Friday, August 11, 2006

Nothing to lose

I feel a rush of emotions going through me now. I dont think i cant even call them emotions. they have no identity. just an unidentifiable rush in my veins.

anyway, what is wrong with berita harian? wtf is Jel? there's a proper word for it; penjara. why butcher the language and season it with english adaptations when there are already in existance, words that have the same meaning? thus i never really like the malay syllabus.

Malay has always been beautiful though. I really love the possiblities you create with the language. Metaphors and idioms are always intricately woven yet so fluent in expressing the rarely expressed.
Sarcasm being one habit the malay language is infamous for imparting to its users. The art of generalising, with high chances of subtly inflicting pain or pleasure, directed towards the other party.

semalu dah tersentuh
terguris salah raba
ikhlas dan utuh
ampun langkah hiba

tetap pada daunnya
genggam tiada tiris
genggam semalu mara
tetap dia bersinis

kan ku tawa, bersenda
mula jejak baru
maju jejak beza
biar kembang semula, semalu


anyway, updates on life, i might be going to bali for a getaway, Sang the Rebel was conceived on national day, i cleaned my room like nobody's business, came across fragments of memories (kept them in a box), ticket stubs, event pamphlets, dozens of doodled notebooks, cockroaches. hur threw bags and bags of sheer rubish, kept in hope that they might serve a purpose, once more in the future. And lastly, im having fun goofing off.

oh well,
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