It’s almost Chinese New Year, you say. We haven’t bought anything. We’ve got time, I say, no rush. It’s at least two, three weeks away. Right? You consider this. I see you doing mental calculations in your head, something I’ve never been really good at. No, you say, we don’t have two to three weeks. …
I am walking along Orchard Road, heavy with a blanket of artificial lights, and the gaudiness, the gawkiness of it all is deeply depressing. Hordes of Singaporeans running around for their last minute Christmas shopping, terse and tense. It’s warm, of course, humid and unhealthy. Christmas, I guess, hasn’t been one of my favourite times …
We let the alarm ring a few beats longer than normal before hitting the button to kill the noise. Too early surely for waking? We would have turned and slip right back into slumber had we not remembered: Pork noodles. Joan promised us pork noodles, some real good eating if we got up early enough. …
“You used to be more patient on the road,” you tell me. I nod, knowing that another traffic tirade is coming up, and since there’s no avoiding it, like the class teacher’s cane when one has been found guilty of a misdemeanour in primary school, one might as well take one’s punishment. “It used to …
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. …
The road is long. We drive for miles, taking turns. I will take the first shift, taking us away from the centre of the capital, away from the twin towers and constructions of concrete and of steel, all the dust that gathers. We leave at the stroke of six in the evening, always on a …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
