He saved the file. He posted it.
In the humid back-alley of Kuala Lumpur’s Jalan Panggung, where the smell of nasi lemak wrestled with the dust of old VCD shops, lived a boy named Riz. His world was a cramped room above a kedai kopi , the walls plastered with faded posters of P. Ramlee and Akira Kurosawa. movisubmalay
I am 74 years old. I have been waiting my whole life to feel understood. Thank you." He saved the file
"Riz. My eyes are failing. I cannot read white text on black anymore. But last night, I watched the Japanese film 'Tokyo Story' with your Malay subs. When the old mother died, and the daughter-in-law forgave the family… your translation said: 'Tak apa. Kita ni cuma pinjam nyawa lama-lama.' (It’s okay. We’re just borrowing life for a while.) His world was a cramped room above a
He saved the file. He posted it.
In the humid back-alley of Kuala Lumpur’s Jalan Panggung, where the smell of nasi lemak wrestled with the dust of old VCD shops, lived a boy named Riz. His world was a cramped room above a kedai kopi , the walls plastered with faded posters of P. Ramlee and Akira Kurosawa.
I am 74 years old. I have been waiting my whole life to feel understood. Thank you."
"Riz. My eyes are failing. I cannot read white text on black anymore. But last night, I watched the Japanese film 'Tokyo Story' with your Malay subs. When the old mother died, and the daughter-in-law forgave the family… your translation said: 'Tak apa. Kita ni cuma pinjam nyawa lama-lama.' (It’s okay. We’re just borrowing life for a while.)