I tell you I am back in Malacca. Hometown for the holidays. Reunion dinner. Chinese New Year. The whole works. I tell you it’s depressing to be back, really. My parents have sold their old house, the site of my childhood, and bought a new place. A sensible move, a smaller house for their use, …
You’d be the one to know, to say Whether it was night or it was day When we first met, our first date Before the stars aligned the stakes The Paul + Smith kissing each cuff Of your sleeves, a sign from above Your lips keep moving, your careful speech You are as nervous as …
Paradise is a pair of eyes that holds your gaze even when you are not looking, suffused with that unknowable, unholdable emotion – that fountain of emotion and hopes and dreams and fear and desire that is more than just feelings – captured in a moment that cannot be captured, a miracle that can only …
Water runs deep You tell me you cannot sleep It must be the barley drink That I boiled today We drank too much before bed Now we keep getting up From our sleepless state To the loo, to urinate Back to the bed we sink Your arms across mine they lay Till yet again we …
It’s you. It’s you that the years have tasked me to uncover It’s you that my dreams have asked me recover It’s you that birds are singing so sweetly of It’s you that heady fragrance arrests, a-waft It’s you the night comes ‘neath the sheets to play It’s you the knight who shall …
This is not a love song. Not just one, anyway. These are love songs. Some bitter, some sweet. Some sad, some naïve. Full of sorrow and full of teeth. These love songs bite, no matter how innocent they may seem. You have lived through them too, you know you have. Listen… I don’t …
It’s Monday and it’s a public holiday. Good reason to sleep in. You get up earlier than me, eager to check your opponent’s latest move on Lexulous. I tell you to give me another ten minutes and I continue to snooze. Ten minutes later, I hear your voice asking me whether I threw out the …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.