Is This What U Call Literature???

Bumped onto this while browsing the 'Net http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20090616/hl_time/08599190456100 Wish Fulfillment? No. But Dreams (and Sleep) Have Meaning Buzz Up Send Email IM Share Delicious Digg Facebook Fark Newsvine Reddit StumbleUpon Technorati Yahoo! Bookmarks Print Play Video Video:Get Your Zzzs FOX News By TIFFANY SHARPLES Tiffany Sharples – Tue Jun 16, 4:15 am ET Dreams may not be the secret window into the frustrated desires of the unconscious that Sigmund Freud first posited in 1899, but growing evidence suggests that dreams - and, more so, sleep - are powerfully connected to the processing of human emotions. According to new research presented last week at the annual meeting of the Associated Professional Sleep Societies in Seattle, adequate sleep may underpin our ability to understand complex emotions properly in waking life. "Sleep essentially is resetting the magnetic north of your emotional compass," says Matthew Walker, director of the Sleep and N...

HAYYAN Sinopsis Manusia yang sememangnya alpa, leka. Kadangkala kealpaan itu menjadi perhatian orang lain. Justeru mengundang pelbagai tafsiran, andaian. Dalam kehidupan serba singkat ini manusia mencari hakikat kehidupan mereka: tujuan apakah mereka diciptakan, hala tuju mereka dan apa yang mereka inginkan dalam hidup. HAYYAN, manusia yang diciptakan pada asalnya hanya seorang pemerhati kehidupan manusia lain, mula mengarang buah fikirannya ke dalam blog nya yang kemudian menjadi ikutan (juga cemuhan) orang ramai. But he does not stop there. Dia terus berkarya hinggalah nyawa adiknya menjadi pertaruhan bahan kritikan sinisnya.   Watak, Perwatakan Hayyan:    Sang pecinta yang sinis, hobinya suka memerhati dan membuat andaian tersendiri tentang kehidupan, juga gelagat manusia di sekelilingnya. Meluahkan pendapatnya menerusi blog hinggakan blog nya menjadi ikutan ramai. Ramai juga yang tidak suka dengan 'kritikan'/penulisan tajamnya tapi dia tak peduli semua itu. Akhirnya dia t...

suatu masa dahulu aku melihat anak itu menangis aku lihat poketnya yang kempis sana sini berlarian tapak daifnya menapak mengemis kadangkala ia diumpan, termakan dicerca sekeliling, diterjang, diherdik... tika dulu aku lihat seimbas anak itu hidupnya seperti dulu keperitan medewasaka nnya, mematangkannya, mencantikkannya... cantik? ya!!! tidak lagi menghuni longgokan sampah ia pintar mengatur bicara, mengatur gaya ia kini menghuni deruman-deruman lalu lalang

sempena hari ini inginku ucapkan kepada kalian yang berkasih-kasihan "Selamat Hari Kekasih" kerna merealisasikan cinta kasih sayang kalian terhadap insan tersayang kerna menghargai insan tercinta tidak kurang juga yang cintanya terbalas hari ini kepada losers di luar sana yang dikeciwakan insan istimewa (Hei, aku juga seorang loser ya dan aku tidak segan mengatakannya!) usah kalian terlampau frust dengan keputusan mereka senyumlah, ceriakanlah diri anda hari ini kerna mungkin bakal pengganti akan tiba sebentar lagi (mungkin) jika tidak, anda juga mungkin tidak akan peroleh pasangan baru kerna dia terlalu takut akan penampilanmu yang KUSUT~~ SERABUT~~ TAK BERSEMANGAT~~ dsbnya... tapi... sebenarnya... kita juga bakal menyaksikan manusia-manusia ini terkulai kerna merealisasikan cinta mereka yang tinggal hanya >TUT~~! jadi apakah aku ini nggak punya hati dan perasaan seperti mereka: rasa ingin dimiliki,disayangi,dihargai? (AWAS! kucuma bilang demikian, aku tak mau terterpel...

of ... confessions (pingu Toha's L.U.V.E. novel review) Why is it so hard to express your utmost true feelings to another person closest to you (be it your parents, best friend(s), worst enemy or a most loved/adored/admired/respected person)? Why is it much easier to express it to a non-human being, e.g. your pet(s), diary, voice recorder, wall  (I'm not talking about  facebook 's or any social networks' wall) , etc.? Feelings and confessions. They are  something . Something that is not taught in schools, but is often  discussed  - a discourse, may it be an open discussion or a closed one; feelings are exchanged from one person to another, or perhaps even to other alternatives such as the aforementioned.  L.U.V.E.  Confessions of lovers' experiences in love (and out of love). Fictitious or not, it is up to the reader to judge. A good read nonetheless. Comical and it is surprisingly ironic that there are people like the characters in the novel - reaching out and tryi...

