"malaysian" poems
Maybe it's the way the national flag flies so high
Despite the country's imperfections
Maybe it's the way we're united
Not separated, despite the difference in cultures,
Believes, traditions, languages
Maybe it's the way you see an Indian eating with chopsticks,
The way you see a Malay in a saree,
The way you see a Chinese making ketupat's for Hari Raya.
Maybe it's the unity you see,
Maybe it's the goosebumps you feel when you say Merdeka,
Maybe despite the hate you have towards history,
Deep down, you know how grateful you are to be Malaysian.
Maybe it's the way you walk into a mamak,
And say
" tauke tapau roti canai 1 milo ais 99 "
And maybe,
It lies in diversity,
Beyond everything else.
Malaysia, tanah tumpahnya darahku.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
Korean fashion experts have shared their know-how with Malaysia.
At the "K-Fashion Conference for Malaysia" in Kuala Lumpur on Feb. 16, a group of Korean professionals gave lectures under the topics "K-Fashion Design Trend Transition & Forecast," "Digital & Online Marketing Strategies," "Power Brand and Concept Development Strategies" and "How to enter the global market."
The Korea Fashion Association, the Malaysia External Trade Development Corporation (MATRADE) and the ASEAN-Korea Centre organized the event to strengthen the competitiveness of Malaysian fashion brands by improving the added value of the industry through brand development.
About 50 Malaysian fashion industry companies and related government officials attended.
"There is growing interest in K-fashion, along with the high popularity of Korean dramas and entertainment shows, making this workshop even more timely and meaningful," ASEAN-Korea Centre Secretary General Kim Young-sun said. "The Malaysian fashion industry has huge potential as it is currently ranked in the top five in the ASEAN fashion industry."
On Feb. 15 and 17, Korean experts visited local fashion merchandisers for market research and consultations.
According to the ASEAN-Korea Centre, the Malaysian fashion industry has had massive growth with the expansion of Islamic fashion markets.
MATRADE aims to boost the industry as the nation's leading exporter. It has been organizing Malaysia Fashion Week (MFW) since 2014 to make the capital a fashion destination in Asia.
The second MFW in 2015 featured designers from more than 15 countries, and over 300 booths showcased the quality products of Malaysian fashion brands to the domestic and foreign trade, accodring to the organization.
The ASEAN-Korea Centre is an intergovernmental organization established in 2009 with an aim to promote exchanges among Korea and the 10 ASEAN member states.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/bridesmaid-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
Anwar Ibrahim
Convicted of ****** in 2008
Acquitted in 2012
The Court of Appeal overturned the acquittal
He is currently serving his sentence
An aide to Anwar
Said he was sodomized by Anwar
****** even if consensual
Is punishable by up to 20 years in Malaysia
Anwar responded the complaint was politically motivated
Support for Anwar grown stronger
His wife is battling his conviction
Some say that political rival Dr. Mahathir
Will recover from his decrease in popularity
And remain in control
Because he helped Malaysia through a though economic time
Although it seems as though Anwar is gaining support
From a majority of the Malaysian people
Human rights groups accused Malaysia's government of using
An anachronistic colonial era law that criminalizes
"Carnal *********** against the order of nature"
To persecute Anwar
Anwar leads a three-party opposition that has become
Increasingly popular in the predominantly Muslim nation
This is not just
Anwar has been wrongly accused
I will pray for his wife
And his supporters
Stay strong Anwar
You are an innocent man
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
Who can mark exactly when
the Malaysian plane
stopped being important
to consumers of news?
And if I disappeared in
the South China Sea,
how long would they care
or televise me?
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
Aqua, bright fresh water
we oft get in the Malaysian Airlines
but not in the MH 370
where art Thou?
where are you all now?
when people and media around the world
bow in your case somehow
still hope you are all alive
i knew that you made that one big dive
right to the bottom of the ocean
all those inspectors are still saying
we can hear your phones are still ringing
my heart, my body and soul
knew: you all are not whole
anymore, but you were just freezing in the cool
do not make me a fool
that big birdie right to the bottom
with that rapid speed
as if to a large concrete
MH 370 you are now in freezing coolest water
know, that we all still bother
between air-intro space
or salted water filled ground
with the deepest bound
no matter what, we still care about you all
what only matters how long have you been suffering
in that suffocating small space between those walls
we all heard you sing
whatever Thy Response, i do understand Thee
no matter what, it's Thy divine decision
oh Lord, that suffocating air on the bottom of the Indian Ocean
how they were suffocated altogether suffered
and that only 2500 km away from Perth
but i trust Thee Lord, Thou hath Thy own reason
whatever may be Thy divine decision and Thy precision
may all passengers be altogether in greatest peace and ease
may they all really be released and now Rest In Peace....
