You sing to me when you tell me you’re cooking. It’s not that I’m loath to cook. Far from it. I certainly dish up my fair share of our meals: from my patented miso soup rice to any number of pasta creations. But there’s nothing … Continue readingSalted egg serenade
It’s time for durian again. Some years the durian season is an abundant one. Roadside stalls mushroom overnight. Folks gather, families and gangs of friends, to feast together. Some years the durian season is a poorer thing. The rains came too early, the fruits fell … Continue readingOur dreams are full
It comes and it goes. Sometimes we are full of energy and verve, ready for whatever comes our way. Projects to launch and complete. Races to run. Mountains to scale. Sometimes we are simply drained, ready to collapse. Projects are fantasies. Races are for others … Continue readingCroissants don’t have to be croissants
The lights cut. The world collapse into darkness, a split second apocalypse. Or, you know, a blackout. Haven’t had one of these in ages. As my eyes adjust, I observe emergency lights across the garden illuminating the stairwells of the opposite block. The hum of … Continue readingCandlelight
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