helo friends,

Here is our poster for the MIN's assignment. This poster is taken from the text " we could **** you Mr. Birch" by Kee Thuan Chye.

The play is basically set up to question the accuracy of some historical facts in Malaysian history and it is about the assassination of the first British resident in Perak, JWW Birch. The actors are both themselves as well as the characters they play.

i found this video in youtube. seriously its hilarious but very informative. btw, Hepy MERDEKA friends!




let's us proud being Malaysian.

For those interested in Malaysian short films by the nation's up coming filmmakers, check out this http://15malaysia.com/films/.

Take care and may Malaysia prosper in the 21st century as a nation that knows its sense of identity and allows others to discover themselves while being its landscape.

Let's take a moment to honour the greatest Malaysian narrator ever - the late Yasmin Ahmad. I know this post is a little late in coming, but better late than never, right?

Anyway, I bet all of us remember the awesome ads she directed, like 'Tan Hong Ming Falls In Love' and all the heartwarming seasonal Petronas ads that I personally looked forward to, as they all represented Malaysia and Malaysians and showcased our cultural uniqueness. Under her directorship, movies like Sepet and Gubra tackled 'sensitive' issues with delicacy, humour and aplomb, showing us Malaysians that we aren't as touchy and prickly as was always assumed. Yasmin Ahmad opened our eyes and touched our hearts, and was the voice of Malaysia.

~May Lee

Everything you do is well thought-out, deliberate... Have you ever felt like just letting go... resting your mind, your soul? That is because I'm so confused. My mind weighs a ton, throbbing in every direction, trying to hold on to a semblance of normalcy. Though.... I'm failing miserably....

He maneuvered his way through the labyrinthine corridors, in search of a room that had been assigned to him by his college. It was dark and stuffy all around, and reeked of that 'laundry' smell that had seemed to settle itself into his every fibre. Students' hand-washed clothes hung like dead, stretched meat on sale at the night market at every available space. The smell was making his head throb.

When he finally reached his room, he pushed it open and was greeted by two Indian males. They acknowledged him with a mere nod and continued shoving things from a cardboard box into a wooden drawer that was provided. It then occurred to him that he had not brought anything at all. Not even the one thing that had seemed to matter the most before this. A sane mind...

He recalled something from a few days ago. He was stuck in a crowd of sweaty people, and some of those sweaty people waiting for the countdown to begin were his friends, except he suddenly found it hard to remember each and everyone of their names. Because they never mattered... and never would matter. An explosion of fireworks brightened up the dark sky, courting 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the eager crowd before it happened. The fireworks stopped abruptly. Everyone looked around in confusion, wondering what to feel about this when he plunged into a dreamlike state.

"WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!" a distant voice yelled.

It was in the dreamlike state that he saw two people running towards a green door nearby. Nobody in the crowd seemed to have noticed it, but by then, the crowd had already turned into useless mounds of meat before his eyes. Nothing else mattered then, except the two people who were running towards the door. He recognized one of them. Jacob, the quintessential cool guy that was in his class during secondary school, someone he'd tried to emulate during those years...

He ran in after them. A blinding blindness seemed to swallow the whole room up. The first thing he noticed in that brightly-lit room was the label, "Red Room", stuck atop another door. Jacob sat trembling at a desk, muttering, "I can't take this anymore... I can't......" He ignored Jacob and marched straight up towards a fat old lady sitting in the middle of the room.

"What place is this?" was his question.

"An institute for people inflicted by the Red Rose disease. These people believe in things they see in movies, and then succumb to insanity when triggered. Different people come with different triggers."

Funnily, he never saw the other guy that also ran into the room. His mind flashed back to the present and soon, he found himself muttering to himself, completely detached now from whatever was going on around him. Have you ever felt like letting go from this social aspect of your life? You just want to be alone, not for a while, but maybe forever... You don't want to act like you care. Well, that's because you really don't...

He stumbled out into the corridor and felt his way around with the walls. Where he was headed to, he wasn't really sure but one thing was certain, he had been in that place before. When he finally reached the door to his destination, an old lady approached him and said, "But you did not exhibit any signs of the disease!" He looked up at the label and finally broke down.

"Not where it appears, but where it matters."

Tee Pei Vin

Hey Guys! First and foremost, I would like to thank Dr. Raihanah for giving us a chance to share our ideas and opinions through this blog. Since this is my first posting, I am feeling lucky enough to be Malaysians and I have read Nur Hafizah’s posting on this song called “Here In My Home” by various Malaysian Artistes. I have a feeling that Malaysians are somehow bonded with a strong unity that only existed through harmonious nation. I am so proud that until now we are still one nation and will remain the same harmonious nation forever. Therefore, the lyrics in this song Malaysian Artistes For Unity (Here In My Home), connotes an extensive meanings of a Malaysian Nation. I didn’t copy the whole lyrics since it is too spacious, but here are parts of it.

Malaysian Artistes For Unity (Here In My Home)

Push back sister won't you push back?
Love won't wait, just keep pushing on
Yeah I'm strong, you ain't heavy
Oh don't you worry about that...
What we have shadows can't deny
Don't you know it's now or never?

(chorus)
Here in my home
I'll tell you what it's all about
There's just one hope, here in my heart
One love undivided
That's what it's all about
Please won't you fall in one by one?

(Malay)
Bertubi asakan berkurun lamanya
Hati ke depan mencari yang sayang
[Years of fears and years of tribulation
The heart keeps searching for that endless devotion]

(chinese)
Shou qian shou da jia yi qi zou, wo men dai biao guo ren kai kou wei lai jiu mei you diu zou
-[meaning: Hand in hand we'll march like blood brothers
I speak for my people, hope we'll find peace forever]

(tamil)
Inthe payanam payanamm yen vettri thaagam
Anthee kaana kaalam naam vetri raagam... nanba nanba
-[meaning: May the road ahead quench my thirst for success
May the road behind echo a song of the blessed]

(Bahasa Inggeris)
Yes I feel it in my bones, so I will let it be known
No matter where I roam this is home sweet home

There is something about the lyrics that makes me think that until now, we are able to stand up as One Malaysia. The chorus part refers Malaysia as “home” to all Malaysians and there is one hope that binds us together, that is to unite harmoniously. The other part of the song features language such as Malay, Chinese, Tamil, and English. After all, what language you speak, you will always be a proud Malaysian at heart.

AFIFAH HANANI YUSUF (A126294)

"will always be Malaysian at heart"