Bagai bintang di surga
Dan seluruh warna
Dan kasih yang setia
Dan cahaya nyata
Oh bintang di surga
Berikan cerita
Dan kasih yang setia
Dan cahaya nyata
- Bintang di Surga, Peterpan
I don't know why, but I've been digging up my Indonesian CDs of late and listening to them. In some sense, I guess I do miss speaking Bahasa Indonesia somewhat seeing how I seldom converse with my parents in that language nowadays and how I'm getting more influenced by Malay in Jalan Bahar Boarding School. In some sense, I miss piecing together rhythmic sentences, thinking of sentences as a whole as if they're musical compositions, and adding in the right figure of speech to end a sentence on a decisive but yet polite note. I can't remember who said this, but I couldn't agree more that Bahasa Indonesia is like Italian of the East. Be it the strong Javanese influence or other Indonesian ethnic linguistic influence which is somehow lacking in peninsular Southeast Asia, there's actually some form of art in the language itself, despite being largely a socio-politically instituted and constructed language.
Such is the beauty of communication; such is the beauty of language.
