The film comes to an end. I ask you if you liked it and you nod. We got off the sofa, cushions falling back onto the impressions our resting bodies had left. I turn the TV off and disconnect my laptop as you turn on the eyes. Are you hungry? I ask and you nod. …
We are driving along the highway from Skudai towards the city centre of Johor Bahru, away from the golf resort and heading towards your childhood favourite breakfast of chee cheong fun (and now mine). There are so many trees on either side of us – palm trees that I recognise and many others that I …
You frown at me. Another bruise. Why are you so clumsy? you ask me. Why do you keep knocking into stuff and hurting yourself in your own home? I have no answer. I do not know. The furniture are where they always have been – the chairs and the table and the bookcases. I have …
I’m sitting in yet another Starbucks café, after asking the guy who was already at the table, if I could take the seat opposite him. He had nodded sure, wordlessly. There are other tables, of course, with extra chairs no one bothers to ask for. We tend to avoid strangers, don’t we? Why, I wonder. …
It isn’t dawn yet, not quite. I open my eyes, hop out of bed. (The strange new/old bed in my parents’ house, no longer my home, not really – I have outgrown it.) I brush my teeth, quickly, furiously. Shower, dress, grab my bags. No need for breakfast, I will grab it on the way, …
Today is yet another day with which we have ample opportunities to do good. I shall endeavour to be mindful of how I fill my day today. I wake up early and make the bed while you get dressed. I am working from home today, but I play chauffeur and drive you to your office. …
When you laugh in bed Reading your Chinese fantasy novel Giggling like a little girl Deep under our quilt you curl I think of what I could have instead Nothing could be better than this in the world. When you touch me in your sleep Your hand on my shoulder Grabbing me, rousing me …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.