Sunday, December 19, 2010


you and i
we used to be very close
after class we used to hang out late at night
when i used to say how cute's your nose

but we can't be together then
not because of you
but that i knew
i wasn't good enough for you

so we went on separate ways
but my mind still cling on to you
and so i said to myself that
i'll come back looking for you

many years have passed
but i still remember your smile
and i've become a better person
while i was gone all this while

so i've been looking for you
but it's not that easy, because
your phone number was gone
when my phone was lost

friendster, myspace, you name it
but i just couldn't find you
then months ago i typed your name in facebook
the moment i saw it i knew it was you

to my surprise you still remember me
but we are always on the run
and are always occupied so we coudn't meet up
to catch up and have some fun

but today i saw you with someone else.
and i fall into pieces
my head's a mess, my mind's somewhere else
because somehow i've just lost my life's final piece

Friday, December 10, 2010

the interview.

the interview.
{this is an imaginary interview between me and the renowned magazine, rolling stone. As always, do share it with others and comment if you find it amusing, or mock and write a hate mail if you feel that it’s just as ugly as Marilyn Manson’s lips. enjoy :) }

Q: hi there Fuad.
A: hey stones.

Q: so what brings you here?
A: You called me here for this interview.

Q: right, right. so how's the result of your final exams?
A: like shit. i was 0.01 for a 1st class honors! but nevertheless i'm grateful and life must go on, alhamdulillah.

Q: good to hear that! so you are a graduate now, right? any plans for working?
A: actually i'm working now as an asst. company secretary somewhere in subang. i can't tell you the place because if i do it's like i'm telling you where i hid my condoms.

Q: hahahahha. so how it is like to finally, you know, practice law and stuff?
A: tiring, confusing, well, yea. for starters i don't have a senior to guide me properly so i just have to learn most stuffs myself.

Q: pays good?
A: pays my cendol & rojak that is.

Q: how long you gonna mock me?
A: as long as it takes for my coffee to come. when are you gonna get out of my head?

Q: when you're not so drowsy from taking coffee too much. anyway, what's your plan for this coming holiday?
A: mm..i'm not gonna do much. oh actually i'm gonna go support my friend who's gonna race on the 19th. and spending my time with my sister and my close friends, what i usually do for holidays. and maybe i'll go for rock the world concert.

Q: how about next year, what do you wanna do?
A: actually i'd like to tell this girl, my classmate, ex-classmate lar now, how i actually like her. and then i'm gonna start making my own assets, you know, the vespa, a house, stocks, a nikon, i'll see how it goes from here. and then i hope i can return to kuching to attend the kuching debate open.

Q: you're a debater? didn't know that!
A: i was, but most of the time i observe. i want to go to kdo to meet my old friends as well.

Q: speaking of the girl, do you miss her? what's her name?
A: hell yea. no i'm not gonna tell you!

Q: why vespa?
A: it's art. i don't ride bikes that are too common. it doesn't make the rider or the bike itself unique.

Q: what do you do now, aside from photography?
A: i write short stories. sometimes i get lots of ideas about it, sometimes i don't at all. so i have an average 12 a year. for me, it's an alternative for me to express my feelings, other than a camera.

Q: the stories you write, revolve on what exactly?
A: common things around us but most people would ignore or overlook, mostly about things we can't evade of, and mostly about things or issue that could touch your heart, you feel me?

Q: you're a bit sober now, i don't like it. have some frappuchino?
A: oh goody! (sip)

Q: what kinda music do you listen to?
A: well um..actually anything but dangdut, justin bieber and some other stuffs. i listen to the ones that didn't get into the malaysian airwaves. in my playlist now i have skyzoo, metric, melissa auf der maur, sparks the rescue, and some other bands.

Q: and why do you hate justin bieber so much?
A: he's fake. he's barely reach puberty i think he's clinically sterile, and he talks about love. god! and the hairdo...huhuhuhu that's kinda funny. must've taken a lot of hairspray. wait till he reaches puberty, he can get that hairdo with the most desolate winds of loneliness.

Q: ouch. hahahahaha. you're good. don't you think your sarcasms can hurt other people so bad, and some other people might feel hurt, even when you don't talk about them?
A: you know, people would still talk about you regardless of what you do, and then you know, why not let them in so that they know who you are personally rather than judging. so, i prefer to be straight rather than becoming the person others want me to be. that's not real.

Q: before we end this interview, what you gonna say?
A: i'd say...

