Wednesday, June 29, 2011


I have always been a little embarrassed that I could read and write better in English than I could in my own mother tongue. It had not always been so: I could only read English well only when I was eleven years old (thanks to my sister). Before that, I read exclusively in Malay and mastered all kinds of simpulan bahasa. I could even recite syair correctly.

So here is my attempt to write in my mother tongue.

The content are fictional accounts derived from my imagination or from stories I heard at my father's knee. And yes, he is good at telling some rip-roaring tales.

So please. Do come and visit. And tell me what you think.


Ashikin said...

sakit perut!!!!
kak su buat novel bm je, insya allah, confem kite bli!

Snuze said...

Wah! Besarnya matlamat tu! Memang ada hati nak masuk sayembara fiksyen sains tu, tapi macam tak yakin dan keupayaan untuk mengolah plot. :p

Terima kasih atas sokongan awak!


naz said...

Read it yesterday. Just keep on writing and I'll keep on reading. Not that good in commenting malay literary work. hehehehe

But as long as it can keep me interested to read that would be just nice.

Snuze said...

Naz: So long as someone is reading it ... heheheh.

zlkmhd said...

you are not alone. aku boleh cakap melayu and it stops there. nak suruh baca bm aku merangkak, nak suruh nulis bm baik tak payah. gedik tak?

Snuze said...

Zu: Aku BM SPM pun hancus. C5 aje.

Gedik? Tak langsung. Self aware? Absolutely.