Saturday, February 26, 2011

Oh! (laughs)

It is never easy letting go.
It is not hard getting hurt.

It takes courage to be released from fantasy;
and accept the pain of reality.

You sit there, a distance away,
while
I sit here watching, thinking
and
wishing.

I ask myself
'What did I do wrong?"
"Did I fail somewhere?"
"Or, was it my own fault for not avoiding this problem before it took place?"

I look at myself,
my finger is pointing to me,
it was me, who wrought this
upon myself.

Wisdom says,
"If you love them, you would want the best for them"
and the best isn't me.

conscience sets in;
you have to move on.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Marry the ones we love or loving the ones we marry?

This question was posted up by our lecturer in Critical Thinking class:

Does a good marriage lie in marrying the man\woman you love or loving the man\woman you marry?

Read it again.

The first question that usually pops in one's mind is; is there a difference to it?
Yes, there is a difference in it. The former asks you whether a good marriage is based upon being with the one you love for the rest of your life. The second question asks you that whether a good marriage means being married to someone and then we are compelled to love them.

Marriage is a bond, may it be legal, emotional or spiritual; but a marriage is a bond of dedication and strength. To be married to someone else, is like giving your life away to the other person. A marriage is very courages thing for a man or woman to take up. It isn't as easy as it is.

In this modern society, marriage is often treated as a play-thing, a trend or so it seems. Many have failed in understanding the true meaning of marriage- whereby marriage is the gift of one self to another individual.

Now back to the question: Does marriage lie in marrying the one you love or loving the one you had married?

Marrying the one you love, is usually the answer for most. To completely give you life over to another person and making an unbreakable promise to the opposite party is the vast leap one has to take to make that marriage successful. Though, marrying the one you love, is a challenge itself; will the love inevitably last? Will it sustain till both of the couple rest in peace? Love between two people lasts only when both want it to last. If one of the two fails to love the other, then the mutual feeling for each other differs and problems, emotionally and socially persists. So the case now here is, to marry, are we going to love then forever, till eternity? Is the marriage going to last as long as we ourselves make it last.

Loving the one you marry, is another way to look at marriage. In this case, it refers to getting married first and then the effort to love him or her contrary to the previous question whereby that is loving the person then having to commit physically. In loving the person you marry, one has to completely tolerate and give in fully to the person that you have been binded with. It does not necessarily mean that you love that person or that person loves you back (in extreme cases) but is the commitment you have to make in making that marriage successful. Here we examine the course of nature that love brews when we are legally bound to the other party. Ask this to ourselves, if I were to marry him\her, will it work? Do I really want to give my life to him\her? Will I make it work?

Marriage is commitment where one has to make and not giving up so easily. Marrying usually depends on love and love depends on relying on each other. So what is marriage to you?


Love as defined by Robert Sternberg is divided into three main components: Intimacy, passion and commitment. In these three cases, a couples love is usually based on intimacy and passion, to intimacy and commitment and finally to commitment.

Marriage in this context is based on the modern society. The general public; where marriage is usually commercialized by the mass media. Nevertheless the bond and vow of marriage is still ever pure.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

The lingo of cool?

Adapted from Mind Your English, The Star Newspaper January 28 2011.

The lingo of cool?
By DR HASLINA HAROON


Using English may be deemed fashionable, but sometimes it ends up just being silly.

ONE of my students came back from Japan some time ago and gave me a piece of pie made from flaky pastry which was wrapped in clear plastic. I made myself a cup of tea, ripped the plastic and began to eat it.

As I was doing so, I began examining the wrapper, as I normally do when I am eating something new (not that the nutrition information had any effect on my decision to consume the pie). Beneath the words “Leaf Pie” was a description of the product. It read: “This aromatically baked pie with delicate sensibility accompanies with multi-layers repeatedly pailed up”. If seeing the calorie content of the pie earlier did not stop me in my tracks, reading the description certainly did. Can something be baked aromatically? A pie with delicate sensibility? I was stumped but not wanting to waste a good piece of pastry, I consumed every tiny morsel of it. The pie was gone within minutes but the description lingered on in my mind.

