Last week, I had the pleasure of listening to a Toastmaster speak about death. It was not exactly the sort of topic one normally expects at ...
On Carrying Things...
Mid-year always feels like a strange kind of silence. Not quiet, exactly. More like noise that has lost its urgency. June arrives and peop...
It is meant to be, or NOT!
I used to hate the phrase “dah takdir.” It always arrived too early in the sentence, like someone closing a door before you’ve even trie...
A World Without _______________________
The radio has been unusually dramatic lately. Not the sort of dramatic that comes from celebrity scandals or politicians trading carefully r...
That Un-winnable Battle
The nasi lemak stall was winning. I knew it. My waistline knew it. My doctor would probably have known it too if he had been standing there ...