Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Dress (April26)

 

Fair chance it was the trialing of the dress that gave the disturbance last night for Sak. In the earlier, conservative black baju the day beforewith the accompanying scarf, there was little issue; ensconced within that simple envelope Sak had sat easy & comfortable. The bright white and printed blue batik was a very different proposition, a very different venture. Doubtful, problematic, hazardous. With the flat, lank hair further concern again was added, even though the new colour certainly suited Sak better. (At one of the early meets Sak had confessed she wore the scarf because she could do nothing with her hair. Far from a traditional Muslim gal beneath the persiflage.) Some acne was not able to be adequately covered by the make-up too. A testing circumstance, however you looked at it. Understandable unease was the result, which was perfectly apparent from the outset, even from the approach on the steps at the Plaza. An actor on the brightly lit stage before the public feeling very little fit for the role.

 

 

 

Monday, February 23, 2026

Fire Away!


 

Concerted AI campaign in the paper on these widespread crow attacks upon the populace, which have necessitated a return to the former sharp shooting, shortly to be resumed. Trapping & poison had not been working. Some years ago the authorities had desisted with the earlier measure, after an exponent had deployed a shotgun and wayward pellets caused alarm (a possible shrapnel wounding too). Chap concerned had been a foreign national, whose accreditation, safe practices cert, &etc. had lapsed. Promptly fined, jailed & deported. In the pic in today’s S. T. a poor woman had a long, coloured strand of hair cruelly plucked and pulled upright, in an almost vertical line. Not lifted off her feet, but had the bird managed to gather a few more strands it may have proved tricky. An online video on CNA featured another innocent, hapless victim, caught kinda unawares/half-expectant from behind. Got some curry to go on with the poor sod. Various other examples had been displayed in the last few days, making for an open & shut case. Complaints of urban warfare through the housing blocks were ready to be met with strongest argument and plentiful dramatic evidence. In the current period, however, after all the terrible troubles, the restored measures might not play so well among some groups. Nerves were frayed, on edge. The horrors were unrelenting. Ill-legal feeding of pigeons had continued in the Malay quarter and no doubt elsewhere, despite the threat of harsh fines & incarceration. Armed men now on the hunt, massacring the intelligent, glossy black birdies might not pass so easily, not pass without resistance; revolts in the heartlands were not outta the question. Politically it may turn out quite dicey. But the authorities had certainly prepared themselves.

 

                                                                                                                     Singapore 2011-26

 




Sunday, February 22, 2026

Publication news: Johor Bahru - The Introduction, Eksentrika Mag

 Hello everyone 


Another short flash of mine has been recently published by a Malaysian outfit called, Eksentrika, appropriately for a piece like this from the very first intro to Sing's near sister city, one kilometre over the Causeway. 

It all came as a surprise that first venture over 14yrs ago now.

Free on the site (800 words), —





Cheers
PR




Friday, February 20, 2026

Whereto?


 

