second free writing i wrote....

     ok. i love to write as u all know. lately in english. haha. kinda weak when im writing in bahasa or japanese. d second free writing i wrote in uitm was titled- DRUG... enjoy n comment!

DRUG

     I was walkin down d street to Berjaya Times Square when i bumped into Wei Han in front of d old gate of Pudu Jail. It was indeed a very "excellent" setting to even remembered my dirty old days with him.

     Wei Han was my classmate in math class in our form 3 period. Luckily,that time i was succesfully blended with d other students. Wei Han do drugs and even sell or supply drugs to d others. I remembered d first day he gave me my first packet of esctacy. It's for free becoz he thought that it would be nice to have me in the group-selling n distributin drugs in school it was a bad idea but i agreed. i knew it was a wrg decision sine it can lead me to jal. but it was d most perfect time for me to "shine". My family were havin huge problems financially, technically. so, i get spoilt, my own way. selling n using that shit.

     no one ever knows that i would sell those stuffs becoz that time i was totally nerd,kinda like a bokworm. i even got the position of the quartermaster of librarian in the next few months. yeah, library is my place. n it turned to be my market. students who came to me, get what they want. i dont get d money. its for the sake of having fun. i only get free packets of esctacy, the most cheapest drug in the market. that time, it was rm3.50 per tablet.

     things turn badly when i started to sell drugs in the hostel. the words spreads mouth by mouth n one day i ws caught red-handed. some "reporters" reported the news n that very night, they done some spot-checks. n i get caught. the warden sent me home instanly. my mom was rying all day long as she kenw that i will be no more living in that hostel n schooling in that high school.

     but i was a few months to , pmr is just around d corner. d hostel management dont want me anymore but the school insisted on/in having me as d student of that school untill i finished my pmr. luckily, they dont put any charged to me. so, i stopped even Wei Han forced n forced me to help him sell.

     i have changed in few mnths, totally changed. when d result was announced, i was one of the excellent students who got straight As in their pmr. mom was proud of me. i couldnt be happier coz i stopped taking esctacy. i gained weight becoz i suddenly have big appetite. then, we moved to malacca.

     its been 4 years since my last esctacy. then, Wei Han turn back into my life. he's no more a drug dealer but he is now a university student. he changed a lot too. im happy for him. n instead of selling drugs, i decided tohelp people out of this problems. drugs can lead to crimeslike suicide, murder, rape n even disease like AIDS. i dont want to be like that.

     that very moment when i think ive changed but i was totally wrong. i still want to do drugs but something stopped me. when i went for blood donation n my univesity, something bad happened. as usual after donating blod, the nurse will give me a packet of folic acid, 6 tablets n a packet of ferrous fumarate, also 6 tablets. i didnt noticed there's something wrong untill the next day. the spot where the blod comes out turned tblue n it lookedlike bruces. it is so ugly that i can imagined that is how my hands will look like when i do drugs more than just esctacy. then, i quit. no more drugs.

-THE END-

    the story still remain half-true. haha. spot the not again. as usual, that baba n nyonya lecturer gave me a comment, bu this time, it was a little short, "u r good at story-telling, farhan." thats all! i dont mind that but someone stupid in my studio wrote "BANGANG" on my paper sheet. that makes me piss-off. untill today, the writer of that word remain a mystery...huhu