© Sylvia Frances Chan
AD.Saturday 22nd March 2014~~at 3.09 hrs a.m.~~
ADDED Notes:
Since 11th March this MH 370 has disappeared from the radar navigation~~since then I had watched each hour of every day TV journals~~~till today they have found the wreck~~~the chinese in Beijing announced the news today~~
CORRECTED on Monday AD. 24th March 2014 21.12 hrs. pm~~ Malaysia too has announced this news, that they have found the wreck TODAY 24th March at 2500 km away from PERTH, West-Australia at the bottom of the Indian Ocean~~~~~~~~
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
Fibromyalgia, microfibral mania, Malaysian phalanges making
fibrous writing utensils used for playing fetch with Fido.
The point is moot.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
I like you.
I like you a lot.
I want to be bored with you.
I want to hold weekly board meetings over the topic of you.
I could impress the shareholders. What do you think?
I think you enjoy honesty, and despise flattery.
Believe me, I know the difference. I hope you do too.
I am no wily flatterer
I would never say something like, “I’ll sail to the MOON for you,”
something impossible and irrelevant. With the consistency of soupy puke.
I should just as soon say,
“I WILL jump recklessly from the top of a very tall tower, and land—perfectly intact and unharmed
… for you.”
I hope I am not the only one who sees a problem with this sort of logic.
So instead I’ll say:
Let the madness of what this fixation has turned me into, fuel my fears and my ambitions and drive me therefore, to construct a missile, with enough space inside to harness only myself, enough kick in the engine to erase my past—and all the laws of life as we know it.
I will have those memorized by then, and plan to have my hands on new laws unforeseen by any of the other
mainstream earthlings;
maybe using my new third eye to grasp at something up there that was previously air —
& I will beg this nonconsensual devotion you’ve evoked in me please grant me the derision to press the button, and launch myself into that forgetful lazy river that contains all the planets, asteroids, black holes, spaceships, a lonely-wandering U.S. radio transmitter, spilt-paint nebulas, one of Tiger Woods’ golf ***** a drunken astronaut, some of the crew from that Malaysian airplane (you know, the one that went missing), and also there are suns (often called stars), and moons, and there has gotta be a little love floating around somewhere with the celestial ants
and supernovas
and EVERYTHING.
and dissimilarly nothing you can grasp.
to the Moon?
sure,
why not babe,
if moon-rocks could somehow make you fall in love with me,
I would plan to rob the Smithsonian (or probably a similar museum of history but one with less security),
and if that ended up a no-go,
thenyeah.
Mad. Zoom.
straight to the ******* moon for you.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
Wake up
Wake up
Its time to go
You’ve said good-bye
Now let’s go.
Eight years of my life
Flashed before my eyes
(But really it was only four)
It was time to leave.
Two weeks spent travelling
A seemingly endless time
Upon return
There’s nowhere to go
No place to call home.
Let’s go
Let’s go
It’s time to leave,
You’ve packed your bags
Now let’s go.
A few weeks for exploration
Then it’s time to meet new people
School starts
And the months go by
I want to be home.
A year is up
So much has happened
I’ve made new friends
And it sort of feels like home
Without the memories.
Goodbye
Goodbye
You’ve made new friends
Now it’s time they leave
Now they go.
A new year has started
More friends to make
New countries to explore
Time flies by
Where is home?
The year is ended
Flights are booked
Home is in sight…
But at journeys end
It feels like a different world.
Hurry up
Hurry up
It’s time to make your second goodbyes
The tickets are ready
Now it’s time to go.
Without a thought
A new year starts
Old friend’s new friends
All together
Not tearing apart.
Another year passes
Where has the time gone?
It’s halfway through the year
Another goodbye
The end of the year; add three more.
Wait!
Wait!
It’s time for me to go
I’m not ready to say goodbye
Now it’s time to go.
The months drag on
As I make new friends
(There are no old)
The year is almost up
I’m longing for a home.
Summer is gone and school has started
New cities to adventure to
Sports in different countries.
Friends have changed
And some stayed the same.
Farewell for now
Farewell for now
It’s time to leave
But I’ll see you all
At summers end.
Friends and drama
Fights are breaking out
All I want
Is to disappear
And go home.
School ends without a change
(Fights and drama surround us all)
A new year starts
Things finally work out
But it’s not the same.
Come on
Come on
It’s time to leave
It’s our last trip
Now let’s go.
Our final year
Things are weird
The truth is pushed aside
Where no one can see it
The year goes on.
Graduation
Nobody wants to be the first
To say the unwanted words
That will bring an end
To the past four years.
Goodbye
Goodbye
It’s time to go our separate ways.
I’ll go here you’ll go there
Now it’s time to go.
9 years have flown by
Now I’ve left and I don’t know who I am
I’m meeting new people
And trying to find my way
Away from everything I knew.
