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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!”
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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 Have yourself a jolly good year …
Monthly Archives: January 2009
Oxtentatiously Oxpicious
30
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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 my childhood knee-deep …
Before I Get Old
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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 happier, …
There Once Was A Man…
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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.
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One fine Sunday he went to Bangsar
But was too early for the bazaar
So he sat and sat
Till his bum was flat
And bouncers kicked him out of the bar.
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There once was a man from …
Clock
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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.
And my thirtieth birthday …
Gods and Children
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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 woken for hours …
Celebration!
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“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. Bunny, …


