Rojak Recipe here.

Malasia

Tim might have pictures of Culture Night soon. Some things I remember from yesterday: they spelled the name of our country wrong on a placard, so

In a fury I tore it up and made
Missing it from the world, disintegrate
With wrathful anger, a spurn'd nation
Or but an ego needing abation

I'm amplifying my actual dispositions for poetic purposes. Also, our flag kept falling down and the belacan in the rojak sauce was emitting an unglorious and by now, infamous stench.


Complaint

I wholly and completely despise being wrapped up in the self. I detest my inclination towards it and I dread its coming at me like a vicious predator. I cannot escape from myself. But one feature of I-idolatry damns unlike any other. Pondering on this actually worsens the situation. It detracts from my reparation. This is one problem I cannot think me out of.

Let me share one of my all-time favorite quotes with the online world:

"For the divine greatness is a meek and gentle influence." - G.A. Chadwick

These words came to me at the opportune moment, as I wracked my head trying to discover the optimum ways of persuasion. Of verbal rhetoric and the best possible arrangement of words. Of living an exemplary life and the best possible way of broadcasting the philosophy in which I abide. My former ways also include stressing my likableness and honing my charisma, that I may reserve for myself enough persuasive credibility.

I tell you now, all that is like chasing after the wind. For the divine greatness is a meek and gentle influence.

Just a Thought

Someone should translate Milton's Areopagitica and the works of John Locke into Malay. Maybe someone already has. Who knows?
In other news, the nation's first astronaut will attempt to do what an astronaut will probably never do again.