed for summer.