THE
CHRONICLES
OF KOLEJ
MATRIKULASI
NEGERI
SEMBILAN
2020/2021
WHAT LIES WITHIN
LEADERSHIP
The Edge 26
The English Language Club 1 A Daily Attire 27
Executive (EXCO) Commitee Never Ending Dreams 28
The Magazine Committee 2 Seasons of Life in KMNS 29
Teacher Advisors of the Club 3 Life 30
Message from the Director's 4-5 Lying To Myself 31
Desk KMNS 32
Editor's Message 6
Existence 33
The Words 34
The Lost Dream 35
ABOUT ENGLISH LANGUAGE Lesser God
CLUB Honour 36
37
Session 20/21 at a glance 7-8 Short Stories
Addiction 39-41
STUDENTS' LITERARY WORK The Dystorian Lineage 42-48
Poems My Favourite Place 49-50
Nuggets Of Life 11 Creepy Crawlies 51-53
Every Meeting Has Its Ending 12 The Cure 54-56
Semicolon 13 Pinocchio 57-58
Love 14 A Perfect Ending 59-60
Poetry 15 The China Ballerina 61-67
Unknown Sonnet 16
Final Elegy 17 Essays
Without Which, Not 18 What Do You Envisage 69-70
Last Time 19 as the Next Big
Wrong Timing 20 Innovation in Education?
Dear Students 21 Experiences on Doing 71
Meaning 22 a Youtube Channel
A Beautiful Tomorrow 23
About Thoughts 24
My Secret Crush 25
CNY 2021 72-73 MUET BAND 6 108-110
Cultivating civic mindedness 74-75 COLUMN
among youth MUET Band 6 Column for
Mixed feelings staying in 76 Session 20/21
cluster Intan Delima
My Bittersweet Memories 77-79
Cyberbullying on social 80-81 A LAST SAY
media
MadFit Club 82 111-112
Living Positively 83-84 CREDITS
Road to a Safer Future 85-88 Editors
Publishing Editor 113-115
WHAT SAY YOU? 89-92 Chief Student Editor
What's your favourite List of English Language
cartoon? Club Members
Who’s your favourite
character from any book,
cartoon or movie?
If you could be any
character, who would you
be?
COMMITTEE MEMBERS
AND ACTIVITIES
English Quiz Competition 94-95
T-Shirt Designing 96-97
Competition
Chinese New Year Podcast 98-99
Short Video Competition 100-101
Debate Competition 102-103
Academic Challenge 104-105
Insight into the Pandemic 106
from the Eyes of a Police
Officer
Makeover of Language 107
Labs
E N G L I S H
L A N G U A G E
THE C L U B
COMMITTEE MEMBERS
President :
Sia Kim Juan (S1DP5)
Vice President 1 :
Dhanieya Ganeish (S1FP2)
Vice President 2 :
Nadzirah binti Ridzuan (S2DP3)
Secretary :
Tun Lee Ann (S1DP3)
Assistant Secretary :
Kaveen A/L Ellangopan (S2AP2)
Treasurer :
Amanda Nicole Leong Carmen (S1DP3)
Youtube Manager :
Nayli Adriana binti Ibrahim (S3BP1) (Head)
Nur Safiah binti Mohd Fauzin (S3BP3)
Etube :
Helennie Jeanes Lorelai Mamac (S1GP1)
(Head)
Content Developers :
Hisha A/P Mani Maran (S3AP5) (Head)
Tan Yen Lynn (S1GP1)
Brendon Chee Jun Ren (S1AP4)
Synergy Activities Division :
Saran Nair A/L Chendraseagran (S1DP3)
Low Tan Ni (S2BP4)
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COMMITTEE
Thanesh Pui San Amanda Saran
YEARBOOK
Zul Keerthana Fareeeza Irene
Dhanieya Wilson Lee Ann
Navin Syasya
THE
2
LECTURER ADVISORS
Tn. Izehari bin Basar
Director of KMNS
Tn. Hj Shahrom bin Shaari
Deputy of Director
Ms. Salwa Anita binti Hj Isa
Head Department of Arts, Humanities & Social Sciences
Ms.Sophie binti Tarmizi Head
of English Language Unit
Mdm. Cheah Yit Ying
Head of English Language Club
Ms. Noordzila Tasmin Ms. Madeline Liew Szu Hwa Ms. Noor Fadzliana Mat Zain Ms. Siti Rohayzah binti Jasman Ms. Roziah binti Idris
Lecturer Advisor of English Lecturer Advisor of English Lecturer Advisor of English Lecturer Advisor of English Lecturer Advisor of English
Language Club Language Club Language Club Language Club Language Club
(retired) (retired)
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MESSAGE
FROM
DIRECTOR
Well, that certainly wasn’t the year we expected…
The second edition of English Language Club (ELC) Yearbook with
the title ‘Chronicles of KMNS’ is finally here. The title was chosen
aptly as it described perfectly the challenges faced by students and
the staffs in the midst of Covid-19 pandemic. Upon reflection, I
can’t help but to think of the things we at the college missed. There
