No access to the internets for a couple of weeks. Yes, in spite of what she thinks, it is possible. At least no access from home, and I don’t blog from work. Really.
So, what do I write about now?
The relative prosperity of Penang and the benefits of liberal economies and free trade zones?
The amazing feeling when you step out of work and see at least three Indian restaurants around you, all serving misspelt Indian dishes (Thusai, Roti) that are unbelievably close approximations of the stuff you get in India?
The beautiful English that people here speak — clipped vowels, (especially the O’s), a sing-song undulation that stresses unexpected syllables, and the La’s that adorn every sentence. Lyrical. The way they use can as a substitute for yes. “Can I park here?” “Can.” Cannot be any clearer.
Perhaps a profound post about the insularity of the cultures here, how they don’t seem to marry each other… Ooh, or a post about the hookers outside an Indian restaurant, wearing shirts that only hookers and Hrithik Roshan wear.
The popularity of Dan Brown… The local bookstore’s bestseller shelf had 3 Brown books, a GossipGirl book and this: “How To Write Effective Business And Other Letters As Well As (wait, I’m almost there) Prepare Essential Documents.”
Umm…, perhaps I should just respond to Navin and Sybil, and get on the book-meme-tag train… Yes, that’s what I will do. Tomorrow. Can.
