tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758578499622359892024-02-21T16:51:35.664+08:00Whispering The DespairsSouls That Was Silent Enough To SmileRafiuddin Rabuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656400935407489523noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775857849962235989.post-45818346524855674812011-11-24T15:07:00.002+08:002011-11-24T15:12:11.277+08:00Creative Writing Workshop: Critiques A great paragraph from <a href="http://farhana-elit.blogspot.com/2011/11/workshop-prompt.html#comment-form">Hana's Canvas</a> ;<br />
<ul><li>she used the simple vocabs to attract readers to feel pleasure when they read it.</li>
<li>Hana applied to using the process, which is the style that explain one by one the story. </li>
<li>reading suspiciously, in this line<span style="color: #e06666;"> "Look, I need my pills," said Ana softly."</span></li>
<li><span style="color: black;">figurative language: metaphor in this line,</span><span style="color: #e06666;"> "He didn't talk much as he did usually and still as cold as an iceberg."</span></li>
<li><span style="color: black;">She managed to bring the readers into the protagonist world, the conflict with his girlfriend.</span></li>
<li>simple words but brings lots of meaning, in love.<span style="color: #e06666;"> " I can't have a happy day without your smile, your jokes and witout hearing your laugh," </span></li>
</ul><span style="color: black;">There are some aspects that she could improve to make her story more interesting:</span><br />
<ul><li>using more figurative languages, such as metaphors, personafications, and simile.</li>
<li>just put only one emotions in one paragraph to make readers understand easily.</li>
<li>elaboration is great, but she must command in vocabs to gain the quality of the writing.</li>
</ul>There are somethings that<span style="color: #990000;"> I LOVE</span> in this paragraph:<br />
<ul><li>author was very honest in their writng and elaboration skills of plot.</li>
<li>there are some words that Ican used to tackle a woman, one day.</li>
<li>common story, but they are some moral values, such as be honest, and also believe to each other.</li>
<li>she tried to to catch the readers by using the common issue, whic is love. GREAT</li>
</ul>Rafiuddin Rabuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656400935407489523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775857849962235989.post-72544365353448059512011-11-24T14:35:00.000+08:002011-11-24T14:35:11.912+08:00Creative Writing Workshop Prompt<div style="text-align: center;">Birds chirping sounds clumsy into Malique's mind. Durian's leaves dancing smoothly in the brown orchard of his late father. There's lots of durian, means lots of money than he could get to buy some new clothes for his sisters, for Hari Raya, just around the corner, in just few weeks to go. their shabby baju kurung was the same baju kurung that they wore on a day before the sorrowness day in their life; death of their father in an accident. That baju kurung with tiny pink roses was a gift from their late beloved father, a day before Hari Raya, three years ago. "I wish I can kissed my father rough hands, kissed his forehead, and lay down on his lap. I'm really missed you. Your smile, your care, and your fierce is sweetest lullaby for me". The crystal pearls sliding like glasier from his tired eyes."It was rain, I should bring these durian back before the cloud became more evil". Malique let his tears drop in the heavy rain, let him sorrow in the rain of happiness.</div>Rafiuddin Rabuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656400935407489523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775857849962235989.post-3146372421415627662011-11-08T20:05:00.000+08:002011-11-08T20:05:17.023+08:00Malique: Main in "Orange For Emak"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Malique is a normal boy from <i>kampung</i>, that is very passionate to achieve his dream, to become a teacher. He is 15 years old, but with his physical, and his voice, there is always misunderstood happened on behalf of recognised his real age. His tiny moustache on his lip, and 187 cm tall is an amazing fatigue for a boy in his age. His skin looks burned, because he is really struggling under the hot sun to earn some money for his family. He is very matured in thoughts and loved to hang out with old folks in <i>Warung Pak Man</i>, to share some ideas and solutions from the perspective of teenager.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">His father dead for the past five years ago, by a tragic accident, at the end of the Melur Road. His father, was a postman, dead when he is still in his duty to make some deliveries for the folks that waiting for the letters, maybe from their children, family, and could be some offers for teenagers to further their studies to the university in town.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Besides, his mother was a very tough woman that he ever knew. She never cried and feel despair about her lost, her beloved husband. She told her children that this is one of their big challenge to the journey to become stronger, and the great slave for Allah, the Al-mighty. Puan Mariah never asked Malique to go out and find the job, but she told him to focus on his exam, just around the corner. She still can afford them by the wages from her job, a cleaner in primary school in her village, SMK Tun Fatimah, Kulai, Johor.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Malique still have two sisters, in Standard 3 and Form 1 to take care on, Siti Musliha and his youngest sister, Siti Marina. Malique started to carry the burden and full responsibility to feed his family since his father gone. He never complained and tried his best to balance his education, and also his part time job, collecting coconut and helping Pak Ismail in his orchard. Sometimes, he also goes out doing some job such as cut the grass, painting the house, and do some laundry to earn some money for his sisters. He said once to his mother, that he will to sacrificed his future as long as his two beloved sisters finished their studies with flying colours. He will to do anything, just for his family, for their better future.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><br />
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</div>Rafiuddin Rabuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656400935407489523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775857849962235989.post-91863314396229512842011-10-27T23:56:00.005+08:002011-12-08T16:30:49.930+08:00I wonderFather told me not to dance with the rain,<br />
Every time I felt despair in my bloody pain,<br />
Black moth keeps flying around my head,<br />
Give me headache, like drowning in the deep lake...<br />
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The blue fountain splashing the dark water,<br />
In the river of polystyrene and rusty stuff,<br />
There is another dirty mansion need to be clear,<br />
I need a crystal air, because my past <a href="http://kydekhaidhir.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-just-moth-in-box-of-fame-fountain.html">view</a> is polluted enough...Rafiuddin Rabuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656400935407489523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775857849962235989.post-12328376924520576842011-10-20T14:17:00.006+08:002011-12-08T16:28:21.872+08:00I Am; Who I Am<div class="MsoNormal">Red beam light burn in my spirit,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Sparkling through my highway, the life circuit,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Sorrow, sad, despair, and disappointed,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">That put me into the tears of the man,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Crying like a baby, <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Like a sad rhythm in lullaby,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">That looking for the honor,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Man is a winner, not a loser…<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am, the real who I am,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">That regret in the coffin of trauma,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I let it sleep in my black pijama,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I tried to sing in the cloud of dilemma,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Calculating the freedom,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Like Tunku Abdul Rahman fight for the nation,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Throw the British down, rise of the new revolution...<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I AM SO SORRY;<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I AM SO SORRY,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am nobody,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Need to be someone for a person,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Need to be a better son,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Face the problem, and never run,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Face the moon and the sun,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Like they smile to me,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">No regret,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Never be sad,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Because I know better,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">What the real me in the future...<o:p></o:p></div>Rafiuddin Rabuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656400935407489523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775857849962235989.post-51677430609027018452011-10-06T14:58:00.003+08:002011-10-09T11:04:48.934+08:00F R I E N D S H I PThe red rusty anchor sank in the black water,<br />
The green bottle juggles in the ocean,<br />
Never give up and never fear,<br />
Every friendship have their own reason...<br />
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Playing the <em>upeh </em>with Chinese lady,<br />
Crying and laughing under the tree,<br />
Friendship is similar like the paddy,<br />
Make the human release their hungry...Rafiuddin Rabuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656400935407489523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775857849962235989.post-47459141649028312642011-09-27T22:45:00.001+08:002011-10-04T20:09:24.001+08:00:: Thesis ::<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><b>THE SLEEPING DICTIONARY: IMPACT OF WHITE RAJAH'S <br />
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