fOr yOu.

fOr yOu.

a whole plate of chilli.

a pair of toners and a dollar coin all the way from rifle range to my house.

chicken rice from my favourite stall, my desired dessert from Big O and even a considerate thought of having a balanced meal -- a piece of sliced honeydew with prune powder.

BK brekkie brought right to my doorstep.

MacDonald's supper in my face when i opened the door, hugging my bolbol (which embarrassed me because leo was there too and i was in my, errrrr, pyjamas). not to forget a special order of filet without tartar sauce. (i hate tartar sauce)

occasional outlets of my anger, big rough hands that wiped away my countless tears, the spongebob face that you now ceased to make, your legs where i stuck my mucus on, your face where i squeezed blackheads out of, your shin where i gave you a hard kick out of exasperation, frustration and anger.

i remember all, my donkey.

hugs.