All I know is
I’m American; but not really
I’m Malaysian; but not really
I’m a part of a different culture
Mixed between the two.
Here I am
Here I am
It’s time to embrace the new
I’m here now
Now it’s time to explore the new.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
Home...
What is home?
Is it the people you know?
Or is it the collection of objects you own?
How about the pets and family in life?
Home...
Where is home?
Is home where the heart is?
Or is home the place you live?
How about the place you spent most of your life?
Home...
I don't know what
Or even where
My home is
Here or there, depending on the day.
Home...
I miss the eternal summers.
I miss my friends.
I miss the cultural differences.
I miss Asia.
Home...
A place that's forever in your dreams and heart.
A place that fills that little missing piece.
A place to be yourself, even if you don't know it.
A place that continuously calls to you, no matter how far away.
Home...
I miss my home
But now,
Now I must make a new one.
Now I must long for my home, thousands of miles away.
Home...
I may not be Malaysian
But my home is Malaysia, not America.
But I must accept
That America is my new place of residence.
Home...
I want to go back
But I can't.
America is my new residence.
I need to embrace the change.
Home...
I may be American
But
I am Malaysian
At heart.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
So who is Sharina Salad?
Well she is Malaysian and a great writer
She was my mentor on another website
And but for her I probably wouldn't be writing now
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
on the the water
somewhere this
then an
many different ideas
an unused phone
balcony, cracked lips, eggs
a party, someone left
copious, the birds
cold feet, an golden trees
hung over
the, the Pigeon
after the clean outside
matters, 7 bottles of wine
breeze twitter, plate
but then, a sketchbook
a red curtain, the brother
empty, difficult
police, for what it's worth
water, floor
sue, it is a
another cure
sister, a Malaysian
dry, another one
screen, front door
whispering sun
firehose cloud
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
Here I am, halfway across the globe,
Seven continents away from home,
Isolated by barriers of roaring seas,
With no one but myself for familiar company.
Weeks and weeks of new faces in classes,
Campus teeming with foreign masses,
Culture shock is an understatement,
everything that I see suffers my judgement.
Chinese Malaysian - my identity,
becomes dissected and questioned by all I meet.
Tired of having to explain my heritage,
Tired of feeling like I need to change.
White and yellow - a clash so supreme.
"Shoes off by the front door, if you please,"
this request met with countless clueless faces,
then I remember: different customs, different places.
I made friends, I wasn't alone,
but they're different from friends from home.
It was nice on the surface but I wanted connection,
understanding of my culture and recollection.
Then I met you that fall Halloween night,
though fireworks were scarce, things were alright,
I left the party with no expectations,
us being Asians didn't mean a connection.
Then we saw each other every Monday,
your friends became my friends, here to stay.
Then that winter night clicked us into place,
there was no escape from threads of fate.
You were born here and this land is your home,
but when I see you, I feel it all in my bones.
Connection is true, my heart feels at ease,
when I'm with you, there is nothing but peace.
I find home in you when I need it most,
when I feel alone, like my past are my ghosts.
You tell me we ate the same snacks in our childhoods,
celebrated the same festivals, loved the same foods.
Your grandma speaks the language of my mother,
joss sticks at the altar to venerate your grandfather,
the more I love you, the more I realize,
we were continents apart but lived the same lives.
"I found my home in you" sounds so cliche,
but it's so much more than just something to say.
It's the truth and it means the world to me
that we can connect both of our histories.
Destiny, fate, sweet serendipity,
It's wonder you wound up here with me,
It only took me eight thousand miles
to find you, i hope this lasts a while.
Here I am, halfway across the globe,
it turns out, not so far from home,
Now homesick takes on more than one meaning,
how lucky am I for this very feeling.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
THE AMERICANS SPELL GREY WITH AN 'A,'
THEY LACK SUBTLETY SO THEY SAY,
THAT ALL CATS ARE GREY IN THE DARK,
AND IF YOU ASK A DOG - 'DOES IT HURT?
HE'LL REPLY -
'ONLY WHEN I BARK!'
SOMEONE BOUGHT ME SOME KEY RINGS,
SHOWING A MAP OF PENANG AND AUSTRALIA,
A MALAYSIAN DOLLAR - THEN I HEARD THE DOG HOLLER,
THEN I HEARD THAT YOU COULD SPELL CENTRE TWO WAYS,
MAYBE YOU COULD MAKE A CHOICE ON DIFFERENT DAYS,
I SUPPOSE THAT WE SHOULD HAVE A THANKSGIVING FOR ALL
THAT, WE HAVE AN I-POD, I-PHONE AND A SAT-NAV,
LIFE'S A TURKEY, A BARKING DOG AND A BEACH,
WHEN I GO FOR THE DYE - IT'S OUT OF REACH!
