soliloquy.

my father's form of love came in the form of "kesanggupan".

we have been told to get a number of texts and novels for our malay literature course. seeing that these novels are traditonal texts, it is really difficult to get it in singapore. i had a good friend who accompanied me all around geylang to get those books but to no avail. fortunately, one of my course mates told us that she know a supplier and we could order the books from her - except for one, sulalatus salatin.

i was worried as i was the first group to present (in the second week of february) and I have yet to get the book. my father volunteered to get the book from bookshops in malaysia since there is a higher chance of finding the book there. unfortunately, the bookshop at johor bahru ran out of stock. so he drove up all the way to ulu tiram and finally got for me two copies of the book.

and all the while, I thought that he had no heart. it inspired me to do well for the module because of how difficult it had been to get hold of the book. but that inspration fell short when i opened the first page to read the prologue. it left me completely lost.


i am going to try.