Is This What U Call Literature???

untitled Living in disguise I'm walking in the midst of the night and the phantom approaches me sayin' "Forgive your brothers for all their sins they've done They'll crave for what's left and what's gone Only if you avoid them all" Left out in my shadow I see the living world suffering My self-esteem blew Hurtin' every single bone and soul I close my eyes Pretending I'm fine Fact is, I ain't what I am anymore Slammin' down the phone I felt life much easier on me Take me away I am no longer in my usual state of mind Please forgive me I'm leavin' this crazy world for the rest of you I don't wanna know whatever happens I'm an angel in disguise... reenacted 2001, created 1997 SGGS, Penang

note: This was created 7 years ago; I was a rebellious school gal and all I could do at that time was write. This poem complemented a novel I wrote about the same year. I later retyped the WHOLE novel and managed to keep it as a remiscence of my teenhood :) ALONE I tried to understand I tried to comprehend But nothing would come to mind Everything seems blur and down I know it is hard to be heard For what I feel now is hard to describe Loneliness... Such a word, never a compliment Knowing I'd be alone again Roaming thru (through) heaps of memories It seems never to end Awake in bed late in the darkest of night A lost shadow manoeuvres above me There was a face I saw - shone the moonlight With enquiries on it, putting me back into time winding up the lost time Loneliness is what I feel now... Please forgive me... reenacted 2001, created 1991 SGGS, Penang

TEACHER, FORTRESS OF KNOWLEDGE Ladin Nuawi Alia Salleh (tr.) More than just a land of knowledge our school is a garden of blooming young generations More than just a working schedule our school is a battlefield for knowledge warriors When conquerors poisoned the souls of the nation our teachers flowed their wisdom pages by pages for the sake of the nation’s freedom When conquerors devour earth’s heritance our teachers fortressed their knowledge season by season for the sake of gaining independence Now in independence schools’ rooftops, teachers, change in the face of time Fortress of teacher’s knowledge always in remembrance, on this beloved country.