were so many immersing activities planned for the year. But due to
the Covid19 pandemic, one after another was called off. Just what
is a true yearbook without those key moments captured and all of
the priceless memories recorded. Nonetheless, I highly admire the
spirit of my students and lecturers here at Negeri Sembilan
Matriculation College. They have somehow, shall I say,
miraculously, executed the planned-activities by the Club despite
having intermittently hybrid classes and all the odds against them.
Throughout this session, many activities including English Quizizz,
ELC T-shirt Designing Competition, Podcast, MUET Workshop and
ELC Video Making Competition were successfully carried out…
virtually! Indeed the saying is true…when life gives you lemons, just
make lemonade. Those activities are highlighted in this yearbook.
Matriculation colleges as educational institutions are preparing
students to embrace challenges in all aspects of their
development, be it physically, mentally and emotionally, in order to
mould them into an empowered citizen, especially so, in the wake
of the Industrial Revolution (IR) 4.0. Furthermore, character
development and sense of values are very important for their
character building as holistic individuals.
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The main job at the college is to get the students all geared up to
embrace the “new norms” and adapt to the “e-learning”. There are
many initiatives to help realize such intent which includes among
others, the college’s effort to build a new dedicated telco tower at
the college. Once ready, the tower will help expand the network
coverage or capacity and facilitate the signal reception of mobile
phones, thus improving the students’ time accessing academic
materials as well as enhancing their communication experience at
the college.
Regardless, it is somewhat flabbergasting that despite the network
intermittent and shortcomings at the college, the students still
managed to portray their high self-worth in carrying out English
Quizizz with 208 participants registered, ELC Youtube Channel with
11 videos on #lifeinKMNS competition, 5 Podcast shows using
Streamyard for the Talk Show “That’s the Tea” on Wednesday,
MUET Online Workshop and Designing T-shirt using Canva
application; just to mention a few.
It is a great hope that the production of this yearbook will enable
students to showcase some of the best creative endeavours in this
virtual learning atmosphere. I would also like to take this
opportunity to congratulate the Head of Department of Arts,
Humanities and Social Sciences, Head of English Unit, English
Language Club Advisors and the entire editorial team for their hard
work and dedication that has resulted in this publication of this
yearbook. Amazing people are indeed hard to find. May such effort
and more continue for the students of the coming sessions.
My Best Wishes,
Izehari Basar
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E
D M E S S A G E
I “Words are, of course, the most
T powerful drug used by mankind.”
O -Rudyard Kipling
R' I’ve always loved the concept of words, how they can be shaped
and intertwined to create an endless number of stories,
dissertations and poems, each evoking a different emotion. It’s so
S powerful and yet simple. That’s probably why I was overjoyed to
find out I would have the opportunity to contribute in the
production of the magazine for the English Language Club
At the beginning I was filled with nervous anticipation because I knew it would be a long arduous
journey ahead but it was a responsibility made lighter because I had an amazing team with me. I
am forever grateful for their cooperation, creativity and dedication to the magazine. Not to
mention our incredible teacher advisor, Ms Madeline whose guidance and assistance we are
indebted to and our proof reader, Ms Thiruchelvi who scoured through the entire magazine
keeping it to the highest standard of English.
