Everyone woke up post-noon today, of course. A lunch invitation from Marco helped things immensely, not that we had hangovers, but it helped immensely anyway. Good lunch, conversation and music. While Mike Stone (will call him Useless McGyver from now on, something from his nefarious childhood, I hear) drew, the rest played “Slap!” Despite Sarah’s …
I have grown really close to the Italians and Americans in our group (as open, warm and loud as any decent Malaysian!) during these exhilirating days; I call them “The Family”. We spend tons of time together: hanging out, chatting, cooking giant meals, everything. One of the Italians, Manuel (he is just 3 days younger …
The biggest thing I could tell my friends back home would of course be the Oktoberfest. Yes, the great annual excuse for the Germans to drink even more than they normally do, which is quite a lot already! And I must stress that I mean that they drink more, and not necessarily get more drunk, …
I do miss Malaysia. Where I knew just about how everything worked. And I had it all at the tips of my fingers. Where I have family and friends and, yes, my prized possessions. Incredible how simple things like local TV programs, movies, music, even hawker food, can matter so much. My room… Sigh. Which, …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