The funny thing was that a few days later, I received something in my mailbox – a flyer from a hypermarket, a leaflet promoting a new beauty saloon, and one interesting pamphlet from a local furniture outlet. The first two went straight to the bin but the last one seemed rather interesting. The furniture looked exclusive and would probably look better in a trendy townhouse rather than my own tired-looking terrace but I just could not let go of it.

The pamphlet was indeed impressive but sadly the same thing cannot be said about the text accompanying some of the products. Next to a nice dining set was the following description, if you could call it that: “There is gene filling around the view, it is as happiness, sweet and warm, and the thoughts are cleared in details. nobody knows where does confidence come from. Maybe it has thousands of resources, millions of embodiments, but when we are faced with the warm and real house, the confidence is easy to be found, placing myself into complete space, closing eyes, such as the extending branch, color stretching and white cloud disappearance field in deep heart becomes lovely soon ...”

I must have suffered extreme emotional distress and shock upon reading it, and consequently became temporarily insane because the next thing I knew, I was picking up the phone and calling the furniture outlet. The moment someone answered, I proceeded to tell her what was bugging me, and spent a good five minutes doing so.

At the end of my monologue, there was, for a moment, an eerie silence at the other end of the line. Then came a curt reply, “You want to buy what?”, a response that meant that there was really no point in continuing the conversation. So I hung up. (I kept the pamphlet, though, for it serves a purpose – whenever I go through my students’ assignments and feel horrified at the kind of English they were using, I would retrieve the pamphlet and compare that with my students’ work and suddenly all was well again).

The above are classic examples of English being used because it is seen as fashionable, because it lends an air of sophistication, and because of the mistaken belief that anything with English on it will look cool and trendy. In other words, words in English form part of the design. Whether or not the words make sense is a different matter altogether.

It is difficult to say whether what I’ve described above has anything to do with translation, as they appeared in only one language. However, I’ve seen signs with texts in both English and some other language that I’m pretty sure some form of translation must have taken place. I was at a bakery some time ago and while queuing up, I saw a sign which says “Tolong cuci sebelum anda meninggalkan tempat ini.” Beneath this sentence was its translation in English, which read: “Please keep cleaning before you leave this place.” I managed a small chuckle, and remembering the incident with the furniture store and not wanting to come across as a language police, I bit my lip, paid for my croissant and had a good laugh after that.

I honestly do not want to work at that particular bakery even if it were the last place on Earth to offer a decent job. Imagine all the cleaning I would have to do!

I’ve found similar signs with appalling translations in English on the Internet and I get so much enjoyment from them that sometimes after coming across some really funny ones, I laugh to myself, often with tears streaming down my face.

There was one sign which showed the picture of a woman in a bright orange life-vest, with her hands tugging at the cords attached to the vest. The picture came with texts in two languages, one of which was English, which I assumed was the translation since it appeared below the text in the foreign language. Although I did not understand the meaning of the original text, I’m sure it meant something like, “To manually inflate the life-vest, pull the connecting strings”. The translation, however, read: “Please pull a string when you swell manually”.

And then, there’s the sign in front of an elevator: “Do not use elevator, while causing fire”. An arsonist would take it that it’s fine to cause fire, provided that he uses the stairs.

If that’s not funny enough, the sign barring people from entering a construction site would definitely have you in stitches. The translation in English was: “During the work prohibition against penetration”. Although I can come up with at least two possible interpretations of the sentence, I’m pretty sure what it really meant was “Do not enter while work is in progress”.

The thing about translation is that it requires not just an understanding of the source language but also the ability to write well in the target language. And taking about writing well, I realised from looking at the website where I found all those funny signs that the misspellings of some food items sometimes achieve a certain unintended humour. How could you not laugh at a restaurant menu featuring “french flies”, “lice omlet”, “fried crap”, and to top it all “flesh juice“.

