ShahrizwanZainal

The toxicity of a city...of a city...... Psycho groupie, cocaine crazy makes you high makes you high..... Pull the tapeworm out of your ass........ *********** Somewhere in the rural side of Malaysia...a group of kids were yelling and screaming to the rhytm of the Armenian American Band, SOAD. It was during prep class where everybody were supposed to study for their exams. With walkmans, earphones, hairstyles and 'selipar jepun', they gather around a table and became an eyesore to those who wanted to study. One kid was pretending to hold a drum stick and smack the drum set, while the other two had their hand in the position of holding and playing the guitar. Serj Tankian and Darron Malakian wannabe. The others, they watched and sing along. Those were the days they rebel and care less about the rules and regulations. Rules are meant to be broken. "We are chanting and singing for world peace" argued one of those kids when people started to terrorized the group with word...

clouds and lightning thunder striking the sky was blue It is now black. a boy in the rain dancing with his t-shirt wet a lady yelling and the boy is gone

"Mirul, awek ko form berapa? Form two ker form one" Aku toleh, aku pandang sekeliling ciptaan manusia dengan ilham daripada tuhan. Jauh mata aku melilau. Orang melayu selalu cakap, pandang sampai hujung mata. Di bawah pancaran matahari, minda aku terbang ke dimensi lain. Di tengah ribuan warga kelas pekerja, dan budak sekolah, kecil, besar, tua dan muda. Aku hairan. Yang paling penting nama aku bukan Mirul. Amirul pun bukan. Fairul lagilah bukan. Nama Mirul tak ada sangkut paut dengan nama aku. Dan bila masa pula aku menjalinkan hubungan dengan budak form 1 mahupun form 2? Hatta sekiranya aku ada hubungan dengan budak form 5 sekalipun, nyata hubungan itu hubungan terlarang dan hukuman sebat bakal menghantui hidupku. Tak cukup dengan itu, orang sekeliling boleh menganggap aku pedrofile. Si gila seks, suka kanak kanak. Argh, apa akan terjadi pada orang tua aku, apa akan terjadi pada kenalan kenalan ku...tidak, tidak, tidakkkkkkkkkk!!!!Dan guruh sabung menyabung, tanpa hujan dan...

I am obviously worn up. Me in my jeans and standard chartered jersey, pair with my blue-ish vintage Adidas 80's Sweater was sleeping. I could see myself sleeping. I kept staring at me. My own bloody self. Dont ask me how, dont ask questions. Because i dont have the answer. I saw in front of me a bunch of people shouting, screaming their lungs out. They are barbarics. The groupies with no civilisation, as what common people would say. Soldiers march on, to the battlefield. They had no fear. They know, across the enemy border, immortality awaits. Women were crying. They were begging their family members not to go. Men who stays, they were the guardians. People wont remember their name but they are the key factor of how this land survived. They are the real heroes. They will continue fighting and developing the nation after this. People need a hero. People they look up to. I always wanna be one. Among those people who marched, i'm sweating. Metabolic rate kept increasing, My hand...