Whereto, then was the question. Near 10AM Mr T T tutup, despite hearing last night from the Tamil-Malaysian tea-maker that they would be opening late, namely 9AM, he said. In the morning the same was spied from the kitchen window coming along from his digs at Block 2, where his crew were housed (3-4 to a room likely). Therefore, as one does need to be somewhere, the PLQ Starbs, first in some long while, judging from the lad at the counter. (Frictionless cash only since Dec.) Oh, Golly! How could that dribble come as a surprise? Arrgh!… What would you call that fare that passes like sweet mead for the boomer / millennial tops? One headphone, one plug among.  Just as a tall, leggy bunny passed outside the window with pointed pink mounts atop her own phones. Now, was that remastered Bob, or the original Nobel? Uncertain. Tricky for a tin ear. Did the man sell his back catalogue to Amazon like some other star recently? Might possibly stretch out the neck, risk it and say, no, actually. The strain, the tight little effort spoke against. One tattoo, with black sunnies added when a wink of sun through the window emerged from the overcast. Lashes latecomer landed left. Soon every table would be claimed, just like on the last visit. Opposite the fluro pink in her 40s canna help blinking when she feels the eyes of the whitey upon her, scanning ever so briefly & ever so discretely. All four older chaps upper 30s-40s dyed. Black, apart from the guy on the end with a fade one side & mottled tan top. Not a single brolly among them—they could all manage to get where they were going from there later under cover, either walkways or underground. Not unexpected. All comfortably snug in the warm aural waters. How is it that 100m away the outlet at Kinex could crank up the volume so strongly? Managerial independence & initiative? Always dribble piddle around the ankles here, that was unchanged. The guy following Bob gave it some big yeah, yeah couple points, muted again and blank. Yesternite outta the blue Yasu sent from Tokyo John Zorn’s throat-slitting screeching from darkest, deepest jungle, as if from the past hereabout. Yeow-wee!! double-plus! The young hooded Asian lad in duet reminded of the kamikaze pilots hurtling onto the battleships. If you’re not screeching & screaming inside right now you were not paying attention, way outta it in your own little private world. Tearing suicidal screams for emperor & country, delivered with twisting & bowing by the hoodie. Amusing the other day Morrie referencing from schooldays the Whiter Shade of Pale thingy. Boy! Took a bit to reclaim that memory. Morrie musta bin seriously fixated. Ukrainian tubby on the bus last week with his wife in a Zeppelin tee had got on board those boys from the get-go, he said, complete collection all in vinyl. Did say he saw them in Moskva back in the day? Junior radical dudes by comparison with J Zorn, though of course we have spun some fair way further now in these short few decades. No sign of the robot in the hour plus, getting serviced & upgraded during the NY pause, maybe. Many still shuttered three days on, joined coincidentally by their Muslim countrymen this year. Expensive fold-up Velo needed to be brought indoors and sat by the table right against the legs of the author, with nary a word or sign. Soiled panama, plastic magnifiers & frayed Op Shop Levis shirt left the disguise rather threadbare now. (Blasted Op Shop Versaces busted clean in half during routine handling.) Task to keep the jowls both from hanging and also stiffening. The sage of course or the master. Excellent guides. Letting the music slip first of all, easy does it, loose & settled. Why allow yerself to be smashed so easily on an innocent Thursday morning. Ramadan & the Fire Horse, latter only riding over the horizon every 60 years. This year some more attention to the last ten days for the Mussies, esp. that particular odd numbered for when the prophet first received revelation. One single toothy gleam from the screens along the bench seat, and the three others against the inner wall diving the bar. Heavy Indian lad had been tickled properly.

 

 

 

 

 

 


Wednesday, February 4, 2026

Publication news - The World’s Faire # DELAYED due June (supposedly) 2026, re-branded Summer Issue

the note below was in fact proofing stage - the edition finally got out end of February.

### Taken down after some problem & re-scheduled for 30 June. Still waiting! (Mid-August. Very disappointing. First submtd late-July25; accepted mid-Nov25.)





Published, —




 Hallo all


Another publication to announce up in the States, a little longer this one, coloured by some of the darkness of our current times.

The lit. journal Action, Spectacle has just posted "The World’s Faire", a kind of survey of various trouble spots over the globe, some contemporary and others from the not too distant past that still lives with us.

Freely available here, (2.7k words) —




All best
Pavle 



Saturday, January 31, 2026

Publication news: Bunga Rampai - Plants & Poetry Journal

 Hallo all


Happy CNY!… Soon! (Ignoring all the black clouds for a moment.)

A short-short of mine from the local Malay market in my neighbourhood in Sing has just been published in the States. 

Weddings need flowers of course, — here is a small part of the Malay theatre still currently employed locally, though this particular penning goes back to 2011, soon after first landing on the Equator.

Published by an outfit called, Plants & Poetry Journal. Print costs, but the online is free on the site, pdf included (260 words).






Cheers,
Pavle



Sunday, January 25, 2026

Touching (July26)


 

 