Of course, none can compete with that shop selling “uncared ham” (that poor neglected pig!). I think what it meant was “uncured ham”. And what about the water dispenser with labels specifying where people can get “HOT WALTER” and “CHILLED WALTER” (obviously, Walter’s been badly abused).

And then, there was a poster featuring an assortment of cheese, and in big bold letters were the words “CHEESE FEAR” (Aaaarghh! I’ve always been terrified of mozzarella and cheddar). Of course, what they really meant was “CHEESE FAIR”.

I discussed this with my son at home, hoping that I would be able to impress upon him the importance of being able to write and spell well. Later that same evening, we went out for dinner at a newly-opened restaurant not far from the house. What was meant to be a good time out with the family, dining on good food, soon turned into an opportunity for a spelling lesson. The children and I nevertheless really enjoyed our “lamp chop”. As for the husband, although the item he chose from the menu filled him with a certain amount of trepidation, he nevertheless found his “rip eye steak” to be extremely enjoyable.

> Dr Haslina Haroon is a lecturer in Translation Studies at the School of Humanities, Universiti Sains Malaysia, Penang.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Project: Rain.

It was a dark afternoon that day in January. The clouds covered the bright afternoon sun, the wind was cold, it gave a tingly feeling when it touched the skin. Then, drops of water fell from the sky, bit by bit, and then just in an instant later, it rained. It rained so heavy that you couldn't even stand in the rain without getting slightly bruised. It kept on raining for awhile.

Mustafa Azim stood by the window inside his three storey house. Looking out into the dark afternoon sky. His back facing me, as I sat there clutching my laptop atop my lap as I rested my legs on the footstool. The room was furnished with a long table and a few chairs, two armchairs, which one of it I was sitting on, shelves of books and folios, a glass pane in the middle of the room drawn on complex equations and graphs, a large wall which was turn into a whiteboard, it too was stuck on by newspaper articles and numerous mathematical equation and a coffee machine on the counter by the door.

I put my laptop onto the side table, and stood up. I walked towards Mustafa, and held his shoulder. He didn't look back, he just stood there staring blankly into the dark afternoon.
I joined him and looked at the dark sky with him, then he slowly turned his head to me;

"Do you think this will work?"

I look back at him, my eyes narrowed, "Where is your faith my brother?"

He smiled and gave a slight nod. He turned and went to sit in one of the armchairs. He leaned back and stretched his arms behind his head. With my back facing him, I said,

"Look, Mustafa, it is only a matter of time before the government notices our contributions to the country. I mean how rich can people be?"

I heard him giving out a small grunt. He and I both knew that one day or another the government will give in to our project. Everyone knew that this is a project that no other country will turn down. The only thing that kept us from selling our technology to the Americans, Russians or the EU was our patriotism. We believed that our mother land, Malaysia will give their full support in this.

But now we have doubts.

"Our own country funded us with fifteen million Ringgit; and how much did they fund that ridiculous movie about a teenage love gone wrong in Johor? twenty-five million!?" Mustafa said it clearly with contempt in his voice.

I turned to look at him. He was right, the government funded tax payers money on entertainment more on science research. I swallowed the truth. I walked towards one of the glass panels in the middle of the room. I touched the panel with a finger. It gave a soft hum, then a screen appeared before me, it showed a blue glowing sphere, I touched the middle of it. Immediately the room brightened a little, the afternoon sun shone through the dark clouds, though scarce, the warmth could be felt.

Mustafa stood up, "Well, either us or them are idiots, this technology can save lives!"

I stared at the window, a wave of doubt flowed over me. What are we doing selling this to a government who has no interest in saving the world? I sighed and went to sit again.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Solemnity no more.