Tom & Jerry sahabat yang acapkali bermusuh menegakkan ego masing-masing Tom & Jerry pertelingkahan yang menghumor penontonnya lagak jenaka slapstik dan plastik si Tom mengejar Jerry yang menghentak kepalanya dengan tukul, kadang kala dengan anvil kadang kala bertembung si anjing Butch, pelindung Jerry kisah komikal yang tiada penghujungnya suatu hari, siri baru tiba si Jerry dijenakakan lagi oleh si Tom - ditimbus tanah di belakang rumah mereka si Jerry ditinggalkan si Tom berlalu si Butch tidak muncul membantu si Jerry ditinggalkan, terus ditinggalkan dan ditinggalkan dan si Tom dikurung di dalam sangkar di dalam rumah si Butch tidak muncul membantu anak-anak kecil merungut sendiri: "Apa akan jadi pada Tom & Jerry?" muncul lagi siri baru Tom dihantar ke pusat jagaan haiwan terbiar berjumpa dengan Butch di tempat sama, sangkar berbeza bertukar cerita lalu meratapi si Jerry. (saat ini sang adik mulai teresak-esak) "Tapi inikan cerita kartun? Biar betul s...

hampir kecewaku, Kaudatang linangan syahdu menyambutMu masih ada lagi sirnaMu dalam diriku gelincirku, dipapahMu petunjuk hidayah padaku masih ada lagi cintaMu padaku gelapku, penyuluhMu kemaafan, keampunan pohon rayuku masih ada lagi Ar-RahmanMu untukku dalam terangku buta dalam nyataku tuli dalam jelasku bisu dalam gerakku kaku namun, masih ada lagi Ar-RahimMu buatku syukurku panjatkan padaMu apakah ada lagi cinta lain seagung cinta ini 14 ogos 2008 Pandan Indah

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.

satu Entah berapa lama dia direnungipun dia tidak kisah. Seperti dia sudah biasa direnung sedemikian rupa. Lantas dia membayar harga majalah yang dibelinya dan berlalu dari situ. Masih dirasakan dia direnungi sekalian masyarakat di sekelilingnya. Dia mengatur langkah pantas meninggalkan tempat itu, menuju ke arah sebuah bas ekspres yang menunggu para penumpangnya memenuhi ruang-ruang tempat duduk sebelum bergerak menuju ke destinasinya. Ketika dia menaiki bas itupun masih dirasakan ada sahaja pasangan mata memandangnya. Pun, dia acuh tak acuh saja. Sambil membelek-belek tiket bas, matanya melilau mencari nombor tempat duduknya. Mujur belum ramai orang yang menaiki, memenuhi bas tersebut. Pantas dia menyimpan bagasinya di ruang simpanan atas dan duduk di kerusinya. Menghela nafas lega. Penat, barangkali. Majalah yang dibelinya tadi dikeluarkan dari beg sandangnya. Membelek-belek muka utama dengan separuh minat. Sekali-sekala melepas pandang ke luar jendela bas. Masih ramai orang yang me...

This is perhaps one of the famous Malay folk poetry or pantun in Bahasa Melayu. The purpose was to teach the children ages from 5-14 years old to love their heritage (hey, 14's considered as a teenager!!!) . Anyway... the class has been postponed due to further notice.

PTPTN oh PTPTN karya Nurhayati Alia Mohd Sallehhuddin Sinopsis Musim para pelajar mendapat wang Pinjaman Tabung Pendidikan Tinggi Nasional (PTPTN). Ramai pelajar mengeluarkan wang untuk membayar yuran pengajian mereka. Malah ada yang menampung keluarga di kampung halaman. Baki selebihnya digunakan untuk sara diri masing-masing sehinggalah semester berikutnya. Namun, FARHAN (atau nama glamornya FAR) menyalah gunakan lebihan wang pinjaman dengan berfoya-foya dengan awek. DANISH pula membeli telefon bimbit model terbaru dan bershopping sakan. Kini mereka mengalami masalah menyara diri kerana kehabisan wang. FAR menerima pukulan kerana aweknya tidak mahu membantu. DANISH merata orang dia minta hutang dan mereka-reka alasan supaya ‘dikasihani’. Setting : Kafeteria (kafe) di kampus Props : Telefon bimbit Watak-watak : MAKCIK KAFE - Berniaga di kafe kampus. DANISH - Pelajar lelaki yang suka bergaya, menunjuk-nunjuk ‘kekayaan’nya. Salah guna baki pinjaman PTPTN untuk shopping. FARHAN aka FAR -...

