LEAD CHARACTER = HANDSOME --> HWEI = *SWOON*
oh. did i say that already?
nevermind. good stuff can say twice wan. ^_^
(i mention only zahiril adzim as the lead character because nicholas davis wasn't there.)
yeah, anyway, the cast and crew were there as well, so we had a Q & A session. i wanted to ask something, but everyone else was talking about racial issues, 1Malaysia etc. plus the lead character was just too handsome la. shy. =P
public: sheesh. just get on with it and write what we're supposed to read.
anyway.
the movie was definitely funny. in a malaysian sort of way. i don't think the foreigners who were there really understood the many little jokes embedded in the movie. overall, it was okay. i couldn't really relate to the school fights, because i grew up in a mostly harmonious all-girls school. also, i thought that the friendship between the gang leaders came round a bit quicker than usual. plus the adorable indian boy was a bit too nice. as chee kean said, there're indian gangs in school too.
but there were two scenes that made me wonder and ponder. and. i can't think of any other word that rhymes. hah.
the first scene was the one i wanted to ask about.
if you don't want spoilers, just slowly raise your left hand, place it gently across your eyes, and begin scrolling down the page with your right hand on your mouse's scroller. =)
it was about one of the malay boys, who'd dropped out of school and joined his kampung gang. they went to taunt the rest who'd stayed on, and then went off to rompak a poor girl beside her little kancil. (i have feelings for people with peroduas) then they went somewhere else to present their ill-gained stuff to the big boss. unsurprisingly, the big boss was. ladida. cannot say. please return to this page and reread this post after you watch the movie. i have the dvd, come get it from me. ^_^
anyway. i wondered about the significance of that entire concept. what message were they trying to get across? with racism, each race only seeks to destroy and consume the other, and suddenly we find that we're caught in a vicious cycle. we don't know why, and we don't know how to stop it. it's a chicken or egg first kind of thing. unless you have Genesis of the Bible which tells you that the chicken came first, you really can't answer the question.
that each of us, proud and majestic in our ketuanan bangsa sendiri, have put ourselves on false pedestals - i was very fascinated by this exposition.
tim nicely ruined the suspense for me by telling me about a lot of the scenes (lala), but the last scene still managed to capture my heart. maybe cuz the main character was central to the scene. =P
no la.
words get to me very easily. kind words. nasty words. sweet. bitter. understanding. judgmental. profound. emotional. unfeeling.
flavours. words have flavours. ^_^
the last scene was just that. i caught the emotion behind the spoken words, and i understood the truth in them. i used to think that i'm okay with people of other races. but then chee kean said, "see who you sit with tomorrow" when he saw the 1Malaysia badge i had.
ouch.
my eyes were opened a little when the medical students talked about how there is polarization among the races in their faculty. i always thought our faculty was doing okay. maybe it's because a firm grasp of the English language is a very strong requirement for survival here. almost everyone speaks English most of the time. Mandarin is for when we whisper non-legal stuff during lectures or go out for lunch/dinner. BM is for short, crisp phrases reserved for the corridors.
aliaa and munirah
i thought the Malays in secondary school spoke good English until i got here. the Malays here speak better English than most Chinese. and so i began my university life speaking English almost all the time. because i look like a banana and people talk to me in English all the time.
chelsea and kock sin
eh excuse me. i can read and write sufficiently in Mandarin ok. bweh.
sane jira and insane amreeta.
(not to say that the adjectives are always attached to the same names =P)
plus the only Tamil i can speak is "na rombe alaga irukane" which is typically self-praise and completely useless for productive conversation.
anyway.
i made a conscious effort to talk to my coursemates in their mother tongues the next day. except my Indian coursemates. that would be going a little beyond. =.=
i realized that i can still speak good Malay, and my Mandarin has improved. *bangga* i thank Mum for her kampung background which rubbed off on us *thanks* and Dad for making me attend six years of Chinese night classes. *reluctant thanks*
i refrained from speaking languages other than English because i felt inferior when i spoke them, not because i worship the English language. spending the past two days speaking the three languages Malacca is supposed to be famous for, i realize that i shouldn't feel that way at all. i don't sound like a total idiot in conversations, or stick out like a sore thumb.