  1. She walks past my classroom, I sit by the window, as I sit and look outside the window, she returns my glance. We share a smile then she walks off, I return to my books.
  2. In the morning, as I enter my class I put my knapsack down, and I quickly walk to the other class beside. I see her sitting there by herself. I sit opposite her, we smile and just look at each other.
  3. I see her sitting there at the canteen table, she sits there with her best friend, as I approach the table, she looks at me and franticly waves at me with a big smile on her face. Then she returns her look to the guy opposite her.
These were the days. I used to be head over heels over these people. What have they done, basically nothing to me, but I started to realize how perfect they were if they were more into my life.

All of them, though not knowing how I felt for them shared a connection with me. We were all close friends. And the one thing that they did not know, was that they give me a hard time sleeping at night, rolling and turning at 3 a.m. without getting a shut-eye. Day and night at some point they sit beside me in my mind. I lose focus on reality and start imagining them beside me. I used to dream hard and well about them; these people were so close to me, if only we were to get closer.

I'll just be frank. I loved them very much. I admired their traits and no doubt any guy would be wanting them to be theirs'.

All of my past foolishness of dreaming of them now are gone. Vanished over time as I realize that it is just a waste of energy and grey matter to ponder from dawn to dusk about them. Having an empty dream and a future that is fake isn't a thing to do when life promises more than that.

"There are many fishes in the sea"

Hardly am I comparing them sea life but true the words are. High school isn't the place to fall completely in love, it is an undying yearning as an adolescent a wanting to of hormones nothing more.

And yes, I still befriend them, but the feelings of a guy madly in love with a girl is no more. I still admire them, but the wanting of them being mine, exclusively mine has faded. I have lost the feeling of palpitation whenever I see them, I am less invigorated whenever I come close to them. Yes, the feeling of love is still there, no doubt, but the love has evolved to another level, that is friendship and nothing more than that.

The reason so this has happened because, time moves forward and so have I. I have realised that this kind of puppy love is only for awhile. Also, never would I have ever had the chance with any of them. This feeling fades as I learn from another close friend of mine. This friend was frank with me, she told me what I needed to hear and she trusted me, telling me what she felt about their feelings. I am not blaming her for the lost feeling of love towards the 1, 2, and 3 but rather making me more mature and letting me believe in things that are really in reality.


"The Love of a teenager is no more, only the spirit of true friendship forever"



P\S: Only out of the initial three, only the third girl was the closest to me, and who I loved the most. And the one who made me realize reality could be the 4th (in a relationship of true reliable friendship)


Number notes: The numbers represents the people who I fell for.

Friday, December 31, 2010

St. Annes Church BM's ceiling

The Final entry:2010

It has been one momentous year.

2010.

This year, has probably been one of the best years of my life so far. I have no regrets whatsoever and I will have no doubts that I will look upon 2010 over the years to come. This year, has been a great adventure for me and I am proud to look back on it and say, yes I have spent it well.

The very most important thing that I have learnt throughout this year is the love I have received. The love from the most two important people in my lives; mom and dad. Both of you have been here for me, making me a better man. I can't say much, but I love you both. I know, that I have been obnoxious and always rude against you all, but my love for you guys shall never waiver.

The other love I have learnt this year- are from friends. My friends no matter what I say or do, they are a few who are there for me. My friends from school especially, you guys have really been my support when the rest peckers and scowl at me. There are some of you, who no matter what still stuck by my side. Initially some of you were my enemies at first but as time goes by, as the months past we became close friends who I could rely on. And there are some of my friends, who made me knew love, love in the sense of affection; the whole year I fell in love, and even in the very last month there is you still here. You really make me see things more clearly besides the palpitation you gave me or the insomnia, you were frank with me and we got close.

My teachers, thank you, what and where would I be if weren't for you. All of my teachers, I can proudly say, I have no animosity towards any of you. Gurus you all have been.

The clock ticks to midnight. 2011 approaches. I look back at 2010, I look back at the decade and I can say, life well spent. Now all I have to do is look forward.

"Don't ask what the next year has in store for us, rather ask what can we do to make the next year for us"