Geh.
Alas saying things vaguely don’t really stick to you in the future. We’d forget, with no point of reference. Or no effort of retelling. Or at the very least, contemplation. Everything gets wiped out every other day. The brain and mind can’t hold that much these days. Just Brrrrrrrr and all that fuzziness you experience while trying to remember things, as if waking from a dream.
Went out with Su today. What a darling.
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Read Alghazali for the second time. Spotted his book but its in Malay. I can’t read Bahasa Melayu for some reason. There’s a complete lack of emotion when dealing with the texts. Either I’m reading a crappy translation or people ive read arent writers. Its not about the plot or happenings. Its all about nuance and style and storytelling and a well of emotions. Or I don’t know feelings. The idea of it, then. Trying to construct/define/describe love without experiencing it but rather based on things you’ve read is somewhat, ah, cheating. Ugh, poets.
If only anyone would read Danarto. Or recite aloud Raja Ali Haji’s twelve things. Such language!
Goodnight.
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i couldn't read in malay either. for me it's because it seems harder to 'read between the lines' or something like that.but alas, for religious books, malay translations is still the only options for most books.
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what kind of religious books do you read?
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