Ants Summer’s here. The days are long and ripe for seekers of pleasure and pandemonium. Dionysus sells his fruits cheaply, offers you your own desires disguised as sage advice: Drink, eat and make merry. Play while the sun is still out. Have fun. It’s tempting, I tell you. Yet as I lift …
. The cello grunts, swallows its own weeping and then the cymbals, the chimes begin their bittersweet tinkling. Set the mood, my love, set the dinner table: would that this be the hour of our estate, would you fill me with the truth instead of tender fables, my lips against yours, my mouth overflows with …
. Edinburgh. Broadway. Stratford-upon-Avon. London. Bath. The Lake District. And back to Kuala Lumpur in about two weeks. My longest vacation in 2009 (thus far) and what a break it was from the ho-hum of my daily nine-to-five routine. (And just when I needed it, too.) Still, it’ll be awhile yet before I muster enough …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.