With every project there are unavoidable milestones but I must say our session was more difficult
than most. In light of the Covid-19 pandemic which shook our country, our college did its best to
cope with the situation and find the best way to help us make it through the session. We had
online classes, strict SOPs, masks 24/7, a strict rule of no unnecessary meetings and were
encouraged to practise social distancing. These conditions did however complicate the matter of
producing this magazine but we did our best to conduct meetings online and carry out our
assigned tasks virtually. In fact I only had one opportunity to meet the entire magazine team
towards the end of our session.
Despite the circumstance, we strived to do our best. In fact, the reason I am so proud to present
our magazine is because in spite of everything, we have so much talent, creativity and love of the
students of KMNS to showcase in the following pages. No matter what happened, nothing
stopped the students from doing their best and experiencing the quirks and perks of KMNS. As
you read on I hope you get to see what I saw when my team and I put this magazine together. I
hope you feel the emotions some students can only express in poems. I hope you enjoy the wild
plot twists and sometimes unexpected endings in the short stories. I hope you get a glimpse of
what’s like to be a teenager and what we think about certain issues or how we view our
experiences in the essays. I hope you see the spirit of KMNS students who passionately and
enthusiastically participate in activities in the articles. Above all I hope you see shining through the
entire chronicle of KMNS our determination and perseverance in everything we pursue, making
me very proud to bow out of session 20/21 as a KMNS student.
Dhanieya Ganeish
Editor in Chief 6
E N G L I S H L A N G U A G E
C L U B
s e s s i o n 2 0 / 2 1 a t a g l a n c e
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8
S T U D E N T S '
L I T E R A R Y
W O R K
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POEMs
10
Nuggets Of Life
by Hisha A/P Mani Maran
There is no thrill in easy sailing;
When the skies are clear and blue;
There is no joy in merely doing;
Things which any man could do.
Expecting the world to treat you fair;
Because you're a good person;
Is like expecting a bull;
Not to attack you, a vegetarian!
Work together with others;
In everything that matters;
As the banana leaves the bunch;
It gets eaten for lunch!
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Every Meeting Has Its Ending
by Nur Safiah Binti Mohd Fauzin (S3BP3)
soon all of this will end and will surely be missed,
from crying silently under the blanket in the wee hours
to laughing your heart out over a simple joke,
from not understanding a thing that has been explained by
your lecturer
to having a study group and trying your best to solve
tutorial exercises together,
packed schedules and the many syllabus to catch up on,
so many things to do but so little time.
to be honest,
i won’t say i like it here but i won’t say i hate it either,
because like how every essay has its conclusion,
every problem has its answer,
every meeting too has its ending,
so for now, i’ll hold on,
no,
i’ll try my best to hold on
because in the end
i know i’ll miss it.
-s.f
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Semicolon ;
by Nur Farhanah Binti Abdul Karim
semicolon ; where the author could have
ended his sentence but chose not to
semicolon always bring hope, hope that the
story isn’t over yet, hope for the ones who
choose to fight instead of ending it all.
don’t let your story end;
DID YOU KNOW?
People around the world get semicolon tattoos to show
support for those who struggle with depression, self-
injury and suicide. It represents the choice to continue
life, because a semicolon is used when an author could
have ended his or her sentence, but chose not to.
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Love JJJJJJJJJJJJJJ
by EZRIN FARAH BINTI MAZLANI (D3P2)
Love,
Not all of us can handle it,
Some of us will feel happy or sad or even
angry
But it’s just like a rollercoaster ride,
You have to take the risk before riding it,
The same goes with love,
You have to take the risk for everything
including
Losing yourself for the person you’ve loved.
Promise yourself this,
“I need to love myself before loving others”
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BY
FATHIMAH
BINTI
SHAMSUD
DIN
POETRY
BY FATHIMAH BINTI
SHAMSUDDIN
I love how poetry talks
about
the moon and star in
replacement of you and I,
and
when it sings like birds
chirping
for the rhythm of ecstasy
that
we composed but soon in
another
stanza it mourns about
the
raw flesh and bloodshed
of war
in favor of death.
