Chinese writers are obsessed with showing off their sexual prowess. The latest is the Nobel Prize winner, One Man’s Bible, pages and pages of his exploits with women in various beds. It seems that a Chinese ant-Mao writer must not only show his eloquently stated anti-Mao credentials but must tell of his hot sex life to get the Nobel Prize.
The Johore Sultan has just died. I used to visit his father when was living in Singapore and later when I visited for polo. He was a very kind man, absolutely without malice. His son was always respectful when speaking to me and called me “uncle” He was rather erratic (born like that) but kind hearted like the father. He was a great friend of Tony Wee of Singapore, once a boxer and a DPP.
The oriel is back gurgling his deep whistle on the old rambuttan tree.
I would recommend looking at the amusing blog cheeseburgerbuddha.blogspot.com run by a journalist artist, a very entertaining fellow who has been all over the world.
The former minister Ghazali Shafie’s orbituary in the papers do not mention that he was in the British secret service then became head of Malaysia’s MI5. Amateur pilots were suspicious of his version of the air crash in 1982 which killed the co-pilot but which he survived. He was the one who changed the treatment of political detainees after arrest. Instead of being just asked to accompany the detectives the lock up, political detainees were handcuffed and even blindfolded as if they Viet-cong. And they were not even given water to drink for a long time after arrest
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Bulgarians never smile
13 January 2010
I told Peter about the Bulgarian restaurant, the complaint that the woman never smiled. Though beautifully redone in wood we avoided the place. Oh! Peter said, Bulgarians never smile. I once asked the manager of the Bulgarian airline why their air hostesses never smiled. What is there to smile at? He asked. So in we went to this restaurant and the woman actually came up to Peter and smiled. Yiong got hold of a booklet from her desk and it was full of jokes about Bulgarian stinginess. Substitute “Penang” and it could have been all about Penangites!
We were at Kroh late one night with a group of enthusiastic visitors I had brought to Betong and were looking for a place to eat - it was past 10 om and surprise. surprise, a Malay woman directed us to a Chinese coffee shop at the corner
unsmiling bulgarians
I have in the car Divakaruni’s Palace of Illusions which I read whenever I wait for KH in the car. I thought it highly entertaining and thought the kings and gods in her story were surely from Indian legends. Now I have received the Penguin Mahabharata and discover that hers is a very ingenious version of a story simply told of the Mahabharata but through the eyes of Draupadi, the doomed princess and very feminine.
At Telok Bahang at a restaurant the owner said to me dont come this way Thursday to Sunday the traffic jam sometimes stretches back as far as here. She complained the place was now full of gangsters and illegal structures.
I told Peter about the Bulgarian restaurant, the complaint that the woman never smiled. Though beautifully redone in wood we avoided the place. Oh! Peter said, Bulgarians never smile. I once asked the manager of the Bulgarian airline why their air hostesses never smiled. What is there to smile at? He asked. So in we went to this restaurant and the woman actually came up to Peter and smiled. Yiong got hold of a booklet from her desk and it was full of jokes about Bulgarian stinginess. Substitute “Penang” and it could have been all about Penangites!
We were at Kroh late one night with a group of enthusiastic visitors I had brought to Betong and were looking for a place to eat - it was past 10 om and surprise. surprise, a Malay woman directed us to a Chinese coffee shop at the corner
unsmiling bulgarians
I have in the car Divakaruni’s Palace of Illusions which I read whenever I wait for KH in the car. I thought it highly entertaining and thought the kings and gods in her story were surely from Indian legends. Now I have received the Penguin Mahabharata and discover that hers is a very ingenious version of a story simply told of the Mahabharata but through the eyes of Draupadi, the doomed princess and very feminine.
At Telok Bahang at a restaurant the owner said to me dont come this way Thursday to Sunday the traffic jam sometimes stretches back as far as here. She complained the place was now full of gangsters and illegal structures.
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