Published in 1999, Lim Hui Min's rather thin volume and only poetry collection, is a rare treasure hidden in the sea of library books. Dipping in synesthesia, where everything can be interpreted in colours, Hui Ming was lyrical, genuine, and even funny in her take on the small details of everyday, from her friends, colleagues, boss, to her personal thoughts. A thoroughly enjoyable read.
P.S.: The cover is a rather abstract landscape by the late Chua Ek Kay (21 November 1947 – 8 February 2008), who actually used Chinese ink on paper, far beyond what I expected. Though I am no artist, it looks somehow like western art to me.