nevermind. good stuff can say twice wan. ^_^
(i mention only zahiril adzim as the lead character because nicholas davis wasn't there.)
yeah, anyway, the cast and crew were there as well, so we had a Q & A session. i wanted to ask something, but everyone else was talking about racial issues, 1Malaysia etc. plus the lead character was just too handsome la. shy. =P
public: sheesh. just get on with it and write what we're supposed to read.
anyway.
the movie was definitely funny. in a malaysian sort of way. i don't think the foreigners who were there really understood the many little jokes embedded in the movie. overall, it was okay. i couldn't really relate to the school fights, because i grew up in a mostly harmonious all-girls school. also, i thought that the friendship between the gang leaders came round a bit quicker than usual. plus the adorable indian boy was a bit too nice. as chee kean said, there're indian gangs in school too.
but there were two scenes that made me wonder and ponder. and. i can't think of any other word that rhymes. hah.
the first scene was the one i wanted to ask about.
if you don't want spoilers, just slowly raise your left hand, place it gently across your eyes, and begin scrolling down the page with your right hand on your mouse's scroller. =)
it was about one of the malay boys, who'd dropped out of school and joined his kampung gang. they went to taunt the rest who'd stayed on, and then went off to rompak a poor girl beside her little kancil. (i have feelings for people with peroduas) then they went somewhere else to present their ill-gained stuff to the big boss. unsurprisingly, the big boss was. ladida. cannot say. please return to this page and reread this post after you watch the movie. i have the dvd, come get it from me. ^_^
anyway. i wondered about the significance of that entire concept. what message were they trying to get across? with racism, each race only seeks to destroy and consume the other, and suddenly we find that we're caught in a vicious cycle. we don't know why, and we don't know how to stop it. it's a chicken or egg first kind of thing. unless you have Genesis of the Bible which tells you that the chicken came first, you really can't answer the question.
that each of us, proud and majestic in our ketuanan bangsa sendiri, have put ourselves on false pedestals - i was very fascinated by this exposition.
tim nicely ruined the suspense for me by telling me about a lot of the scenes (lala), but the last scene still managed to capture my heart. maybe cuz the main character was central to the scene. =P
no la.
words get to me very easily. kind words. nasty words. sweet. bitter. understanding. judgmental. profound. emotional. unfeeling.
flavours. words have flavours. ^_^
the last scene was just that. i caught the emotion behind the spoken words, and i understood the truth in them. i used to think that i'm okay with people of other races. but then chee kean said, "see who you sit with tomorrow" when he saw the 1Malaysia badge i had.
ouch.
my eyes were opened a little when the medical students talked about how there is polarization among the races in their faculty. i always thought our faculty was doing okay. maybe it's because a firm grasp of the English language is a very strong requirement for survival here. almost everyone speaks English most of the time. Mandarin is for when we whisper non-legal stuff during lectures or go out for lunch/dinner. BM is for short, crisp phrases reserved for the corridors.
aliaa and munirah
chelsea and kock sineh excuse me. i can read and write sufficiently in Mandarin ok. bweh.
sane jira and insane amreeta.(not to say that the adjectives are always attached to the same names =P)
anyway.
i made a conscious effort to talk to my coursemates in their mother tongues the next day. except my Indian coursemates. that would be going a little beyond. =.=
i realized that i can still speak good Malay, and my Mandarin has improved. *bangga* i thank Mum for her kampung background which rubbed off on us *thanks* and Dad for making me attend six years of Chinese night classes. *reluctant thanks*
i refrained from speaking languages other than English because i felt inferior when i spoke them, not because i worship the English language. spending the past two days speaking the three languages Malacca is supposed to be famous for, i realize that i shouldn't feel that way at all. i don't sound like a total idiot in conversations, or stick out like a sore thumb.
i liked the concept we had for the merdeka parade last year.we had three mixed groups. difficult to explain. but pokoknya,
i got to dance an Indian dance in a semi-cheongsam. ^_^
simplified version of the merdeka parade concept:everyone picks their noses, regardless of race and religion.
out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.
- matthew 12:34 -
- matthew 12:34 -
an apt moment for a literal construction of this verse. =)
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interesting blog.
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