{the interview ended at that, when the recorder went off because the memory card was full. }

Monday, December 6, 2010

in-convenience store

{it’s been more than a year since I write a short story, basically because I couldn’t find time to do so, and also because writing a poem is so much easier. Anyway, this is my 9th short story. do share it with others and comment if you find it amusing, or mock and write a hate mail if you feel that it’s just as bad as Simon Cowell’s hairdo. enjoy.}

"give me the cash! all of it!", yelled the robber, with his gun pointing directly at the cashier. he threw his bag over the counter, toppling the chocolate bars and the bananas. the bananas? yea, it was the you-know-which convenient store.
it was 10 before midnight, and no one was around.

a lady, presumably in her 30's, who was hiding behind the shelves nearby was shaking with fear. she silently ducked, with the hope that the robber didn't realize that she was there.

"oi, cepatlah! kau nak kena ke?" the robber yelled again towards the cashier guy, who's now obviously sweating all over.

the hiding lady put her hand into her handbag, searching in vain for her cellphone. she finally reached it, and in panic, the phone slipped through her fingers towards the floor. she quickly caught the accessory attached to the phone, but the phone still managed to knock on the floor.

the sound caused by the falling phone distracted the robber, in which he turned towards where the sound came from. the cashier, who realized that the robber might have overlooked the customer, tried to distract him. "hey man, please don't do this, my boss is gonna kill me", he pleaded.

the lady, who thought about calling the police, flipped the phone and was about to dial 999, when a text message came in and the phone rang Baby, Baby by Justin Bieber! the text message gave her away!

the robber, apparently shocked, turned towards the shelves she was hiding. she totally fucked this up. she thought the distance between them was far enough, and so she jumped on her feet and ran with all her might towards the door. the robber was faster, however, that he correctly predicted the direction of the marathon lady, and caught her by her neck!

"first of all, I HATE JUSTIN EFFING BIEBER!, he screamed. "and you think you can RUN??". he suddenly strangle the lady so hard that the lady shrieked as if she's the house elf that got kicked by Sirius. he at instant, placed his gun right at the lady's right temple. the lady was now in tears.

"masukkan duit tu dalam beg cepat, kalau tak minah keding ni mati!"
"okay, okay..", the cashier, still trembling, now slowly open the cash till, and fill the bag with all the cash from the till.

"bagus! now throw me the bag!" the robber shouted. he pointed the gun to the cashier again, while still holding the lady by the neck. the cashier slowly throw the bag to the robber, but it fell a bit far. the robber, in an attempt to take the bag, lost his grip on the lady, and the lady took full advantage by kicking the guy on his groin.

he, who was definitely in shock, screamed in pain, accidently pull the trigger, and it so happened that it hit the cashier directly on his left shoulder!

it was now a screaming contest, with the cashier on the way to win 50 grand if he's in the Wipeout Zone, thanks to the lady. the lady, mumbled "who's Justin Bieber now?"

she burst through the door, and fled.

the robber, partially recovered, got up as fast as he could, and ran for the lady. he pushed the door, and sped. "hey perempuan!"

he was halfway across the street, when out of nowhere a patrol car, at about 40 mph or God knew, came right at him! the impact made the robber flew about 30 feet forward.

the female patrol who was sitting at the passenger seat, was stiff as a goalpost, peering towards the robber, who was already lying face down because of the hit. the male patrol who was driving the car, slowly reached for the compartment and took the gun, and came out of the car.

he slowly walked towards the robber, while pointing his gun. it definitely must be his first time in this type of situation, because clearly he, in his early 20's, was a bit shaky, and didn't know what to do. at a safe distance he stopped, and with a clear voice he said, "hey you, stand up!"

the robber, amazingly not injured but a small scrape on his palm, stood up, with his hands up the air. the lady from the store was nowhere to be seen by this time.

the female patrol, slowly walked out of the car, nervously. while walking towards her partner, she saw a gun near the front tyre of the car, her side. she slowly took the gun, that was obviously belonged to the robber.

her partner, who was still facing the robber, now realized that she's already out of the car. he yelled to her, instructing that she must get back into the car.

she pointed the gun forward.

"whoa, whoa, what are you doin!?" the male patrol, shouted.


the body lay motionless on the tarmac.

"i'm sorry...", she said slowly, with clear indication of sincere sadness. her partner of over 4 years now, died.

"are you okay?", she said to the robber.
"yeaa..sort of. jom blah!"

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