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 …
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, …
I have only one birthday wish Today as I turn thirty-three The same as last year’s, this one wish And next year’s and the next, you see Not that it hasn’t been granted It has, and it’s all I wanted Come what may, it will still be true: All I ever wanted was you.
We brave the crowds. Last minute shopping for Chinese New Year. An entire box of premium mandarin oranges. Rows of assorted canned mollusc flesh – limpets, clams and abalone. I consider a multi-coloured package of ready-to-go yee sang but you shake your head. Fresh only, you say. I nod in agreement though secretly I wonder …
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, …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
