We can’t do this any more. We can’t keep going on like this.
It was fun while it lasted. Those are harsh words but true. How many times have you heard it before, from past admirers? How many times have I said this myself, to so many others?
It was fun while it lasted. Except, that’s not true. …
The Italians say that he must have a long spoon that sups with the devil.
Be wary, be canny, when you deal with someone of dubious character. Sound advice, this. But when you are dealing with this devil — the Devil Wears Prada, and none other — perhaps the most dangerous exchange would be the credit card …
We are proud to present the last post of Life for Beginners… for 2009.
Showcasing the Amazing DSLR Photography of A Lil Fat Monkey, Royally Appointed BFF of H.R.H. Queen DSLR, and
Featuring the Culinary & Baking Gymnastics of FatBoyBakes, Royally Appointed Tangechi of H.R.H. Queen DSLR.
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It’s almost that time of year. A time for celebration and cheer. …
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Tell you something. The way to a lady’s heart must be through her stomach. The sweetness and the flavours she savour must pass through them irresistible lips, don’t they? Careful when you brush the grease and the cream from them lips, she might bite. And bite oh so nicely.
Still, let me tell you something more. …
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This ought to be about Eid ul-Fitr and how it is a season of seeking forgiveness and forgiving. ‘Īd mubārak, my friends. Let take this time to rejoice for what we have and what we may offer to those who have not.
This ought to be about the food and the feasting and friends. Lemang and lontong. …
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Q: Why did the chicken go for a reading?
A: To have its fortune told.
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It’s like returning to Wonderland, if you were ever Alice, that is. It is not like returning home, for this is not home. Home is a place where I want to be alone, where I am a kingdom of one, or at most …
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It’s Eid ul-Fitr. In Malaysia, this means most of our Muslim friends and colleagues have gone back to their hometowns to celebrate the end of a month of fasting. Cities are emptied out, almost. The roads of Kuala Lumpur are free of traffic; I remember a joke from my school days that one could lie …
