You are Venus and I am Mars. Is it true, then, those who love must be at war? These aren’t tantrums, this isn’t combat — we have no battle wounds but I fear it all scars just the same. We’re only human, after all. Some joke delivered poorly, some shift in the wind, and …
“Fresh” by Rodolfo Clix 3: “I do.” Place: In a taxi, on the way to the Kuala Lumpur International Airport Date/Time: Friday, 4 April 2008, 5:57pm Objective: Seeing The Devil Wears Prada off to Melbourne & Sydney. The taxi driver is talking on his hands-free headset, in a world of his own, yet managing to …
Part I. Arrivals . I love airports. They are the nexus between worlds, the centres where ley-lines of travel and commerce meet. (Whyfore then do we have ‘business’ class and ‘economy’ class if not for this? Money travels exceptionally well.) Airports are also a waiting place, for us to renew friendships and family ties. …
. There are months in which we love, and months in which we are loved. They say February is a time for romance, for flames and flames renewed. A time for hearts, roses, dark chocolates and other empty symbols. They say April is a season of fools, and when fools make love, even order is …
Sigur Rós by James Jean How do I know that you are the One? I see around me couples who have been together for years, some married with mortgages and kids, some who run businesses together; others separated by distance due to dilemmas of work or visas, yet knowing that this distance, this separation, is …
Now is the time for reflections, they say. An entire year’s worth, it seems, is now open to investigation and incisive analysis. Twelve months of folly and foibles, work and worries, play and penance, all coming under the penetrating glare of a single eye, a kind one, I pray. Let’s sit down first, and get …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
