The Happy People of Bukit Bintang

Kristen is still away grieving with her cousins and Aunty.  I’m suddenly all on my own, a callow youth of barely 60 summers,  lost in the big steaming megalopolis of KL.  It sometimes makes me feel like this, While at other times it’s more like this, But bless the cotton socks of the Bukit Bintangians. […]

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Grabs & Snatches

Some general recollections before they fade and disappear.  On our first morning in Singers, sitting outside the laundromat drinking coffee with “no sugar” that seemed mysteriously sickeningly sweet,  we saw graffiti in good old Anglo Saxon suggesting that the Police required some rough loving as did the State.  Looking around we noticed the street was […]

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