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BY
FATHIMAH
BINTI
SHAMSUD
DIN
UNKNOWN
SONNET
BY FATHIMAH BINTI
SHAMSUDDIN
I CAN TELL YOU,
POEMS WHICH I HAVE READ,
BOOKS IN MY SHELF,
STROKES OF INK FROM MY QUILL,
BUT I WON'T,
BECAUSE THEN YOU'D SEE,
HOW A POET I AM,
SUCCUMB TO RANCOUR,
THEN YOU'D KNOW,
HOW MY SONNET SAIL,
ONLY TO SINK,
ENGULF IN FEELINGS,
SINCE YOU’VE NEVER CARED,
THE METAPHORS WITHIN,
IN WHICH HAPPINESS TOO,
IS DARK, BLOOD, TEARS AND PAIN
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BY
FATHIMAH
BINTI
SHAMSUD
DIN
FINAL ELEGY
BY FATHIMAH BINTI
SHAMSUDDIN
If words can't describe feelings
there won't be a need for this elegy,
Or a need to be prejudiced
towards thunderstorm and roses in poetry,
If a fast drive of emotions
could bring us to the lowest tide of the sea,
Then the depth of ocean can be foreseen
by a mere metaphor's decree.
But words could unfold thousands of lies that
you keep
hidden under the elegies that you conceived,
Thus it would cost to be friends
with the words that axed your secrets' fence,
If the ancestors' greed to write,
is the greatest sin ever written in Sanskrit,
Then the consequences are for the descendants
like us
to face it,
And so I bid adieu in my final elegy,
To pay for the tragedy,
Because goodbye would stay for eternity
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BY
FATHIMAH
BINTI
SHAMSUD
DIN
WITHOUT
WHICH, NOT
BY FATHIMAH BINTI
SHAMSUDDIN
Sine qua non, happiness in poetry,
A harmless form of paroxysm that incites
the wrath,
In how beautiful words are scribbled, I
inhale rancour,
And in how meticulous every line’s
arranged, I savour resentment,
At the very last stanza, I see how life is only
an obligation to death,
Without living, one would never die.
Sine qua non, sadness in reality,
I was introduced to "once upon a time"
scene,
Where there is moonlight in every
darkness,
And there are whistles of piccolo in every
dirge,
At the very last breath I saw how death is
only an obligation to life,
Without death, one is never alive.
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LAST TIME
by By Intan Shakira Irwani Binti Mohd Shukri
Intertwine our fingers together while our souls dance gracefully,
Pull me in a deep hug,
The special ones that reminds you of the beautiful past we had together,
Hold me. Hold me close,
As if, you’re afraid I'll be gone the second you let go,
As we let our skin burn with each other’s touch, our shoulders became wet.
Maybe we knew that we have to let go at some point.
Maybe it's a fantasy that we want so bad to be true;
that the "last time" will repeat over and over again.
But here we are,
Living our lives separately,
Reminiscing of what went wrong, wanting to feel each other’s presence.
for the last time again.
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Wrong Timing
by By Intan Shakira Irwani Binti Mohd Shukri
Would've been splendid,
If the things we planned came true,
The stargazing while talking about some stupid things we've done
and just enjoying each other’s presence,
Watching sunsets together until the cold breeze brushes off our cheeks,
But it doesn't matter because we can feel the warmth of our collided souls,
Having picnics and take millions of pictures to look back and just giggle,
Screw that, it wouldn't be splendid,
It would've been perfect,
But yeah, maybe it wasn't the right time,
Cheers to our new lives.
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DEAR STUDENTS
Dear students,
Being a teacher is not always a good thing
Being a teacher is sometimes tiring
Being a teacher is always challenging
But being a teacher is definitely fulfilling
Some students know me, some students
ignore me
Some students love me, some students hate
me
Some students respect me, some students
diss me
No matter what, students are what matter to
me
So my dear students,
If I scold you, does not mean I hate you
If I am cold to you, does not mean I ignore
you
I am a teacher with feelings, who wants the
best for you
So I wish you all the best, may God bless you.
Ms Norliana Ibrahim
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MEANING by Syood
I feel worthless
What’s the point of living?