If you’re in the biz of promoting reflection, elucidation, understanding, whatnot, you’ve gotten yourself a sticky problem right there in the middle of your life just now. Strange set of circs. What is it exactly with these two gals and their particular ways; your own responses too? The pair all at once more or less, in these latter days of the journey, when you weren’t exactly top of the form. Both Sumatran, coincidentally; the Northern half in fact of that largest island in the Indo archipelago. (Sixth largest in the world, with Mr T’s Greenland No. 1.) In what has been a long, if not illustrious life of those pleasures, you have never previously been requested spanking. Nothing particularly remarkable for many, especially since the online. (Sak in fact admitted getting her idea from there.) Good, firm, resounding clapping of the peach, when properly landed. Resonant thwacking. One times! Two times! Three times in succession was not overdoing it for this particular gal. From the reaction it did clearly sting, making Sak wince & positively gape. But at the same time, quite plainly, the relish was unmistakable. Four times! Five!… Spaced a bit. Eight, nine or ten altogether, if they had been counted on the last Tuesday meeting. Including a couple misplaced, may have totalled over a dozen in all. Without any implement or aid; only the honest flat of the hand, right for a right-hander. Thwack! Thwack! And thwack once more! In the centre of the cheek, usually the left, given the way Sak liked to straddle her lover. Oh! Gasp! Ah! For palpable hits on the spot. Misplaced was unsatisfactory. It did need to land on the fleshy centre of the mound, which in Sak’s case was nicely raised & shapely. Just there made it sweet; the auditory aspect likely adding. That the Korean lad behind the party wall must have heard gave no concern; indeed, on the contrary, added for the babe. (He would feel he’s missing out.) Surprisingly, and unexpectedly, there eventually came some little pleasure too for the disciplinarian. Mainly for a new job well done; providing the partner. How about that! You were in the list of the sadomasochists now. Kinda. How to account for the preference was the question? In early youth Sak had once been beaten by her father with his belt. Not the buckle, and not especially fiercely. A signal event nonetheless. As twilight descended the young girl had been caught by Da alone with a lad. (And here Northern Sumatra means furtherest North, can’t go further. Aceh, the so-called Verandah of Islam.) The compromising position was relatively minor. Sak had ducked when Da was sighted. Clothing intact; minor dishevelment. It had only been some smooching & pressing. Single, solitary episode the beating. Not enough to account for this preference in the gal’s mid-30s. In a WA exchange Sak had sensibly suggested it was another means of creating intimacy. How to quibble that?... Then Era, the second instance. Fellow Sumatran. Well, needs adding, both women came with limited sexual history; no doubt an important factor, especially in the elder, Era’s case. Sak’s predilection for porn has been noted. Not obsessive. It had helped enduring twelve long, prime years of unwanted celibacy. Both women too had shared the fate of exceedingly brief marriages (little over a year in the one case, and mere two months the other). Era had never resorted to porn, though in the last few years—into her early & mid-40s now—she was relishing some imagery on the screen. During absences, especially of the protracted kind, when Era was messaged for notice of some proper arousal, she quickly responded with, Ingin lihat. Ingin lihat. And more recently adding, dan pegang. Want to see. And hold... For a good long while E’s little hand had needed to be directed toward the member. Eventually finding some ease over the years, the lady settled and managed perfectly well under her own steam. Stroking, caressing, jerking a little; and increasingly more strenuously than her partner in fact liked. (Before long there came need to apply the brake.) Most recently, over the last 4 - 5 months, E’s stroking, her holding and clasping had in fact become almost peak feature. The formerly hesitant, shy little hand, now deeply relishing. In the subsequent jockey mount, especially the first round after the week or two’s absence, all her pleasure Era attempted to clench and stifle in her jaw. Ah! Now, wherefore? The question: How was all that? Why that simple, rudimentary cherishing had come to be relished so dearly, and very much by both parties? Months now E’s clasping continued for many minutes; continued even a quart or two hours in a couple notable cases. Certainly in the WA exchanges the matter was the chief interest. Ingin lihat; wanting to see on the screen. Dan pegang. And hold. In one of the early episodes during the long European separation, E’s little thumbnail in the bottom corner of the screen showed fixed concentration. Closely fixed and a glowing, radiant smile. Recently, during the inoperability of her teenage daughter’s phone and the pair’s sharing of E’s own, the mother had needed to take special care to delete the threads. Ingin lihat. And dan pegang. The case with E was perhaps a lesser mystery; nonetheless, such simple manoeuvre proving so powerful, so dominant, did make one wonder. Each week as we drew toward the Friday evening, that first lunge when it came, and the following play, played powerfully upstairs. Ladies rarely clung on very much now; it seemed to offer little. Yet here it was quite contra-wise. Era might not ever explore the porn online, but if she were to be sent an artful photograph, or video, as she had quietly pleaded for, every chance she could survive on that alone for a very long time. In her case, an all too brief, unsatisfactory marriage was key. When their daughter was 5-6 months old the husband had simply brought another woman home. Hurt, wariness and determined celibacy thereafter. One’s own reactions raised interesting questions too. Reversions of some sort the working hypothesis.

 

 

 

 

Geylang Serai,

     Singapore 2011-26