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
It is a lonely night here,
As with all nights I have witnessed in Sydney.
The cold licks at my feet the same way
My cat back home used to with my hands.
I miss the warmth of a Malaysian day,
A steady flow of vape clouds and gaming
To which there was no end.
The course I've taken upon myself
does it's job at making me feel that
My intellect is inadequate -
A days worth of reading and
Nothing has been retained.
The notes I have penned have
Seemingly done me no good.
I'm afraid of many things -
And fear seems to be a mistress
To me lately. She curls up next to me
As I try to slip into slumber,
Whispers words of regret in ever
Leaving and runs her fingers
Through my hair, as a glimpse of she
Who I had come to love
Crosses my mind.
Forever longing to be with her,
The one soul I cannot have right now,
The one smile and laugh and voice and kiss
That I cannot bear to be away from,
Is the only one I ever think about.
I have made myself so miserable
Through the irony that is my decisions.
I miss her and a part of me hopes in entirety that the coming months go past as fast as they can.
I can't even write properly. My heart is in a different continent.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
the rain falling in sheets down the windows
they form the perfect setting for a horror movie
not those Western kinds, mind-
give me Japanese ghouls peering into the bus' windows that I sit across from,
give me Malaysian banshees crawling on the roof of the bus.
Lord, give me a gruesome death, one that I have to fight for:
give me some spirit, some passion that will rise within me and consume me wholly, this need to live:
the fire that does not exist now.
The rain continues on pouring.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
I've always been in a hunt on a perfect teh-peng.
*Toastbox's
& Ya Kun’s are my favorite.*
I never drink that perfect combination of iced tea, sugar and milk since I got back here.
I cross around the city,
I went to almost every Singaporean's and Malaysian's restaurant in here,
*But nothing can compare to Yakun's
Or even Toastbox's.*
I know,
It's only a glass of milk tea,
What makes it a big deal.
I spent 3 years living in Singapore.
& almost every day I got a glass of teh-peng everywhere I go.
& 3 years for me is enough to learn and know which teh-peng is the best;
which is the worst.
Now, it's already been a year since I left Singapore.
& truth to be told, I already forgot how it tastes.
I already forgot how it always makes my day.
How can you miss something, that you already forgot how it was?
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC
I can handle
***** looks there
and insults here
I can handle
your hatred
and their sneers
But misunderstandings are out of my control
How you choose to understand me is out of my hold
What I said myself, I can be called out for
But what you heard, is my worry no more
And I could care less
About your interpretation
When it's like I speak English
And your language is set on Malaysian
I'm sick and tired of apologising to you
Especially when it's for your own wrong judgment too
Why should I be saying sorry
For how somebody else sees me
I forgave you
Although you never did ask for it
And I accepted the apology
Although I never did recieve it
I try to look from your side
So much that I forget to defend my side
For once look at things from my point of view
Maybe actually listen, before trying to get your point through
I can say sorry for unintentionally hurting you
But saying sorry for an innocent action is something I won't do
So for the love of God get this huge misunderstanding out of your mind
That you'll walk away after twisting my words and I'll cry over being left behind
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
S / DRI / 9 Visa PFD 10) 400 37 10 40 -
Seven (Goats et al.) 45.19 41.37 40 41
33 31 552 GMT GMT Marcus 90 90 4 = 9.8%
14.4 GPS Ducks or United States US USA
Latin America 4 MT Tim Rice Point -26 -
41.42 The Wooly 40.9% sample is not very good.
Malaysian double.GPS is still that; are you alone
in the forest of GPS? Channel 2. The 2 channel
is rich in Australia, Africa Greek terrorists
do not forget this anniversary. S / DRI / 9UU.
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is Centaurea, more, 80, 80, A, 20.80.8, etc.) 552 31
40 41 9 33 45.19 41.37 GMT gave 4 = 90, 14.4%
from 8 slice Timothy 4 m GPS . 4 2 2% -
A channel groove groove is required S / DRIVE /
9 Visa PEDE 10) 400 37 10 40 - Seven (Goats et al.)
45.19 41.37 40 41 33 31 552 GMT Marcus 90
90 4 = 9.8% 14.4 GPS or United States of America,
Latin America
4 MT Tim Point - 26 - 41.42 Woody The 40.9%
sample is very good. Malaysian double. GPS
is still that. Are you in the forest of GPS? Channel 2
Two channels are rich in Australia, African Greek
terrorists forget the anniversary. S / DRI / 9UU.
1 PSK, PFD 10) 400 37 -. 10 40 - Oh, Livi (Goat is
Centaurea, more, 80, 80, A, 20.80.8, etc.) 552 31
40 41 9 33 45.19 41.37 GMT 4 = 90, 14.4%.
4 2 2% - Channel groove required
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC