December 31, 2021
By Alfred Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
October 4, 2021
We finally played some club chukkas yesterday at the Royal Selangor Polo Club, for the first time after six months of lockdowns. The ponies from KL Academy of Polo went really well, despite the long break. I was very pleased with the ponies, also with Julian Lancia and […]
September 20, 2021
“as if he were trying to escape the smell of her words as if the air from her talking came into his mouth and filled it puffed it up with poison so the brain was put to sleep and he could do nothing with it only react in his flesh.” […]
