National Language?



That is the painting. A class of chinese students learning the malay language, with a malay teacher. Chua Mia Tee painted this in 1959.


Yesterday, a national holiday, after plans of watching fireworks were abandoned due to the lack of response, and also revelation that National Language Class/Utama was on, shaza and myself decided to catch the play. A pull factor was definately the fact that Effendy was performing in one of the two performances. Im quite glad i didnt spend the night masturbating on the elusive bursts of combusting compounds in the sky, which more often then not looks like a glass dome encasing us. regulating each molecule of oxygen we respire, regulating every combustion of plastic elation the nation decides to exhibit on its pathetic 'birthday'.

Back to the plays, they were both really provoking. It was subtle, but it was really really provoking. I felt as if i was lead to a new way of thinking. Really really good. Theatre at its best. A must watch.

I cant help but think i have found my other half
now its up to each of us to decide
whether we wanna be full

Morey piya...
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