greetings from kiasuland!

salam and hi all. i am typing this entry from orange grove road. if you’ve been to orchard road, you’ll know where. took mrt to orchard and my mom was so happy seeing this kiasuland so sparkingly bersih and not polluted as malaysia. she said that she wants to buy a house in here. somewhere near to arab street and masjid sultan. mak and i love the roti prata (in malaysia we call it roti canai) as it is not oily, no guilty feeling eating extra cholestrol, and very nice. the prata was very nice. i swear. and mak is so amazed with the all high tech and modern stuff this kiasuland have. she shook her head to see the rat race of getting onto MRT and the pace they walked. aish.

we didn’t prepare duit tambang to go on bus because we thougt he will give the balance. luckily, we managed to korek 2 dollar shillings. alhamdulillah. itupun we feel so embarrassed. then finally we arrived at our destination and i am not sure mak love this place as much as i do.

 xoxox.

Emo: language and literature

Assalamualaikum. Peace to be upon you. Currently I am doing dissertation on nursery rhymes and this entry will explain why on earth I take this matter seriously. Being in Malaysia, you cannot resist the heatwave of the media. I watch kids’ show on TV9 (tagline: dekat di hati), on one fateful day. The famous shows that I watched: Dora the Explorer and Blue’s clues. However, in Malaysian, they were dubbed to Malay language. I am a person who is concern about language and kids’ language development.Also, my beloved mother tongue, Bahasa Melayu Malaysia (different from bahasa Melayu Indonesia). Right, you can consider this as an open letter to TV9 as well. No problem at all. Oh, call me monyet or pondan whatsoever. My job here is to give a lesson.

I am not sure on what purpose they dubbed the shows. I do support the ideas of ‘mother tongue as the foundation of education’ and ‘cintailah bahasa kita’. It’s not that I go against the idea of dubbing it to Bahasa Melayu Malaysia. Imagine if you heard this:

Dora: Mari kita tolong Pigmy Marmoset mengutip sap pokok!

I was quite blur when they mention “sap pokok”. I thought hard. I thought it was Malay word but it was not. From Cambridge Dictionary, the definition for sape is: the liquid that carries food to all parts of a plant. Simply in Malay language, “sap pokok” is “getah pokok”.The translation given by TV9 actually makes young viewers more confuse actually. Even as an adult I was very confuse really. Plus, quite a weird thing when they didn’t change some spanish words.

Nevermind. It’s not much an issue. Just a word anyway. Then I watched Blue’s clues. Steve was hunting treasure using Blue’s clues. Nice at first. Then Blue gave Steve a picture.

Steve: Tengok ini kawan-kawan. Gambar Little Miss Muffet. Apa kita nak buat dengan Little Miss Muffet?

LMM: Tolong saya selesaikan teka-teki ini. Little Miss Muffet, duduk atas bukit, makan dadihnya. Kemudian datang…

(Picture of 3 animals, obviously I can’t remember the other 2 as I love the spider :P)

Again, my brain was puzzled. It doesn’t rhyme at all. Are they trying to tell young Malaysians to translate English traditional nursery rhymes as well? I’m so sorry. This is not right. We should learn it as it is. According to its context. Please do not translate a nursery rhymes for Malaysian children’s sake!

Then Steve found another clue.

Steve: Tengok ni. Ini Jack. Masih ingat Jack? Mari kita tolong Jack.

(Jack was wearing his pyjamas and hat)

Me: Who’s jack? Is there any character in Blue’s clues named Jack?

Steve: Adik-adik tahu apa yang Jack perlu lakukan?

(There was a picture of 3 objects)

Then I remembered. It’s the character in Mother Goose nursery rhymes!

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candle stick.

Oh, my, god. I couldn’t imagine how Malaysian children perceive it. The reason we learn nursery rhymes, without alteration is because of history, culture and language pattern. Those who are not exposed to nursery rhymes during childhood basically have weak foundation in reading. OK! no time for explanation for this time being. Will just post my dissertation copy once I’m finish with it.

Anyhow, I am looking for a way to complaint to TV9. Anyone has any contact? Do leave it in my comment box. Bahasa jiwa bangsa.

Merdeka ya?

