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The Christmas decorations are already out. Bright, shiny baubles. Everywhere, just about. Half-constructed giant plastic trees in the malls (green, gold or silver), billboards or buntings that remind you it’s that time of the year again and sales abound, the economy be damned. Rock bottom prices, how could you not buy, buy, buy? Grab these …
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There, your back, it’s turned to me. That’s as far as you seem to be. You walk, you pause, you stop in your tracks. The steps you take bring us close, take me back. The red days of then, when all was new. Nothing was certain, what was true. The past undulates, the hours gone …
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“There’s only one sun,” he says.
She nods her head, not catching his meaning nor caring much either. It is enough that she is kind and patient. These sorts give up after a while and move on, further down the bar where it may be easier to land a catch, and sure enough, they often do. You …
November 26, 2008 – 8:48 am
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By Kenny Mah
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Posted in Arts, Design, Food, Friends, Life, Love, Malaysia, Photography, Reviews, Stories
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Tagged lady, shanghai, wine
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Eighteen. I was eighteen and my first published story ever stared back at me from the pages of the paper. Actual newsprint where nothing but an idea existed only weeks before. These words were mine, and they were in the paper, for all to see. I was public, truly for the first time, my full …
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Secawan kopi
Setiap pagi
Senyuman gadis
Begitu manis
A cup of java
Each and ev’ry morn
A smile from the Diva
Is sweetly borne.
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And so. My best friend, she loves her coffee in the a.m. I love this picture I took of her.
Have a strongly caffeinated Monday, everybody!
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“Little Red, Little Red, open the door and let me come in.”
Who does he think I am, a silly piglet waiting for the slaughter? Nay, I would not be that foolhardy. I know what men are like. Animals. Sweet words drip like honey from stolen combs; there’ll be a price to pay later all right. Thieves …
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There is a song you won’t sing. It’s the punch that takes you out for good. When you land and you won’t get up again. Fall and remain Fallen. You don’t get to rise. You ain’t no angel, no Venus. When the lights finally go out, you’re left with no more time for doubts or …
