Wednesday 28 December 2011

LIQUIDITY OF VANITY




Quickly they slipped under the damaged bridge. Mizan was gasping for air. Syasya was gasping too. But Mizan he breathed and gasped like he just saw a monster. Yes, it was a monster Mizan just saw and that was the first time he saw a Driller with his naked eyes.  Syasya hold her back under the bridge, calming Mizan who was very terrified. She already got used to it, and she knew what she must do when she met a Driller in daylight.
Mizan was still gasping, still panting. His heart, less blood was pumped and his lungs, it just needed more air to breathe.  Syasya knew this will happen in the entire journey, a very tiring journey, they can’t run, because Mizan can only walk, he got asthma, TB and heart congenital disease. Real setback that slowing them down, but Syasya was so patient and understanding. Syasya hurriedly opened up her bag and searched for the pills she should have given to Mizan in case anything happened.  She took out every bottle labelled Isoniazid, Rifampin, Ethambutol and Pyrazinamide and she took one tablets from every bottle and gave it to Mizan, and forced him to swallow them one by one.
“Thank you Syasya.”
“For what?”
“For saving me.”
“What did I do? You just save yourself; and I just help you carrying all this medication, only after you beg was holed just after we started this journey.”
“Whatever, thank you, you saved me again.” Mizan answered in very weak tone and felt asleep, knowing that Syasya had helped him a lot in their way to the human centre.
“Hey, sleep well, and wake up fast! Wake up before the night comes, we must keep walking on night or if we not, we’ll be behind the schedule. You want to get well fast, don’t you?” Mizan was already asleep, “Ah this boy.”
Mizan was sleeping, now only Syasya left alone awake in the middle of nowhere under a damaged bridge, in the world that humans were no more be the king, not for at least two months before the Drillers rose and conquered the world.
It was 26yh century, cars, televisions, phones, most electronic things were useless.  Syasya was hovering in her boredom, recalling things which happened around her since two month ago, seeing her friends killed by the Drillers; their bloods were sucked like an air was sucked out from a balloon.  She still remembered how the Drillers killed her mother, very barbarous and savage. She had no more tears to drop, she must keep herself brave and strong and she must obey her father, the only person that still live and blood-related to her and she was going to his house with Mizan.
The war started approximately two month ago. No one knew and had the clue how it was started and where all the weird things came from.  The only thing people knew was every time in the morning, the driller will come arose from any point on the barren land, grinding up and drilling the hard and red earth to the surface to meet the sun and started walking with their drill-like head hanging and wobbling to right and left and every direction like it will fall off from the socket.  The drillers moved anywhere without no direction.  Everything in their path will be destroyed, everything will be torn apart and they will turn up the thing the torn upside down so every liquid, blood or things inside the torn-apart things will go out.
Some said the Drillers were originally the descendants of the greedy Kroenke who lived hundreds years ago where he had made a deal with the devil and sold his soul to find ‘The Spring of the King’.  He made the deal so he could fertilize his barren land and turned it into a rich soil and made lot of money and be superior to anyone who had stepped on his land. The spring was powerful than one had ever thought, it was not only fertilized barren land, it makes one who drank it stronger, and healthier, and immortals.  The spring never been shown to anyone, until one day, on the day all planets were in line on 2038, the devil showed himself again, reclaiming the spring from the long lived Kroenke.  The tale continue and it said that Kroenke had gave the spring to the devil and hoped that the devil will keep the promise that the devil will keep him immortal and live in the eternity of life as he was granted so many years ago, and the devil had not fulfill his promises, and cursed him that for Kroenke who had taken care of the devil’s spring turned into a driller. That was the risk of making a deal with the devil. And not only Kroenke turned into a driller, all of his descendants, living descendants and past descendants, for over seven generation the Kroenkes had live in wealth, richness and be prior to any one in this earth, their prime has gone and they had all turned into a driller, drilling the earth to find more ‘Spring of the King’.
Syasya was told by her father that after they had been cursed into a driller, all the drillers went into the earth with the Drillers’ leader, Kroenke to find the spring, but they found none, there was no spring of the King and the spring Kroenke used to own was also gone. Taken by the devils. For half millennia they were under the earth, searched for false gold, the drillers turned ravage and went on rampage, they appeared and went for every liquid on earth, and everything in liquid form was consider as another form of the spring and they drank them, and they will clean every liquid from anything even if the liquid was salivas, urines, bloods or wastes.
Night fell and Syasya packed everything up and forced Mizan to awake. Mizan woke up in confused and hastily grabbed all his belonging and started to move. They were heading north, to the place Syasya’s house was.  They were not far from the house anymore, only 30 miles left and they must end their walk today.
