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

The storm is over Fallen flowers on the ground Corpses of the storm  

I read Message From An Unknown Chinese Mother by Xinran quite a long while back and the stories of loss and love have stuck in my mind. Some very traditional Chinese believe that, as Xinran puts it, “you do not count as a human being unless you have a son” to carry on the family line. This was severely intensified ...

The man disappears Into the misty forest Quickly I retreat  

Life can be so strange One day you are the hunter The next the hunted  

Dear Almighty God I am hungry like the wolf Send some food my way  

The little girl blows Dandelion seeds scatter The joy of childhood  

When you are in a restaurant, take a look around you. You will see that the majority of people are bent forward towards the glow of their smartphones. Whatever is streaming on their phones is so engrossing that they seem to be in some sort of hypnotic trance, ignoring the people around them. Conversations at dinner table are limited to ...

Two birds in midair Like lovers in a tango Then the music stopped  

When my sons were still kids, they loved Pokemon. Pokemon ‘Pocket Monsters’ took the world by storm in 1995, spawning a generation of kids who were hooked by the game on GameBoys and Nintendo game consoles. Fast forward to Pokémon Go just released this month in many regions around the world but it is not available in Malaysia yet. It ...

Like an old record Broken and spinning non-stop Windmills of your mind