Happy Hari Merdeka!
Negaraku
Tanah tumpahnya darahku
Rakyat hidup bersatu dan padu maju
Rahmat bahagia Tuhan kurniakan
Raja kita selamat bertakhta
Rahmat bahagia Tuhan kurniakan
Raja kita selamat bertakhta.
-- pelf *
* POET'S COMMENT: I spoke very little Malay in school because most of my friends were Chinese. Duh. And we spoke only English, not because we wanted to show off, but because the majority of my friends could not speak Mandarin. But when we moved to Melaka from Ipoh, Mum made us learn conversational Mandarin because she said it was important to speak the language the locals speak.
There was once when Mum asked me to buy her a pack of iced Nescafe from one of the stalls nearby our place. I went to the stall, ordered iced Nescafe and thinking that “ice” should sound alike in both Cantonese and Mandarin, I requested more “blood” from the stall owner. Can you imagine the horror in her face? Muahahahha. She asked if I wanted more “bing” (which means “ice” in Mandarin) but I shook my head and said I wanted more “blood” (which means “ice” in Cantonese). My Mum couldn’t stop laughing when I related the incident to her!
Grad student. Recently returned to Malasia
from the United States on a 4-month scholarship.
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What a pretty goodnight angel and frame! This was one of the first posts at the top of my comments this morning.
Thank you, yorkie. Enjoy the rest of this long Labor Day weekend.
FR is still being contrary for me - seems I have to 'post' at least twice every comment and every mail before it 'takes'.
