A few weeks ago a friend down in Melbourne had expressed some appreciation for a recent item on the blog. “The Kambodja,” a brief sketch plumbing memories that were set-off by the fall of a large, only half-yellowed leaf of the tree that stood outside the regular Teahouse in old town Johor Bahru. (Kambodja aka frangipani.) Being a jester the reader friend signed off his mail with a crack about the piece being particularly effective for the omission too on this occasion of any mention of a t-shirt.... Well George, being back on billboard tee territory now I'm afraid I have to tell you the semaphoring on the pathways here returns with a vengeance; with all the former power and all the former ubiquity.
At the usual morning Al Wadi table today one of the prominent articles of the last two years plain and simple straight between in the eyes in B/W, caps of 72 and perhaps 120 point:
In three months nowhere visible on the other side of the kilometre wide Causeway; not even the two malls immediately adjacent the Checkpoint.
Sometimes George a single, solitary encapsulation says it all. (And so far as Seneca is concerned, entirely beside the point here. Unascribed, at least on the facing side)
At the usual morning Al Wadi table today one of the prominent articles of the last two years plain and simple straight between in the eyes in B/W, caps of 72 and perhaps 120 point:
LUCK
IS
WHERE
PREPARATION
MEETS
OPPORTUNITY PREPARATION
MEETS
In three months nowhere visible on the other side of the kilometre wide Causeway; not even the two malls immediately adjacent the Checkpoint.
Sometimes George a single, solitary encapsulation says it all. (And so far as Seneca is concerned, entirely beside the point here. Unascribed, at least on the facing side)
Invariably carried by twentysomething males from the Singapore Management University, hazard the guess.
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