My friends have opened their new café today. It’s named after a Haruki Murakami novel, A Wild Sheep Chase. There is a lustre of the surreal here amidst the minmalism. It’s very Japanese, I guess. Their milk coffee lights up my day: I’ve been looking … Continue readingNo latte art
There was a girl at a café. Her hair an unruly mop; her mom would complain, “Too short!” How will you attract boys? is what her mom meant. The girl didn’t care. She was content to sit in the café and sip her coffee, watching … Continue readingA girl and a boy at a café
Days after my recent wisdom tooth removal, I am finally allowed out of the house today. I’m pretty sure it’s only an excuse for my boy to get some decent coffee though. He cautions me for the umpteenth time: no coffee. Sure, why not? Take … Continue readingSweet potato cheesecake
It’s time to put on a suit and tie again. A corporate life, a nine-to-five. Business or pleasure? (Mostly pain.) To climb and climb, to strive and strive. A suit and tie. A nine-to-five. An honest way to lead a life. Why, then, do I … Continue readingSuits and ties
You sit in the back of the car as I drive and we both make fun of you from the front. Easy banter, lousy jokes, cheap shots. You are rolling your eyes and we know this even without turning around or checking the rear-view mirror. … Continue readingDry
“Here, smell this,” she tells us. We take our little cannisters of hand-roasted coffee beans, unscrew the lids and then take a deep whiff. Heavenly. Then we exchange our cannisters and inhale again. We discuss the differences in flavours, wondering aloud if we even know … Continue readingSmell This