. Gong Xi Fa Cai! 新年快乐 Xīn Nián Kuài Lè! Chúc mừng năm mới! Gung Hei Faat Choy! And of course, the good ol’ “Happy Chinese New Year!” . Now I would normally end this post with these greetings, but it felt right for once to begin where we should begin. To greet everyone with …
. I turn 30 today. It’s not what I expected it to be, truth be told. My friends, they keep telling me that a man’s life only truly begins at thirty. Everything before that is just practice, some form of testosterone-fuelled dress rehearsal. Which means I probably missed out on mine, for I didn’t spend …
. They say you can’t turn back time. Maybe they are right. But as my thirtieth birthday approaches, I can’t help but feel nostalgic. I wonder if things had changed much. Take my last birthday for example. I had just turned 29. Am I a very different person now, almost a year later? Am I …
. There once was a man from Singapore Whose hometown was really New Johore His smile was pretty His buns were meaty And he spent ages on what he wore. . One fine Sunday he went to Bangsar But was too early for the bazaar So he sat and sat Till his bum was flat …
. Tick tock. Tick. Tock. Seconds pass, then minutes. Hours turn into days and before we know it, almost half of January is gone already. Am I still in the festive mood, what with Christmas and New Year’s Eve still fresh in my mind and still we have the Chinese New Year to beckon with. …
. Gods and Children Sex. Gods. Demons. Death. Angels. We are kids again. Ice-cream. Fantasies. Treasure islands. What dreams do we wake up from? Sunday morning. You could hear a not-quite silence filling the air. Most folks are still sleeping, it’s the weekend after all. Some of us are stirring though. Some of us had …
. “How very queer,” said Mrs. Duck to Mr. Bunny. “I thought Snow White was a myth. A Fairy Tale. Something old drakes would tell the young ducklings. Whoever heard of a princess spending her buoyant and bosomy hours with seven swarthy, sweaty dwarves in a cave dark and dank? Unthinkable. Scandalous.” “Well,” replied Mr. …
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