“Sya, can you slow down a bit, I’m catching up my breath.”
Syasya was not slowing down, and she will never slowing down, she even her steps quicker and moved faster. She did not want to slow down or everything will be ruined.
“Please move faster, you are a boy, you should move faster than me, take this water, drink it, but don’t let any of it drop onto the ground, or we’ll be dead. And don’t waste it!”
That day, on the 26th century, every mechanical thing was based on water, though the mechanical things were rarely found at that time, some of them which still functioning used water as fuel. Thanks to the invasion alien did on 2010, though human did win the war instead of the vast of mass destruction by that time, a technology by the aliens of turning mass piece of hydrogen molecules and oxygen atoms into a new source of power called Hyde was stole and turned into human technologies. The fossil fuel was decreasing at that time and with the founding, or to be precise the stealing of the new technology from the enemy, mankind managed to survive and prolonged their existence and managed to live a live with zero pollution from the new fuel, water.
But greedy was all above everything. The real pollution was there, polluted brain and heart, human then fought against each other to own the ocean, the richest source of water, to be the most powerful man on earth. Then the owned ocean was then covered by vast concrete, sealing them from the others to make it impossible to be stolen. Yes, the water was even stolen from the nature itself, it broke the cycle of rain and the symbiosis of the nature and by the time human became aware of their wrong doing, everything was too late and the earth was dying.  Rain felt no more, rapid development by human they had used most of the water, and the need more water.  
The war happened for reason, the Drillers also came out from the earth also for reason, water sources were gone, rain was hardly drop from any point on earth, sea level are very low, and the salt level are very high.  The only way human can get the source of water was by drilling the earth and tried to find water spring, but every water spring was owned by the Drillers.  Hence, a war between the human and the Drillers occurred. The meeting between human and Drillers started two months before, when human decided to drill deeper into the earth to find new source of water, it had led to the meeting of the Drillers and the human thus lead to the war between human, who drilled downward, and Drillers, who drilled upwards. Anyone who lived in that era will know the value of water drop. Every drop of water price more than a gold coin at that time.
Mizan and Syasya were reaching the house just before the sunrise, the managed to be there in time, regardless of how Syasya had brought Mizan in a trolley to arrive at that house in time.  Mizan was so exausthed, he was like dying and this time Syasya gave him neither remedies nor medicines to make him feel better.  This time, she tranquilized him and make Mizan went straight unconscious and laid him on the bed.
“You succeed my daughter. Now the fate of human will change, humanity will back to its prime!” The old man in white plain clothes spoke distinctively to Syasya.
“It’s my job to deliver, besides, I want to continue living.”
Mizan, he was flawed with his illness, the flawed heart, the diseased lungs and how he was actually dying; he was the perfect candidate for this. He will be the first man to be implanted with the heart of steel, and he will be the lab rat for human to test whether their semi-organic mechanical heart and lungs were good enough to improve human ability to go against the Drillers.
The apparatus were already set up by Syasya, and the semi-organic mechanical organs were also there.
“Sya, these have been planted with Drillers DNA, this will make him become as strong as the Drillers, but it will not change him into a Driller, and he will still be a human.”
“Keep on going dad, the Drillers are unpredictable.”
The conversation then went into silent and they continue doing the surgery on Mizan. His heart was taken out slowly, then his lungs. Taking out both organs took about the all day, and setting up the new organ, the semi-organic mechanical orangs inside him took about all night to succeed.  The premise was guarded by hundreds of men to ensure everything went well and even if Drillers appeared to get their blood, or water or any form of liquid from them, hundreds of strong men will protect them.
The surgery went well and Mizan was alive after the surgery.
Seven days after the surgery, Mizan opened his eyes and the only thing he said distinctively after the surgery was he felt like a million dollar man.  Syasya and his father smiled looking at him knowing that all they made had succeeded. They know they had made a saviour, based on the criteria that Mizan has. At least, Mizan was still alive using those heart and lungs.  Then they tried Mizan with his strength and his power.
First attempt, Mizan showed his enormous strength by lifting the big rock with one hand.
Second attempt, Mizan ran from nought to sixty mile per hour in just ix seconds, very fast, faster than the driller and the third attempt was bit harsh, he was given red blood and red wine to choose.
Mizan hardly made the choice, he stood up long, and suddenly he giggled, he was shaking and he grabbed the cup contained the red blood and drink it until there was no single drop of blood left.
“Oh my God, this is terrible, CODE RED, CODE RED!”
And everything turned into red.


