Posts Tagged ‘Malaysia’
Isn’t it ironic? Is it? Maybe no. Maybe not at all.
Is Orwell even read any more or is he fading into the dimming past? He seems more relevant today than ever before in my lifetime.
Though he became so politically incorrect, excoriated by both the left and the right, I enjoyed almost everything he wrote. And I appreciated his firm belief that there was no point in using a four syllable word if there was a one syllable one that would do the job. I suppose I also identified with Winston Smith more than I obvious cause for. And of course all animals are equal, just some are more equal than others…
I was just wishing for a sojourn to Jura last night.
Btw – this giant Buddha is actually Guanyin Bodhisattva, (thank you irisbass for the gentle reminder) and is in Penang. A treasured relic, it was being repaired – thus the fence. Oddly, an identical replica has been built of metal – and looks nothing like this. Click here to go to a Malaysian site about the temple and statue.
This is just a small segment of an incredibly detailed porcelain sculpture embedded in the wall outside a Chinese clan business society in Kuala Lumpur. The attention to detail and the intensity of the colours are superb. And it says something about their culture that this has been here for decades at least without being vandalised.
This was taken at a Buddhist Temple in Penang.
Utterly delightful – the daydreaming Buddha and the young disciple spending his days bathing him. Very mind-clearing, calming. Something so pleasingly simple about it.
Simple seems so very pleasing at the moment. Not that my life is all that complicated, but it occurs to me that perhaps I make it more complicated than it needs to be…
Was it only yesterday I said I liked outer space and liked putting things there in Photoshop – but they often looked dumb? OK – this is a reach, but I like this one!
Apparently Nelson’s is huge in Malaysia and has been expanding world-wide, now with over 800 franchises in Australasia, Europe, Africa and North America and growing… how I missed it until I was strolling in 35 degree heat (105F) outside a mall in Kuala Lumpur is rather a mystery. But then, everything about this all-natural fast-food joint was a mystery. The locals loved it – I mean – who can resist corn in cup???
Check out their website just to hear their promotional ditty!
As soon as I saw this scarlet ibis I was reminded of the story by one-hit wonder James Hurst. 7th grade English class. Miss Davis.
I remembered it as longer, more involved, but it couldn’t be more than 1000 words. I read it on line tonight as I was working on this. Apparently they are still teaching it.
Coming upon this scarlet ibis was very exciting. A great little creature – body about the size of a large chicken, entirely absorbed in consuming as much of the local fishies as he could…
Step right up! You can’t try this at home – unless your home is in Thailand or Malaysia, though I hear the trend is spreading – I found this one in a mall in Kuala Lumpur – but there might be one the mall just down the road from you soon.
Yes, I tried it, though it took two days of walking past before I got up the nerve. There were two pools – this one with bigger fish, that produced all sorts of delighted squeals from the participants. On the other side of the small area was a smaller pool with smaller fish. Neither have teeth. Apparently, they suck the dead skin, which becomes very soft with soaking in the spa, right off – leaving your feet incredibly smooth and the squirming movement of the fish is like a gentle massage that soothes your mind.
OK. I can do this.
I opted for the pool with the smaller fish. In my feet went, with me holding my breath and waiting and then… little bit sting-y, little bit ticklish, way too squirmy… slightly nausea inducing – but okay. Okay, it’s kind of, well, okay. Yikes, still kind of okay… Actually, more nauseating than I expected. Yikes, they are sliming themselves right between my toes! With a yelp and plucked my feet from the water, much to the amusement of the others, including my husband, who were enjoying themselves very much. I think I lasted about two minutes…
Yeah – I’ll try most things. But I don’t have to like them all. <<shudder>>
Considered the most beautiful vine in the world (by the people who make such declarations), Thunbergia Mysorensis grows freely in the Cameron Highlands of Malaysia.
I mistook it for an orchid because of the shape of the flowers and its overt come-hither qualities. Forget whether or not we are descended from apes – whoever came up with this design liked it so well they used it on us… or maybe the other way around…
Photography has given me a much greater appreciation of this world. Of course this butterfly would be beautiful, regardless of whether or not the observer was photographing her. But having photographed her, I was driven to discovering her name – and what a splendid name. It sounds like a spicy colourful curry one would find in tropical Southeast Asia. She and her more outgoing, more classicly marked male companion dwell in forests and rainforests, rarely venturing into towns or villages, so it was a special honour to meet her.
Yes, I took a gazillion shots that were blurry, out of focus, out of frame, just plain bad. Worth it to get this shot. It was so crisp and clear, I couldn’t bear the thought of ‘repairing’ her ragged left wing. She’s still a babe!