"mamak" poems - Hello Poetry

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.

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC

ln

Happy Independence Day, Malaysia.

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.

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Jumat, 13 Agustus 2010 Sekarang aku makin dewasa Bapak... Mamak... Aku... Anakmu kini 15 tahun Ya Allah Terima Kasih atas Rahmat-Mu Bapak, maaf bila esok ku tak berguna Mamak, maaf bila esok ku gagal Ya Allah, ampuni Hamba Semakin dewasa, semakin ku berdosa Tak sanggup aku melawan rasa itu Aku telah bercinta... Bercinta dengan nya Ku tahu dia tak pernah di sini Tuhan... Tuntunlah aku pada-Mu Aku merasa hina di hadapan-Mu Aku merasa hina di belakang orang tua ku Ampuni Hamba Ya Allah... Ku tahu t'lah berdosa Oh Tuhan, Aku bercinta dengannya di dalam khayal Creates by. Aridea .P

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Oct 19, 2011

Oct 19, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC

erikahandoko

#>Umur;>Dosa#

Jumat, 13 Agustus 2010 Sekarang aku makin dewasa Bapak... Mamak... Aku... Anakmu kini 15 tahun Ya Allah Terima Kasih atas Rahmat-Mu Bapak, maaf bila esok ku tak berguna Mamak, maaf bila esok ku gagal Ya Allah, ampuni Hamba Semakin dewasa, semakin ku berdosa Tak sanggup aku melawan rasa itu Aku telah bercinta... Bercinta dengan nya Ku tahu dia tak pernah di sini Tuhan... Tuntunlah aku pada-Mu Aku merasa hina di hadapan-Mu Aku merasa hina di belakang orang tua ku Ampuni Hamba Ya Allah... Ku tahu t'lah berdosa Oh Tuhan, Aku bercinta dengannya di dalam khayal Creates by. Aridea .P

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I am your mamak kinda girl, roti telur, roti planta, banjir, sambal lebih. I am your HS Cafe kinda girl, nasi putih makan, ayam goreng, kuah campur, sayur, kentang, nescafe ais bungkus. I am your warong kinda girl, nasi goreng kampung, telur goyang. I am your Kelisa manual kinda girl, anything that moves is fine, as long as we get there in one piece is good. But I am also your, "how are you?" kinda girl, where I expect you to tell me stories, share insights, and discuss your day. I am also your, "random question..." kinda girl, where I expect thoughts and opinions, discussions and deep conversations. I am also your, "tahu tak..." kinda girl, where I want to tell you my thoughts and opinions, for us to discuss further in our deeper conversations. Because I am more than just "that kinda girl". I am more than an introduction, or rising action, I am the ****** to your tale and I expect a falling action, which eventually leads to our resolution. I am a simple girl with simple satisfactions, but I only have one motivation, I cannot tolerate mediocrity when it comes to ideas and solutions. I expect love, power, and compassion, because it is with you that I expect my conclusion, which will eventually lead to our next destination, a new exposition.

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC

almazingg

Your mamak kinda girl

I am your mamak kinda girl, roti telur, roti planta, banjir, sambal lebih. I am your HS Cafe kinda girl, nasi putih makan, ayam goreng, kuah campur, sayur, kentang, nescafe ais bungkus. I am your warong kinda girl, nasi goreng kampung, telur goyang. I am your Kelisa manual kinda girl, anything that moves is fine, as long as we get there in one piece is good. But I am also your, "how are you?" kinda girl, where I expect you to tell me stories, share insights, and discuss your day. I am also your, "random question..." kinda girl, where I expect thoughts and opinions, discussions and deep conversations. I am also your, "tahu tak..." kinda girl, where I want to tell you my thoughts and opinions, for us to discuss further in our deeper conversations. Because I am more than just "that kinda girl". I am more than an introduction, or rising action, I am the ****** to your tale and I expect a falling action, which eventually leads to our resolution. I am a simple girl with simple satisfactions, but I only have one motivation, I cannot tolerate mediocrity when it comes to ideas and solutions. I expect love, power, and compassion, because it is with you that I expect my conclusion, which will eventually lead to our next destination, a new exposition.

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my skin doesn't feel so bad offering an oblation that i had cigarette to a man,sheets of newspaper bed for a night,mamak for ambience. perspective is evitcepsrep what's mine could be theirs and what's their could be mine. blessings untold and unfold only when the scissors hit the cloth and the tapestry of the veil begins to unroll.

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Aug 16, 2017

Aug 16, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC

denisewrites

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my skin doesn't feel so bad offering an oblation that i had cigarette to a man,sheets of newspaper bed for a night,mamak for ambience. perspective is evitcepsrep what's mine could be theirs and what's their could be mine. blessings untold and unfold only when the scissors hit the cloth and the tapestry of the veil begins to unroll.

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