Wednesday 23 November 2011

bird talking (Creative Writing Workshop : Critiques)


  • ·         It was a very lovely text, and show the sadness of the narrator., that's the sad thing i actually wanted to post.
  • ·         The words used were nice,i like how you used Bird as the metaphor, though it was quite manlike. 
  • ·         The tone used show the feeling, which is really great.
  • ·         But, some work need to be done to improve the grammar, it was just a few errors you've made.
  • ·         The used of dialog, cool, just the format of the dialog was wrong. i.e: "Wait, where're you going?" asked him. "I'm leaving you." The Parrot answered him back. Bird Talking

The Gunners Make It (Creative Writing Workshop Prompt)

Quickly he ran to get the ball passed too him.  Though the ball gone wide from his feet which his comrade passed it wrongly, he, the unsung hero with his speed which he knew well that he will never be able to reach to the ball before another man who was in yellow got it, ran with passion and zealous force to the ball and managed to get the ball. The Cameroon took his spirit to another level.  He was a completely different man last night. Some know he is so well in his field, and some even say he is the best man in his area, but he always let himself be under the seasons, perhaps last time it was summer, then it swiftly changed to autumn, then slowly wintering himself and last night, that was SPRING!!!  He went through few men in yellow with the ball like sticking to his feet.  They yellows, which some say those men which he gone through are the remained Nazis, who really great in assaulting, and blatantly great in defending, where from August till now, they still held their crown high.  The men in yellow, the remained Nazis, people called them the Dortmund, and the man who ran with the ball, with his team in red as he was also in red, glamorous red with FredPerry-like leaves on the crest, people named them the Gunners,sometime the White Army, and sometime the Crisis. The unsung hero, they called him the Sidekick to the Robin-who-now-doesn’t-need-Batman. After passed through the yellows, he projectiled the ball beautifully to Robin and Robin headed the ball into the goal, and Robin scored the first goal!!! “Really nice dribbling by Song, and Van the Man is very Vantastic, he scored, AGAIN.” And they played the whole game very well and managed to get through UEFA Champion League.  Alexander Dmitri Song Billong, Man of The Match.

Wednesday 16 November 2011

The girl and the man


“I never want to see you again!” and she started taking off her six inches heels and threw it to a male in checked shirt who was standing at the entrance of Pavilion shopping complex.

He moved slightly aside, dodging the thrown heels and caught the heel with his muscular arms.

Then he said with the kindest voice as he walked straight to the girl, “Oh honey, what I’ve done? What’s wrong with you? You don’t like the heels I gave you, do you? Babe, they are Italian, genuine leather.”  

