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Thank you for your time.

Spreading love,

Sam.

In reference to my post "something to ponder about"

ZURA OM said...

with regards to your quite interesting topic, heres what i think=)
Malaysians speak the English Language for various reasons;(what i mean by this is those who regularly speak this language-as their second language)
1. betterment of life
2. passion
3. boasting
and at times, it's hard to differ which category a person with broken english falls into.-whether they boast, wanna learn or know it's for the greater good.
at initial stage, the language itself was supposedly a tool for communication, where tons of scientific research from other languages are translated into english for the world to also keep up and get updated with the newfound discoveries made by the french, latinos, greek etc which is the main reason why it was introduced in our country and also for us to keep up with the global modernization.
now that we've partially reached our goal, english has more likely become a tool for measuring one's social caste, standard or status. if you can converse well, you intimidate and are one class above. but if you don't you're just...normal. better yet, one class below.
thus we now use it not to keep up with the modernization nor excitedly get our minds fed with latest research but to upgrade ourselves, to reach 'that' so called high standard and basically, to not feel intimidated by someone of the same race who could speak better english than we do. we have strayed from the initial purpose of using/learning english.
and that has somewhat made us judgmental towards each other. with every grammatical error we utter defines our social standard/status and we just can't help ourselves for criticizing them/not being concerned for their terrible english because we ourselves aren't certain of whether they boast, wanna learn or know it's for the greater good.
long-winded i know. but that's what i think=))hope it's acknowledged.

Thank you for the thoughtful comment Zura and I do agree with you. You are definitely fairly acknowledged :)

sleepless nights and daydreams

Hello! Just a quickie from me.
I've been wanting to blog for a few days now. I always have something on my mind and have been itching to post it here. But as you all know, in true Hanan form, I get lazy and the idea tends to float away and disperse into blurriness.

Asides from that, I've also been trying to change my blog template. There are new templates installed in Blogger and they look so tempting @_@
But it's hard to find one like the one I'm currently using.

What do you think people? Let me know your opinions on whether I should or should not change my template.
Frankly, I like my blog's look right now. And since it's no longer available, my blog feels quite special! Don't you think? :D


Spreading love,
Sam.

something to ponder about

Well well well now if it isn't Miss Hanan blogging on her blogspot again... Sorry for being M.I.A. once again and sorry for being sorry that I was M.I.A. countless of times. Alas! I have found the time and effort to post yet another opinion or something that I would love to share with all of my followers. Do read and drop your comments. We can discuss about this issue together! :D



"I went to KLCC just now and while I trying a Nike sport shoe, I saw this guy so cute too in Stadium. OMG blushing and my heart go fast dup dap dup dap. He look like the guy from Taylor Swift music video. I die :)"

Now now, before all of you get excited, I'm not going to talk about the brand Nike nor am I going to talk about Taylor Swift. It was a spur of the moment thing so her name suddenly popped, you know....

In this post here, I'm going to touch on the topic of Broken English. For those who don't know what's the definition of broken english (which I highly doubt), it's a term to describe the grammatically incorrect English of some native-speakers. In other words, it's english but spoken in a manner like the context above.

For people who are really fluent in this particular language, those who converse or write in broken english or simply fail to speak the language correctly are a huge pain in the butt. They find it so hugely irritating that they feel like slapping the other person across the table (of course, the one who's speaking english brokenly) and tell them to go to school again. It is a disgrace for some people of "standard" if one cannot speak the english language correctly. The normal reactions would be;

Exhibit A. Posh lady wearing designer brands.
"It's caviar... Don't you know what that means?" "I'm speaking in english so you best reply in english too!"

Exhibit B. "Cool" school girls.
"You know what, the other day I saw her Facebook status and she said like, 'I wants a boyfriend so that I happy'. HAHAHAHA. Check your english first or else no one wants you! LAME." "Teacher: The cheers girls please stay back after school. Students: Hahaha cheers?? CheerS? And you call yourself a teacher..."

You see, here in Malaysia, being able to speak in english is considered an "honour" or more likely having a certain "status" in the community. The common perception is, if you can't speak, you're a "kampung" (a village folk). My question is, why is the english language so worshiped by us Asians? Sure I get it, in order to be successful and reach beyond our borders, we should know the international language la di da di da...
But why is it a disgrace for a Malay girl who receives Malaysian education to not speak english fluently?
Why are these people who speak broken english shun?
Why?

An individual knows whether he or she is good in being linguistic. Heck, I'm a Malay and I've to admit that my Malay is not strong. But I did not say that I'm brilliant in English either. Dan saya bangga saya pandai berbahas dalam bahasa ibunda saya. What I can say is, instead of telling these types of people to go shove their english somewhere else or just "cakap BM je laaa", we should support them because they are learning. Critic all you want, but all those criticism won't get them anywhere. Correct them if you will and sooner or later maybe they'll be like this;

"I went to KLCC just now and while I was trying a pair of Nike sport shoes, I saw this guy who is so cute and he was in Stadium too. OMG, I was blushing so hard and my heart ran a million miles per hour. He looks like the guy from Taylor Swift's music video. I died and gone to heaven :)"


Be proud of your mother tongue homies! And like the Chinese and the Japs, we too will be just as successful.


