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One of the most iconic things you can find in UNITEN is its buses. Whether it’s the shuttle bus to class or the one heading off-campus, you can always find them roaming about. Of course, bus drivers come part and parcel with the busses. Below is an interview with one of the bus conductors, Mr. Azrul Azlan Bin Rosli. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the bus drivers, maybe you’ll find some of the following very interesting! For those who are, let’s see how much you really know!
she said to herself….that things would be a lot easier if she vanished… She was fading away… She didn’t say a word, but she kept smiling on the outside. She felt that her world was falling apart… She wanted to be unilluminated, isolated and quiet but circumstances wouldn’t allow her to do so…
I am forgiving me for falling today.
I am not often clumsy with my own emotions,
So when I spilled them all over you,
I wasn’t sure of the consequences
Alice looked at her hands in horror. The crimson-colored liquid flowed through her hands. Five dead bodies were laying in front of her. The sight before her caused her to tremble like a leaf. It was an eerie scene as there was a pool of blood surrounding her. The knife on her lap looked dull and useless yet it can cause death.
She wanted to scream for help but her voice did not come out. She crept towards the dead body nearest to her, wrapping her arms around it and held it as close as she could to her body. She did it delicately as if it was a piece of glass that could break at any moment.
In the night of days,
Under the full moon’s rays,
A roar of terror screehed for miles,
A howl of fear eliminating smiles.
Dashing through your mind,
Head shaking in regret,
Working your behind,
You feel you’re almost dead!
Projects still unchecked,
There’s Calculus and capstone,
And TOM and POM and heck.
A circular symbol that means nothing,
But also everything.
A symbol of paradox, where beginning and the end means the same thing,
So when I have a blank space in my head,
A void devoid of anything,
trying to avoid everything,
I feel a fear in me.
Whether this is a beginning of something terrible
Or the ending of something incredible.
Bunga raya, Bunga rosa,
Bunga tumbuh, darahnya baja,
Darah sama, lain hala,
Merah serupa, tidak sama beratnya,
Berat pound, berat lagi dosa,
Berat tradisi jangan dilupa,
Bunga raya, bunga rosa,
Bunganya sekuntum, yang bezanya budi dan bahasa.
Written by: Ariff Naqiuddin Abd Rahim
“Let’s go out tonight,” K suggests, cutting his chicken into small pieces before stuffing them inside his mouth.
It is lunch time and S had just finished his English class. It was his last class for this semester and the only reward that he wants right now is a good long sleep. But he knows that he won’t be getting any since he has another assignment to be finished tonight.
But, who is he kidding? He has been wrecking his brain to finish the assignment for almost 72 hours and he is not even half finished with the task. The subject is definitely not his forte and the fact that none of his group members know how to do anything is making him ready to dig his own grave so he can escape himself from the responsibility.