Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
LIFE AIN'T NO SIVAJI MOVIE...
End of Part 1
(Next installation: Being a bad guy can save you more money.)
Monday, October 27, 2008
Beware Of The Guy With A Candle.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Orang Pencen Pergi Masjid.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Suruh Kerja Dia Main. Suruh Main, Dia Main-Main.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
A Fat Bonus.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
A Monsoon Tale.
Aunt gets up from sleep to check things around the house, making sure every piece of batik sarung still damp from the day's washing is pegged tight to the clotheslines that crisscross between one end of the veranda, to the other end, and crisscross many times over from this end to the other. I know my monsoon like I know the stories of men lost at sea. First the headwind comes on hard from the East to brush the roof off in a giant sweep. Coconut trees cracking at the base, the fronds blowing upwards like hair undone from sleep. And then the rain. It comes in a violent, angry spray, slamming itself against the windows to wake you up from sleep waiting for Aunt to come over to check on you. You try hard not to be afraid because you know better real men are not afraid of monsoon.
You hear Grandma asking Aunt if the windows are latched good. Aunt says you go back to sleep now, everything is all right. I get up to go look for Aunt, walking about in the dark towards the door that leads to the veranda all the time calling out to her that it gets to her quite a bit to say what are you doing walking about like a lost ghost in the dark? I wish she didn't say that because now that she did, I'm thinking about a lost ghost walking about the house with a torchlight searching for me so it can yank me from the house into the monsoon where I'll never find my way home ever again.
I follow Aunt to her room because no way I'm going back to mine now that I know there's a lost ghost about the house. Aunt says you go to sleep now and be quiet. I sleep in her bed, my back against the wall, leaving no space even for an infant ghost to get in between. I curl up into a ball to bury my face on Aunt's bosom feeling so safe nothing in the world can ever get to me.