Forward Towards Glory 50 years ago Our ancestors went through many, many, many miseries Survived the years of the Portuguese till the Japanese occupation Back to the British resettlement Even the dreadful communists' threats But history we can never let go We nurture our courage from history We mustn't repeat others' foolishness Together, we must unite as a nation A nation with dignity. United we stand, divided we fall. Today Greatest gratitude to our respected leaders So the same to our ancestors Moving forward towards glory Walking tall with the rest of the world As colourful as the rainbow Brightly lit in their intelligent glow We are a nation and this is our beloved country! Let us cherish our loving peace and harmony. Remember our Independence Day!

(1): TUGASANKU 2 BARIS Kerenah tiga orang mahasiswa, ANITA, BELL, dan CHAIREL, yang diberi tugasan yang berbeza-beza untuk disiapkan dalam tempoh dua minggu. Seminggu sebelum menghantar tugasan sebenar, mereka berbincang dalam kelas bersama-sama PENSYARAH. BELL berjaya menyiapkan satu tugasan lengkap tetapi dia tidak berkeyakinan dengan tugasan yang dibuatnya. CHAIREL pula tidak faham akan tugasannya kerana dia hanya mengambil fakta bulat-bulat dari buku (kes plagiat), malah mengupah kekasihnya menyiapkan tugasan untuknya. ANITA dimarahi kerana menulis hanya dua baris ayat akan pemahamannya terhadap tugasannya walaupun dia telah membuat rujukan yang banyak. Maka PENSYARAH pun memberikan nasihat-nasihat berguna kepada mereka bertiga sebagai panduan mereka di masa hadapan. (2): PTPTN oh PTPTN Musim para pelajar mendapat wang Pinjaman Tabung Pendidikan Tinggi Nasional (PTPTN). Ramai pelajar mengeluarkan wang untuk membayar yuran pengajian mereka. Malah ada yang menampung keluarga di kamp...

WORLD CUP 2006 FEVER EXT/KAMPUNG FOOTBALL FIELD/EVENING A group of kampung boys playing football as a 9 year old boy stands beside the field, watching them with enthusiasm. [FOCUS BOY] The boy gazes up to the sky and saw the clouds turning grey. He carried on cheering his friends until it rained heavily. The game stopped and everyone ran for shelter. The boy was standing beside a teenager, his favourite idol. TEENAGER: Kenapa tak main tadi? (Why didn’t you join the game?) BOY (answered shyly): Tak reti main la, bang. (I don’t know how to play football). The teenager later took the boy’s hand and they ran into the field despite the heavy rain. The teenager taught him how to play football. They are laughing. CUT TO: INT/FOOTBALL CLUBHOUSE/MORNING A coach discussing some strategy. The team later goes out to the field for training. CUT TO: EXT/FOOTBALL FIELD AT CLUBSHOUSE/MORNING The team pracitising hard for the upcoming match. The coach later divided the team into two: TEENAGER on one t...

Aroma is proud to present: Coffee & Toast! Details are as below: Performances: a) Play - "Toast!" - Original Script by Shahredza Minhat b) Monolog - Excerpts of "Wake up and smell the coffee" - Eric Bogosian Script Dates: Fri-Sat : 24 - 25 Feb 2006 (830 p.m.) Sunday: 26 Feb 2006 (230 p.m. and 830 p.m.) Venue: Taman Budaya, Jabatan Kebudayaan,Kesenian & Warisan, Jalan Tun H.S Lee, Kuala Lumpur (Accessible by Central Market/Pasar Seni Putra LRT) Tickets : RM 10 (contact Mukeh - 012-2552071 or http://aa.f902.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=mukeh@yahoo.com ) For further details (Synopsis,cast & crew, map), Please visit http://coffeeandtoast.s0lidmind.com/ (updating in progress) REMINDER : CONTENT MIGHT NOT BE SUITABLE FOR AUDIENCES UNDER 18 Share and Forward to everybody and every mailing list you know!

"best friend" A best friend is... a friend who never gives up on you when others have a friend shares your laughter, madness & sadness; your joy & pain. A person who believes in you no matter how insane your ideas may be. A person who supports you for who you are. last but not least, a human so close to you that you barely realise s/he actually really cares about you most.

perhaps some of u wondered Y the hell i changed the name from rojak poetry to this 1...nevermind, it's small matter. the thing is, i realised that this blog's just more than some silly/stupid poetry (mind u), but its' also a mixture of story writing as well. since i see that this lil blog of mine has less content than the rest (well, the others are more like crap blogs where i rant my "rages" or "babble" on things). hopefully from this day onwards u'll see more serious (i hope) content on this blog. as usual, comments welcomed! happy new year & many, many good fortune to come!

at last... i'm called for the UiTM master's interview on 3/10/05 from 830am-1230pm.. wish me all the best of luck ppl