Love,
Sam.

i love you blog

Hi :)

Did you miss me? Well I can tell you this, I so freaking missed blogging! It's 2.52 in the morning now and I'm feeling darn inspired. I apologize for going awol on you guys (or to whomever thats reading this).

Okay, quick updates;

• I'm 17 and I already own my driving license (check)
• SPM season is on and 3 papers down WUHOO
• I got fatter... Seriously
• Now that I'm blogging, I don't know what to say
• I still love being random

Reading my past posts brings back colourful memories. It shows how much spunk I've got and I've sort of realized that I'm not really sure if I can be that person again. Don't get me wrong, I'm still me but I've matured a lot in thinking. I hope that one day I'll use this blog as a medium to speak and to reach out in a whole new other way that I've been doing before. People's gotta change, truths has to be spoken and rights has to be justified. I'll do it. I can make it.

Hahaha what am I talking about? Back to the old self again. Sigh, Hanan.. Hanan..

Well it's awesome that I get to blog again. I'll blog soon, InsyaAllah.

Spreading love,

-Sam

this is how we do it

I've got only 12 posts in 2010 so far. 13 including this one. Holy crap.
But it still surprises me that some people drop by here once in a while. My lovable friends do too :')


Brain.Not.Functioning. Not.Gonna.Talk.Much.Bye.

My very own "Vampire vs. Werewolf" picture :D

spender

Now, who says Superman is not a fashion icon?

what lies beneath

I have come to terms with the saying; "don't judge a book by its cover". Regardless of how many times I've wrote the phrase in my essays and advices (yes, I give out advices I can't take), I can't help judging people by how they appear physically.

There is this one kid in school who looks really innocent. Like muka tak cukup umur punya innocent. She is younger than me, obviously. Quite petite and kind of quiet. Well, thats how I see it. But hey was I wrong. She turned out to be the type who hangs with boys after school. Alone. And walks back to school later on and wait for her parents to fetch her. She also got called by the school's discipline teacher a few times.

Or maybe this other girl I first laid eyes on at the nearby mamak restaurant from school. I never saw her before. Zkay pointed out the girl to me saying that that girl is from our school and she wears the tudung. Ahh, maybe thats why I haven't seen her around. She sat at the back of the restaurant, tudungless, with a table-full of SJI boys. One of em must be her boyfriend.

On that day, I took the evening bus home. So I had like 3 hours to kill before the afternoon batch finishes school. I went to Popular Bookstore to accompany Zkay and was fancying an Alice In Wonderland book which looked so authentic and rustic in a way. Then went back to school and waited for my bus to come. While waiting, a girl came to me and asked me for my assistance. Her crisis? Add maths. Should've known. Thankfully, I remembered those vague memories on how to tackle last years' crap. But there was still a lot of time to waste before bell rings. Which led me on my way to Cap Square and guess what? I saw that tudungless girl. Again. But this time, it was just her and her boyfie. Oh boy did I gave her the stare.

You see, we are easily deceived by what we see. Something so pretty could be ugly on the inside. Someone who looks easy on the eyes may have rotten secrets. But not every ugly piece of junk appears to be worthless. Just like diamonds, you have to dig hard to see its' true self.

I hate curse words (even if I use them occasionally). But I really hate it when those words are enunciated infront of adults or worse, kids. SMALL-FREAKING-NAIVE-KIDS.

This guy (code name: X) is from SJI and happens to be in the same bus as I am. As you all should know, my bus is jammed packed with kids from primary school. And X is totally oblivious to the fact that these kids will pick up whatever language they don't even understand what and how to use em! I can't even count the times he curses in one day. It's so pathetic and he gets on my nerves every time he yells a bad word. I seriously despised his attitude, his mintak-penampar-face and his hair which looks like a violation to fashion. I hope he doesn't kiss his mom with that mouth.

It was one of those days where I had to take the train back home. As usual, I'll get down at Setiawangsa, walk to the back and pass by a woman who stays there everyday and begs for money before taking a cab back home. I wish I could offer the lady a lot more than just only 1 ringgit whenever I had enough to spare. As I was walking to the taxi stand, I noticed a school boy walking ahead. He looked somewhat familiar and his hair is giving me ideas of who he might be. When I got closer, I finally recognized that it was X. Hmm. Abruptly, he stopped. Infront of the lady. After his hands danced in his pockets, he took out a few 1 ringgit notes and placed it in the lady's cup. Bless his soul, for I was shocked, surprised and thankful to see him do that. It really caught me off guard, I mean, HIM of all people?

Like the saying goes, never judge a book by its cover.

connection

Have you ever had a spark between a complete stranger?

I was coming back from school after a tiring day. Because I missed my bus, I had to take the train. It was just as normal as any other train rides I've had before until a guy came in from Dang Wangi or was it KLCC and sat directly across from where I was. Well, you know us humans, we have the tendency to look at moving things. So I looked at him. And then looked away. Then thought he looked like someone I know and is kinda cute. The temptation to look again was instantly there.

I looked. Our eyes met. Then hurriedly try to focus on something else. But I still want to look at him.

I looked. Again. Our eyes scoured the space, in need of a focal point.

I did get to notice a few things about him. Obviously, he is a working man. Not that old. Huge eyes and decent hair. He had a laminated page of a newspaper and the headline read something about AF. Weird..

When he got out on the Ampang Park station, I grabbed my last chance to look. As my eyes waited for his appearance on the escalator, his eyes met mine once more.

And that was it.