Recall the weary cowhands coming into the Saloon stomping their boots, removing the hat, the bandana. Hot on the dusty trail. Wiping off brow and back of the neck. Was it gloves thrown into the ring of the hat? Man could do with a drink Padre. Something of the feel at Kedai New Eastern with the new gunslinger ridden into Dry Gulch Gully. Dangerous looking hombre, Watch out! Might get more than you bargained for. You fixing to stay how long in town Cowboy?... Where you puttin up? (Uncle running the show had asked the latter yesterday. Oh, Town View. Nod, nod. Not exactly the Shangri la. (Owner Robert Kuoh is at 92 a Malaysian Forbes stratospheric hotshot.) Eats rich grub but camps out like that. (Fish curry & veg. over a third of the room rental.) Still, you never know. Old Aunt Mabel the wife counting off on her fingers that she bends back progressing up the scale; needs to be told customer waiting at the register. Swings away, elbows pumping, smiling. Sorry, sorry. Uncle is soft like her, likely middle boy. Education was for the elder (doctor); one was dead. Black eye certainly not from fisticuffs. Good deal of skin complaints, discolouration and the like in the broiling tropics. Busy Sunday, Coke still a good seller, the grip remaining fierce on this outpost same as tabacci. (Recent news from the Corp recommending single weekly serve will take a while to filter down.) Majority Chin custom but good to see the occasional Malay and Indian. Bangla lads trooping through the streets in groups…. getting more than a single Sunday free here, for co-religionists?... There were a good number at the mamak place for breakfast too. Taking the Stage out tomorra Mr. Mayor, be seein ya. Nice town you got here, trust you can keep it thataway. (In six days a single other White, gay guy with local partner @ Muar Soup House.) Mixed veg. is boiled but special order tomato and onion raw can-do. Heavenly. RM24—$AUST8 at today’s rate. Yesterday Auntie had the bill all prepared the same as for the two days previous and subtraction was needed for the omission of the teh. Sorry, crossing out her 1960 curled figures. Eye had fallen on the airconned patisserie hundred metres back looking like Euro latte a chance after fortnight without………… [Ad from our sponsors….] Only in an Asian café sugar safely assumed, single heaped. First aircon away from the room; an even shorter route to the Cyber too: all discovered on point of departure. Chipmunk voices of the girls behind admiring; Sing’ chain more ‘an likely, though brand unapparent. Branding in the north not what it is in the blessed isle couple of hundred kilometers south. Not a single Ralph Lauren, Giordano, Super or Batman and Lee Cooper where are you? Hello! The scarf restrained the Chins too it was apparent. Kool expressive be-anyone-you-wanna-be doesn’t get a look-in either. One remembered Brunetti’s, the Italo Antonioni stage-set of connoisseurs/cognoscenti down from the Nova, up from the Exhibition Buildings, over from the gallery. All the film, TV, art, lit/crit. references. Jeeez, almost 5 full years away. Tiong Bahru would be the closest parallel in Singapore, yellow hipster-town on training-wheels and straining, grinding. The heat alone put the knock on it. As remarked a few days ago for those who were listening, one has leap-frogged-pole-vaulted-sky-rocketed into the koolest Daddy-Oh anyone has ever seen actually on the streets touching distance in many corners of this region. Oh, Hello smiles where‘ere you go, furtive appraisal tryin not to look. Gosh! A decent authentic panama, Che bandanna, quick-drying batik print, you don’t need any more.
Monday, March 7, 2016
Blow-in
Recall the weary cowhands coming into the Saloon stomping their boots, removing the hat, the bandana. Hot on the dusty trail. Wiping off brow and back of the neck. Was it gloves thrown into the ring of the hat? Man could do with a drink Padre. Something of the feel at Kedai New Eastern with the new gunslinger ridden into Dry Gulch Gully. Dangerous looking hombre, Watch out! Might get more than you bargained for. You fixing to stay how long in town Cowboy?... Where you puttin up? (Uncle running the show had asked the latter yesterday. Oh, Town View. Nod, nod. Not exactly the Shangri la. (Owner Robert Kuoh is at 92 a Malaysian Forbes stratospheric hotshot.) Eats rich grub but camps out like that. (Fish curry & veg. over a third of the room rental.) Still, you never know. Old Aunt Mabel the wife counting off on her fingers that she bends back progressing up the scale; needs to be told customer waiting at the register. Swings away, elbows pumping, smiling. Sorry, sorry. Uncle is soft like her, likely middle boy. Education was for the elder (doctor); one was dead. Black eye certainly not from fisticuffs. Good deal of skin complaints, discolouration and the like in the broiling tropics. Busy Sunday, Coke still a good seller, the grip remaining fierce on this outpost same as tabacci. (Recent news from the Corp recommending single weekly serve will take a while to filter down.) Majority Chin custom but good to see the occasional Malay and Indian. Bangla lads trooping through the streets in groups…. getting more than a single Sunday free here, for co-religionists?... There were a good number at the mamak place for breakfast too. Taking the Stage out tomorra Mr. Mayor, be seein ya. Nice town you got here, trust you can keep it thataway. (In six days a single other White, gay guy with local partner @ Muar Soup House.) Mixed veg. is boiled but special order tomato and onion raw can-do. Heavenly. RM24—$AUST8 at today’s rate. Yesterday Auntie had the bill all prepared the same as for the two days previous and subtraction was needed for the omission of the teh. Sorry, crossing out her 1960 curled figures. Eye had fallen on the airconned patisserie hundred metres back looking like Euro latte a chance after fortnight without………… [Ad from our sponsors….] Only in an Asian café sugar safely assumed, single heaped. First aircon away from the room; an even shorter route to the Cyber too: all discovered on point of departure. Chipmunk voices of the girls behind admiring; Sing’ chain more ‘an likely, though brand unapparent. Branding in the north not what it is in the blessed isle couple of hundred kilometers south. Not a single Ralph Lauren, Giordano, Super or Batman and Lee Cooper where are you? Hello! The scarf restrained the Chins too it was apparent. Kool expressive be-anyone-you-wanna-be doesn’t get a look-in either. One remembered Brunetti’s, the Italo Antonioni stage-set of connoisseurs/cognoscenti down from the Nova, up from the Exhibition Buildings, over from the gallery. All the film, TV, art, lit/crit. references. Jeeez, almost 5 full years away. Tiong Bahru would be the closest parallel in Singapore, yellow hipster-town on training-wheels and straining, grinding. The heat alone put the knock on it. As remarked a few days ago for those who were listening, one has leap-frogged-pole-vaulted-sky-rocketed into the koolest Daddy-Oh anyone has ever seen actually on the streets touching distance in many corners of this region. Oh, Hello smiles where‘ere you go, furtive appraisal tryin not to look. Gosh! A decent authentic panama, Che bandanna, quick-drying batik print, you don’t need any more.
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