January 13, 2004
A poem for LingLing
Tina was talking about a little niece of hers.
LingLing is three years old. It seems she is very naughty and she keeps fighting with everyone. If you scold her, she will beat you. I like LingLing already. Here is a poem for her.
Some one bring bring,
to me LingLing.
Heard she is feisty,
I like kids nasty.
Sometimes, it is good to tell a lie
I am in my favourite cafe in Shamian Dao. They have tables out in the open, right next to the river. I often end up here reading, writing, or just
We were playing Wargames
When I was a kid, for a couple of years, I lived in Jaipur. There used to be this empty plot at the corner of my block. Some legal trouble had