Us-mad

Did you ever feel like
You are on the stage and everyone is staring at you
Waiting for you to make a move

Did you ever feel like
You are representing your country in a badminton game
The whole country is counting on you

Did you ever feel like
Someone is pointing a gun on your head
Forcing you to give everything as if you have nothing to loose

As if the fate of your dignity, your country, your life, is in your hand
The tense, the pressure, until you can no longer stand
Expecting you to do anything you can
A simple slip you made
People laugh at your mistake
The blame, is yours to take
You could even be shot in the head
And the next thing know, you’re dead
Get scold by your dad, then you’re upset,
You feel so mad, you gave everything you had
Screaming, “I am trying to get a good grade!”

My friends,
This is where we are now, this is where we stand now
This is a different situation
A new stage, a higher level, a crazier destination, the tension
It’s harder, It’s tougher, it’s getting more pressure
With exams and tests we have to take
With assignment and work we have to make
Oh, man! Give me a break!

Deep down below
We’re in a sorrow, our marks are low
We have to face another day tomorrow
We just can’t keep up with the flow

But, it is not too late
We can’t go back, this is the path we take
There is a success we need to make
Our future is at stake, so break a leg
We got to make a move
Either we back out to loose
Or we buck up to improve

Hey, switch on the lights
We are going to stay up night
We’re going to fight and strike
Or we will never get in that flight

We got to plan a plot
Success is our only option, failure is not
So this is our last shot
Feet fail us not, this may be the only opportunity that we got

So, come on bro
It is not the time to lay low
No more time to watch J-lo show
On the HBO
Oh, I forgot, we don’t even have an Astro
Okay, Got to go, See ya’ll tomorrow

Bully

Bully

How does it feel
To be mock, tease, hated around

How does it feel
To be taken everything what is yours

How does it feel
To be kick, push, beaten, humiliated

This is a story of a boy in my school
He said, how would you feel if you in my shoes

Why am I treated like that
I know I have no fat like you guys had
But don’t call me a brat
Just tell me if you want my hat

Just please remember
We went to the same school from January to November
Our moms know each other
You should treat me better

I went to school in a moody
But I know what you going to say already
I know everything you going to say about me
I am a kid
I am weak
I do look like a freak
But I do score better than you did

Let me give you a lecture, Let us see the future
Now I am a CEO, but you still moving slow
I am at the top of the pro
You at the bottom like the crow
You can’t pick on me anymore, fools
You don’t know what the f*** I’ve been through

You better start thinking
Stop boasting and pushing
I know you are better than me
But you always fail in biology
If you want to be in the university with me
Then stop bullying me!

The storybook..

It was quarter pass eight, when the sun is waking up , water droplets falling off the leaves, the cool breeze swept away by the heat of morning shine, as people were rushing their way to work, walking to school while others enjoying their daily jog in the park. As a boy was cruising down the street heading to his college, facing a new challenge in pursuing his studies abroad. He was a tall and skinny person with a dark and slightly curly hair struggling in his studies achieving success in his life and making his parents proud. When he was riding his bicycle, a flashback of his childhood memories came up to his mind, seeing him as a kid, growing up in a countryside, playing and enjoying life with his friends during school days.

During his primary school, he was a quiet boy, known as the nerd kids, and getting bullied by bigger boys who thinks they were better and popular, teasing smaller kids making their live miserable. This boys was always been push around because of his small posture and skinny body which was commonly labeled as “the living crops” or even “the walking stick”. He was not a sports man and always be blamed for the lost their football match and being called a loser. Reluctantly walking to school, he has to face the terrible period everyday at school. Albeit of his misfortune, he has a group of friend which they stick together making them strong supporting each other. There was Azril, the slickiest with his imaginative ideas, Najmi, the negotiator who always helps them gets out of trouble, Iqbal, the supporter who always support the group, Azri and Nazmi, respectively the tallest and the biggest of all, defending their clan, and finally the boy who was the most flexible which he always get the job done. Together, six of them make a unique gang protecting their territory from other bullies. Unfortunately, the gang was separated when they moved to their secondary school. Some of them transfer to different school or other city.

The story of the boy started to turn when in his secondary school. He met a new Chinese friend who thought him to play basketball. He felt in loves with the game until he was obsessed with it and started to try his luck for the school basketball team. A basketball game was mostly popular among Chinese student and it was a challenging journey as he was the only malay boy who was interested in the game. Despite giving up trying, he was working harder to secure his place in the team. Playing as a forward in his team, the boy reputation soon rose from zero to hero. Since then, teachers started to recognized him and the girls was cheering for him. He became one of the famous kids in school. He was even promoted to be the school prefects hanging out only with the well-known gang. Other than that, he had also a hidden talent of a great artist. His skills of designing and drawing was admired by his teacher and he was given opportunity to express his ideas into a mural. Having a wonderfull life in his school, loving friends, his legacy, he finally find his place in the world.

However, his sweetdream changes into nightmare when he had to move into a boarding school where he had never experience. Unwillingly, he has to leaves his friends and forget his glory and had to start a new book in his new school expecting to be a worse place to be and having a bad storylines as if in his primary school. In the other hand, this book turn out to be a delightfull story when he manage to blend in with the new environment, making new friends and writing an interesting story of his life. Boarding school wasn’t so bad, getting up early in the morning, washing off their own cloth and being torture by their senior. Instead, it makes the kid stronger and more independent. He also joined the basketball team. He and his friends always got caught in a hot soup and was caned of their disciplinary problems. Running away from the guard and sweeping through the dormitory during the light off and pretending to be sick just to be excuse for classes was the crime he used to do in school. Doing a last minutes studies for tests and exams. These memories sometimes give him a laughing sensation when he thinks off his foolishness during his schooldays.

He passed by the guard stand of his college, parked and locked his bicycle and running to his lecture room. As if today, studying in a private institution, in a big city, he has managed to achieve an excellent result in his schools and making his way to be an architect. Galloping to his class, greeting his friends and lecturers, studying physics, math and other subject relentlessly as he was eager to continues his studies, meeting new friends, creating new story making this life more meaningfull instead of only racing for wealth. When suddenly his friend interrupted his day dreaming, “Zhaff, you forgot the keys again”. The boy slap his forehead notating that he carelessly forget to get the class key as he was the class representative. Another memory of his life that would be written in his storybook.

-zhaff-