Merdeka konsert

Merdeka ‘negaraku’

Merdeka berciuman

Merdeka jerit sahutan

Merdeka berpeleseran

Merdeka memperaga pakaian clan

Merdeka dengan bakaran bunga api

Merdekanya berpacaran hingga waktu subuh

Merdeka sungguh bila koleksi sampah sarap dikutip DBKL

Merdeka benar negaraku sehingga aku sendiri rasa buntu.

Random ramblings

I never expected my life to change in this way. It’s not me who made the decission. And it’s not my relationship anyway. But it affects a number of people. They decided without me. Honestly, people around me changed so much after they heard what happened. Sometimes, I wish things will be the same because I know how to handle it. Changes of a person whom I know since I’m young, from a reflector to a violent guy, massively shocked me.

I know Allah has planned everything. He wants to test me. He wants to know how much I’m going to change as well. Honestly, I knew this the thing is going to happen. However, I am offended because I am not well-informed. As a consequence, I received a massive shock. I lost the love. I lost some people. I lost a few good relationships. I lost great. Well, I’m lost as well. Lost in translation and stories. I told you I’m not well-informed. I received everything at one time. It’s not like you download 3 GB file with 100 MBPS internet speed in 25 minutes. Very magic. It’s like you inserted a huge junk of file, in a 50 years old shabby wooden cupboard. It’s so sudden and I can’t cope it. If she informed me well, at least I know what to do and how to tackle things. I love to imagine. My imagination world is boundless. I love to plan and dream about things. However, when something bad happen and I just don’t have time to do all that, I’m being flabbergasted. Devastated and greatly frustrated.

Thank you to some people. You know yourself. You know what makes me write in this way. I know you try to make me feel better and more positive to move on.  I’ll try. It’s just that sometimes, I ponder but blur. Sometimes I’m being bombarded with questions like:

What is my status with him now?
Should I cover myself?
Are we no longer related?
Should I treat them like I used to?
Shall we joke the way we used to?

Very complex it is. Hereby, I suggest you to do istikharah for whatever important decision you are taking. Please make sure you don’t destroy 3 generations, just because of a few days or week “stupid decision”. And yes, I believe in love and compatibility.

Ar-rahman, ar raheem, I’m begging for love and peace of mind.

How to: be a nocturnal

Salam. Peace. Shalom. Sejahtera. Ewah. Trying to say it in many languages as I can but still, linguistically and lexically it means the same.

I practice CS very hard because I want to improve my agility and vitality.

None of my playmates are online at this time. Omark went back from his office at 4 and I thin, after a long day, he deserve some sleep.

Well,  all I can do is to practice with some BOTs which have “angel_” in front of their name. LOLz. That name was inspired by 350D. Charlie angel.

I know I should memorise some verses from this particular surah, but yeah, sitting in front of a computer with broadband connection, it’s like I’m the one who have most job in the world.

Right. How to be a nocturnal? For anyone who wants to travel to any destination that has +/- 7 GMT difference may get the benefits.

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You know you are a Malaysian blogger when…

  1. The famous blogosphere and justice fighter is wanted by ISA (Internal Security Act) and dooced.
  2. Your blogstats suddenly skyrocketed during election and your blog gets visits from Setiausaha Kerajaan Negeri and Kementerian from Putrajaya.
  3. Your position and freedom to write the right thing is threatened.
  4. Someone labelled you ‘monkey’ because you blog.
  5. You are called ‘Pondan’.

Gittew. Lantaklah korang. Nyah tak koser. Auw!

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Facebooker

Salam, peace. I jumped into the bandwagon. Like Nadiah (Newcastle) said, it’s addictive. At first, I said “hurm, not another friendster thingy. it’s artificial and boring”. However, Facebook is different. It’s much organised, promise me much privacy and keeps me connected with my university college (FYI: finally MARJON is a university college).

Firstly, I read Kriskhaira’s entry on “Another reason why Facebook rocks“. Finally an internet company recognizes Palestine.

Then I signed up with Facebook.

On my first day, I am stumbling here and there and feel like a baby practicing how to walk. But it was great. I am hooked with the Grafitti.

Then few days later, I read Jeff Ooi’s writing on C|Net about Facebook. If you wish to read it, please do so here.

Today, Joseph Scott says that Facebooker can link their WordPress with Facebook.

Is there any reason why I shouldn’t join Facebook? Have you? Allow me to add you 😀