Languages are means of conveying ideas. Personally I don’t think it’s a big deal if you were to speak whatever language you choose to as long as it is done appropriately with respect to the listener and the people in your immediate surrounding.

I sometimes choose to converse in Anglaise simply because I feel that the choices of words available in Anglaise allow me a higher degree of freedom and flexibility in expressing my ideas. Nothing more than that.

Well, with that said, I’d like to say that I honestly believe that the Malay language is as efficient and perhaps even better when it comes to delivering messages/ideas in a precise manner -but without being curt/blunt. It is after all a language that is derived from Sanskrit, an ancient language that was once called deva-bhāṣā or language of the Gods. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanskrit)

However only a true master of the Malay language can utilize the language to its full potential (the same is true for any other language actually). Like an axe that chops and forms rough shapes from a piece of log, so do we lay people use the Malay language to form words and sentences. True masters however, can wield the Malay language gracefully and use it as precisely as would surgeons use their scalpels.

And here, in accordance with the 50th anniversary of our country’s independence day, I’d like to share a work by done by a true master, none other than our Sasterawan Negara, A.Samad Said.

Kita mencari hanya yang tulen dan jati,
sekata hidup, mengerti dan berbudi,
dan bumi akan subur, makmur dan mewah
jika kita bekerja dan berikrar hidup bersama.

Tanah air memberi banyak, mesra mendakap kita;
kemerdekaan mendorong kita berdiri dan berbakti.
Dan dalam alaf baru semangat kita wajar padu,
berjalan kita atas nama tanah air dan bangsa -
bangga kerana merdeka, megah kerana bahagia.

Selamat menyambut Hari Kemerdekaan ke-50, semoga Malaysia bertambah maju dan semua rakyatnya hidup bahagia, harmoni bersama tanpa mengira kaum mahupun kepercayaan

As I’m typing this, the clock is showing 11.23 PM and today’s date is 30/8/07, which means soon enough it’s gonna be 31/8/07 - Malaysia’s 50th Anniversary of Merdeka.

Earlier today, right before enjoying my lunch I picked up a copy of The Sun AKA The Nation’s FREE Newspaper. As I was reading, to my amazement I find that I was touched by its content. I think it is rare indeed to feel that way from something as banal or ordinary like your daily newspaper.

One article in particular struck me as surprisingly true and candid (a quality that is rarely found these days). It’s written by a native of Petaling Jaya, who is also the co-founder and director of Kakiseni.com.

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"Guests whisper or remain silent, are circumspect. They are never at home, always dependent on their host’s largess. The rules on being a good guest dictate that one always abide by the rules of the hosts, and never impose an opinion, or offer a challenge. guests have a temporal relationship with their locale. When a guest does not feel needed, or nourished, she leaves. Guests do not care enough to disagree"

"Each speaks with the confidence of belonging, of inextricably having a connection that cannot be broken. Each members has a stake, in each other and in the family unit, and cares enough to be heard"

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Me and a good buddy of mine decided to go ahead and do what we’ve been thinking of doing. That is, I’m gonna play a guitar and he’s gonna sing..and we’re gonna do it in front of people. Sound simple enough? so we thought.

My buddy, being the vocalist for that night, was having butterflies in his stomach. However, after scratching his neck a bit he felt less nervous. Me? I’m cool as usual haha
And so we started off all fine.

People started flocking, clapping, dancing and enjoying our little gig. Allbeit these people are little…but hey! That’s good enough, we haven’t even reached the chorus yet. Who knows, by the time we get to the chorus maybe more people (bigger ones) are gonna come over.

But we never reached the chorus…. Truly, being the center of attention can be dangerous. For some unknown reason, one of the kids got over-excited (maybe it’s due to our amazing performance). First of all he started jumping around, and then he frantically waved at us, so we took it easy and both of us steadily smiled back at him. Out of the blue, he suddenly leapt forward! ….and by then it was too late for anyone to do anything. My vocalist buddy had been severely mauled by one of the little fans!

Oh guys, calm down, calm down please…wipe off your tears. I’m all intact and safe, so please don’t worry about me
And of course you don’t have too worry too much about my buddy either, he lost an arm but it has been reattached and he’s now recuperating in a medical center. So all is good afterall, till then Dzienkuje!

Problems occur everywhere, anywhere. Even in outer space. Solving….

I have been told by someone a long time ago that inspiration may come at a time and place that you least expect it to come. I guess I have to admit now that the statement is true as I’ve just experienced it

I went over to a friend’s blog page. Oliver Dean John’s to be exact. Among his posts that are all, rest assuredly wonderful, one in particular caught my attention, it’s a poem called ‘Weary’ - a piece of original work done by Mr. Oliver.

Since I feel that the poem is special, I’m gonna share it with you. So, here you go ladies and gents, a poem by my buddy Oliver.

Weary

dedicated to all working people, students, family and friends

When the world seems grey,
and life turns in dismay,
simple things would go lazy,
without even a glimpse of empathy,
when your eyes become bleary,
many a thing would do without sympathy,
that’s when it’s time,
for you to take a lay,
from all the day’s duty,
that makes you so heavy,
because you are then weary,
and rest is all you need so dearly.

Copyright ©2007 Oliver Dean John

‘The Transformers’ has been around for quite sometime. I’ve been watching and I’ve been rooting for the autobots all the time when I was a young boy.

Of all the characters there are in the cartoon show, the ones that I remember the most are Optimus Prime (leader of the autobots), Bumblebee (yellow volkswagen), Megatron (handgun), Starscream (fighter jet) and Soundwave (the one who turns into a radio + the only one who has a cool voice).

So when Transformers The Movie was released a month ago, and I went ahead and watched it, I loved it. For a sporadic few minutes here and there (like the car chase scene - bumblebee and the police car, the optimus prime transformation scene, etc) throughout the movie I felt like a kid again

But somewhere in California, a much more passionate fan awaits. Here’s a picture of him:

Till then, have a nice day guys!

This is a review of some sort. I saw Dirty Sanchez The Movie last week but didn’t have the time + enough motivation to write about it. But today is a different story, I’m called upon to write at least something about this movie because it’s just too crazy!

The movie is exactly as it is advertised " Makes Jackass Look Like The Teletubbies" and as such  IS DEFINITELY NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH.

The movie started off with a stupid prank played on Pancho (he’s the shortest of em all) who is very talented when it comes to sleeping, throughout the movie you’ll see and you’ll be surprised as to how he could sleep so soundly given the conditions that he was put in. Anyway, the first prank is like this: Pancho was sleeping on a hospital bed and the rest of the gang came in and put superglue into both of his nostrils thus depriving him of the ability to breathe through his nose consequently startling him from his sleep. Some commotion ensued and the prank ended with Pancho bloodily fixing his nostrils up. 

Crazy? Things got a lot crazier (and bloodier) after that. This is the one and only movie that has ever made me unable to sit properly in my seat, heck I think I even almost threw up once. See it for yourselves!

    Occasionally there are times that compel us to think of deep and philosophical things. It is at one of these instances that we will wonder and entertain questions like "What is the meaning of life?" "What will happen to me at the end?" "Why am I here?"

    This is not uncommon, I think each and everyone of us has faced moments like these, to a certain degree if not entirely. Usually these questions will arise at a difficult  period, when you’re facing a problem of epic proportion (or at least that’s what it’s like from your point of view).

    But more often than not, if we were to dwell and keep on trying to answer these seemingly answer-less questions, we will only be inviting more problem. This is because so far, from my experience, those who have questioned and tried to answer all came to the same conclusion. I pity this kid, for someone as young as he is, he sure has an old soul haha..