Asiah Razali

I've got a really really weird dream this evening. I dreamt about my literature lecturer, baby hippopotamus, old bus driver, hotel receptionist, primary school acquaintances and some of my current friends. Well the dream started with me helping my friend doing her translation assignments. She asked me to translate something archaic-like religious sentence.  There's one word that I couldn't figure out the meaning. Tashwi or sth like that. I didn't even know what is the meaning of the word , so I left it out untranslated. Well, I didn't know, how I'm moving to the second part of my dream where I'm trying to find a lavatory so I can change my uniform. I didn't know why I need to change into my taekwondo's. It doesn't really makes sense. I went to L4 block and the lavatories were so disgusting. Like really disgusting, it doesn't even looks like a toilet. More like a garage, a barn. Very gloomy, and there's greenish dark blue oil-like water. ...

Literariness is feature that could turn an ordinary work into a literary work. Many would say the choices of word plays a huge role in determining the literariness of a work. Or maybe the uses of figure of speeches like metaphors, personification, simile etc. Yes. I agree. However, we cannot solely say that a work that uses colloquial and everyday language is not a literary work. I would love to give C.S. Lewis work as a reference; “Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different…” C.S. Lewis’ words are arranged in such beautiful and emotional manner and how could this, merely lacking of exquisite metaphors and wording, be dim as not literary? A work doesn’t need to have aesthetic choices of word to be a literary work. The most important thing is the meaning that it tries to convey and strike the reader. However, some writers use exquisite words to foreground their work. It catches people attention and gives deeper impact to the reade...

Literature is an imaginative writing. Fiction writers, poets and playwright strive in each of these imaginative genres to convey not simply information or factual knowledge but also emotional knowledge, and often we what we call wisdom, or vision. Imaginative writing attempts to reflect the whole of human experiences, in all of its various dimensions. The study of literature is an invitation to come along and explore the territory each writer guides us through, and to make discoveries there.  Each author’s territory is filled with sight and songs and vivacious or mysteries characters greet us at every turn (B.Barnard,2006). There are three genres of imaginative writing which we have studied in literature; fiction, poetry and drama It is very important to study these forms of imaginative writing which we call literature, in order to set them apart from more reportorial and informational forms of writing. But there are also things which the study of literature has in common with t...

I should have been suspecting this... I always know that it will hurt. But not this much. That my heart trembles to contain it. Too much and too soon I've to admit.. I've changed now.. I'm full of hatred.. Toward you.. Because it's all your fault.. Sure I'll admit mine, Not this soon.. I need to apologise.. Because I hope the worst for you.. So you'll feel what I felt.. To suffer the pain Severely.. That you won't be able to get up.. And I hope you regret all the damages you did to me.. Her.. I shouldn't hate her.. My chest hurts trying not to hate her.. You're one unsuspecting prey.. Take care.

Last night, I wasn't able to sleep. I've been in bed at 11 sth and I was disturbing my little sister who is trying to sleep. Well, she did sleep after an hour maybe at twelve, and I still wasn't able to close my eyes and sleep. Well I'm not alone, 'baby'(cat)  is not sleeping too. She was sitting next to my window which is beside my bed. So we're like one inche away. She was deeply staring at something outside the window. She is not moving at all, and did not blink too. I was suspicious by her acts. So I scratched her head, something that I've always done to get her attention and it works all the time but apparently not last night, despite of the scratching which was done with love she did not turn her head away from the window. So I take a look outside the window and there was nothing. Not another cat or small insects. It was weird and I start to think that cat can see ghost.  So I recite Al Kursi . While I was reciting, my cat's head started to...

I dreamt of you last night. You and her. Her Someone who I've been admiring all this while She is a strong lady Through all hardships She keeps smiling Trusting that everything will be better And I hope the same for her too I've only known her from afar But enough for me to admire her Is it pity what I really felt instead of admire? Because in my dream I told you To go after her

Sometimes I questioned myself why did I ever indulge in love? When I know I shouldn't be... Why did I ever fell in love? When I know I could avoid it... Is it worth the pain that I'll suffer aftermath? I never have the exact answer for this..  Because sometimes there are still a part of my heart clinging, asking and needing the love. Like it is a drug. A drug that I need to survive.