. I am no longer an artist. I swear to refrain from creating a “work”, as I regard the instant as more important than the whole. ~ from the Vow of Chastity, DOGME 95 . The rest of the weekend would have been a disappointment, if I had any expectations of it. As it were, …
. Amazing how the days just fly by when you don’t pay attention. What have I been doing? Let’s see: Last Wednesday had me taking Christine around Malacca, simply walking along old narrow streets bordered by Hokkien temples, bohemian cafés and Chinese clan houses guarded by oriental stone lions. I told her these lions may …
. The past couple of days have spent in a frenzy of worthless ambition. Chasing after distractions that only lead me to feeling more disatisfied, more useless. It’s difficult not being able to, not having to work. This time of listless drumming, the restless hours that do not turn, the me that seeks something that …
. Writing itself is always bad enough, but writing about writing is surely worse, in the futility department. ~ Margaret Atwood . Conventional wisdom says that you know you are a writer if you wake up in the morning thinking about nothing else. I don’t have that. If I did, maybe I’d be churning out …
. I’m bored. Really, that’s the only way to explain why I’m doing this. (Again.) I haven’t blogged for a while now. Back then, I just felt I had nothing left to say, and of course, I was starting to get real busy with my MBA. Well, I’ve completed my studies now and I did …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