He gave the heels back to the girl but she didn’t take it.

“I don’t care if this is Italy or Gombak! I will not care anymore! Who the hell is she? Why is she wearing the same heels as mine?”

“Oh, that girl. Why would you envy her, she just wore the same heels as yours, that does not make her better than you my dear.”

“I don’t care, she can walk with you! But she should not wear the same heels! You said mine, or this piece of trash was priced thousands euro, hand made, specially made for me, only one had been made! You are a terrible liar!” she spoke with her hand taking off another heels.

The man then stunned in silence, and then whispered to the girls stopping her from going to beat him “Those are China, these are Italy.”

“Whatever.” She pushed him and walked away, with the heels on the man’s chest.

MOONEYE




There was a boy,MIZAN who was so simple he even went to any occasions wearing just jeans and loose tee with dark coloured flip-flop.  He was like five foot nine, everyone said he should go playing basketball or volleyball rather than just sat on the chair moving and rubbing the knights and the queen on the white and black checked board.  He always been the first to get in classes and left none of his box in the attendance list unmarked.  He was an A student, and no one had ever called him Aleck.  Some said, he never knew any alphabets except the letter A, and he never knew that people can write or doodled “x” marks on examination papers or assignments or quizzes.  He was fair, but recently he is getting darker. He got really nice eyes, the Caucasians eyes, his nasal bone was obvious, but less obvious then Rowan Atkinson, his forehead was very clean, very alike to Johnny Deep’s forehead, his jaw was very nice, just like the Ferrari F430 bumper and his cheek, even not so chubby, the dimples were very obvious.

Every evening, whether it was at Cherating or Gambang, he walked, to appreciate nature around him, and to sip every tiny bit of fresh air into his crippling lungs to enable him pumping more precious bloods with more treasurable oxygen. But no one knew that he had TB, Congenital heart disease and asthma. That’s why he keep leaving perfect footprints on the sandy beach, though they were a bit over pronated, it still perfect on the sand, and perfect on the runway.   


He's from Cherating, lives just near the shore, where the sky was so bright at night in November he could see Orion Belt.  He used to lay on the beach, or maybe at the balcony when the weather is under the weather.  The balcony was nicely arranged with tulips and lilies, with a lazy chair facing the shore. There, when the sun just about to be going into the ocean, or into the earth, the wind could automatically help him turning the page he read to another.  The people on that village, `Kampung Sepakat Jaya’ have a very light hand, though some of them very muscular and vastly fitted tees they wore.  None of them ever keep their hand down to others, either to outsiders or insiders.

Generations to generations, everything is going well in `Kampung Sepakat Jaya’, although many pillars with ropes were now there, although people talked through boxes and some plywood-like things, and even many of them got the things people used to share their thought, their info, status, to find old-missing friends, and to post picture or moving picture, there still having occasions with teenagers bringing food in salver, which not made from silver, and some still throwing a stone to the air, grab one on the floor and catch one in the air before it falls, and the kite still flying high and the tops spinning like it will never going to stop.  Mizan, he never missed those things, he played those things and he knew every single thing very well.

But then, the moon started to …………….(to be continue)

Friday 28 October 2011

the hatred

I’m just a moth in the XBox of fame,
Fountain for geeks, blatantly sick!!
Pathetic playground, authentic brick game!!
Dear father, I hate all the myth of see-saw and hide-and-seek.


The view of Walpurgis Night,
Behold by the mansion of corpses,
My sisters are not witches, my brothers are not knights!!
Why there were doomed in the highway of darkness?

Wednesday 19 October 2011

Free Verse Poem : A DAY, THAT DAY

A mortal,
Arithmetic incarnate,
A creature,
An absolute prime,
A day, tears never been shed,
A day, he decipher none,

Some say,
He got a fractal brain,
Too positronic,
So he saw algebra without a hitch,

One day, a day,
A day,
A highway he strut,
A trauma he got,
Vanity smiled without hand lent.

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