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	<description>a  lifetime  of  research</description>
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		<title>India Visit 2008</title>
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		<link>http://gsyousof.com/?p=40</link>
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		<title>Unique Artistic Touch</title>
		<description>Through a hole which has been punctured through my wall, near my window a sort of plant grows; the plant is, of course not visible in my room, for it grows on the outer surface of the wall. I see the roots hanging down, and spreading as well as lengthening ...</description>
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		<title>Articles in Magazines</title>
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"Bangsawan, the People's Opera". Pulau Pinang, Vol.1 (Jan-Feb 1989), pp.9-12
"Rites of Ramadan". Pulau Pinang, Vol.2(March-April 1989), pp.29-30
"Lasting Charisma". Pulau Pinang, Vol.2(March-April 1989), pp.31-35.
"Hari Raya Haji". Pulau Pinang, Vol.3(May-June 1989), pp.32-34.
"The Malay Performing Arts of Penang". Penang Past &#38; Present, Vol.7 (April 2000), pp.7-18. </description>
		<link>http://gsyousof.com/?p=33</link>
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		<title>Small Business Loan</title>
		<description>Characters

Yusof bin Othman ~ Loans Manager
Saiful Bahri bin Abdullah ~ a Customer
Nuraimah ~ a Clerk Office Boy
Voices: Catharine ~ Bank Secretary
Robert Tan ~ a Businessman
Non-speaking ~ Office Boy

Midafternoon. A modern office in a Kuala Lumpur bank. The room is well done up with an attempt at some traditional Malay decor: ...</description>
		<link>http://gsyousof.com/?p=31</link>
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		<title>Lottery Ticket</title>
		<description>As Aboo Bakar Maraicar said his prayers that rainy Friday afternoon, he found it more difficult than usual to concentrate. The voice of the imam seemed so distant and his words had about them only a vague ring of familiarity. Not that Aboo Bakar was a scholar or even moderately ...</description>
		<link>http://gsyousof.com/?p=30</link>
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		<title>chulia street</title>
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Highly regarded Haji Adul Kadir Mohideen 
Reminisces in his store; 
Grey of beard, kepiah-haji 
On his head, puffing an imported beedi, 
Physically in Chulia street, mentally 
He is in Nagapattinam; the Nagore shrine 
Seething as usual with activity 
Honours an alien wali 
Who never stepped into this country 
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		<link>http://gsyousof.com/?p=29</link>
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		<title>wayang</title>
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For now the wayang is over 
Spectres dance no more 
Upon the muslin, battles 
Have been fought 
Love triumphant enacted 
In their basket the figures 
Lie asleep 
  
The audience is leaving, some 
Still pondering the mystery 
Of shadow and form: 
Pray tell us, tok dalang, 
Puppets or shades, ...</description>
		<link>http://gsyousof.com/?p=28</link>
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		<title>hang tuah</title>
		<description>
You were fashioned a hero 
A star 
In your father’s dream, 
Lived to prove 
That heroes too 
Can be human 
In war or love, 
But unlike the rest 
You were born immortal 
Precious warrior 
Of Malacca 
Bound to return 
Some long-forgotten 
Mahdi to reclaim 
Taming Sari; 
But tell us, Tuah ...</description>
		<link>http://gsyousof.com/?p=27</link>
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		<title>loneliness</title>
		<description>
this trap 
of loneliness 
enfolds us 
again 
within its wall 
of darkness; 
and that glimmer 
is absent, 
that root of radiance 
that like the first syllable 
of creation 
unfolds in eternal 
night 
the lotus bud. 
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		<link>http://gsyousof.com/?p=26</link>
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		<title>hula hands</title>
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dancing hands 
that lithely weave meles of old Hawaii 
bodies swaying to rhythm 
of ipu or uli uli 
blue across your languid skies 
you trace the legends of laie 
of pele’s fiery face 
  
if only I could sing, gentle palm 
smooth in kwahines 
of intricate gesture, measure 
the ...</description>
		<link>http://gsyousof.com/?p=25</link>
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