What am I trying to achieve in this world?
Am I making a change?
I want this to stop.
I see you see me cry
As a single tear trickled down my face
The warm sensation of those salty liquid glide down my
cheeks
I masked it with lies and laugh
Repeatedly telling myself I’m fine
Repeatedly pushing my brain to numbness
I feel like screaming
But the water was too deep
The pressure kept suffocating me
I reached out for help
Was I really in need of help?
I have all four limbs with me
I can swim
But I don’t really feel like swimming
I’ve come to accept that nobody can hear me from down
here
It’s lonely
But comforting
I feel like I’m supposed to be here
I fully believe
This is home
and that
I’m fine.
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A BEAUTIFUL TOMORROW
Oh, how long more, we ask,
Oh, how long more…
The dark days,
The fearful nights,
The days of lockdowns,
Not knowing when these will pass.
But this I know.
As surely as the sun will rise,
As surely as dusk turns to dawn,
There will be a new tomorrow,
Days of hope will surely come,
The joy of a beautiful life will be
restored,
And descend upon us all, like soft dew
in our hearts.
Mdm Oh Chen May
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BY
DAYANG
NUR
IZZIANA
BINTI ABOUT
AWANG
DAHLAN
THOUGHTS
(S2AP3)
BY DAYANG NUR IZZIANA BINTI
AWANG DAHLAN
WHAT IS YOUR DEFINITION OF SUCCESS?
I DON'T TRUST THE THOUGHTS THAT COME
INSIDE MY HEAD
I DON'T TRUST THIS THING THAT BEATS INSIDE
MY CHEST
WHO I AM, AND WHO I WANT TO BE CANNOT
CONNECT; WHY?
SMILE FOR A MOMENT THEN THESE QUESTIONS
START TO FILL MY HEAD, NOT AGAIN
I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW I AM
VULNERABLE; WHY?
THAT MAKES ME FEEL WEAK AND SO
UNCOMFORTABLE; WHY?
STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS, I JUST WANT TO
FEEL ALIVE UNTIL I DIE,
TAKE MY CHANCES, I JUST ROLL THE DICE, DO
WHAT I LIKE
IF I SHOULD STICK MY KNIFE INSIDE OF
PENNYWISE,
I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYBODY ELSE THINKS;
LIES
I DO NOT NEED NOBODY TO HELP ME; LIES
I DON'T UNDERSTAND, IT GOT ME QUESTIONING
LIFE, WHY?
JUST TELL ME WHY
INSIDE I FEEL DIVIDED,
I WANT TO BE GREAT BUT I GET IT IN THE WAY
OF MYSELF AND I THINK ABOUT EVERYTHING
THAT I COULD NEVER BE,
WHEN THEY TALK ABOUT THE GREATEST, THEY
ARE GOING TO PROBABLY NEVER PUT US IN THE
CONVERSATION,
LIKE SOMETHING THEN I GOT TO TAKE IT,
WRITE SOMETHING THEN I MIGHT ERASE IT,
HOLD MY ISSUES UP, FOR ALL TO SEE, LIKE
SHOW AND TELL
A LOT OF PEOPLE KNOW ME, BUT THEY DON'T
KNOW ME WELL.
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M Y S E C R E T C R U S H
By Verolyn Debbie Hilton
by Verolyn Debbie
I THINK ABOUT YOU EVER Y DAY,
I PLAN OUT WHAT TO SAY,
YOU HAVE NO IDEA, YOU HAVE NO CLUE,
J UST HOW MUCH I THINK OF YOU.
I TRY NOT TO STAR E, I TR Y NOT TO HIDE,
I TR Y NOT TO SHOW THAT I HAVE ALWAYS LIED.
IF I HAD TOLD YOU BEFOR E,
YOU MIGHT NOT BE THE SAME ANYMOR E.
I WANT TO TELL YOU HOW I FEEL,
BUT THE VOICES INSIDE MAKE ME CONCEAL,
I KEEP IT DOWN INSIDE MY HEAR T, HOPING THAT
NOTHING FALLS APAR T.
WHEREVER YOU GO, MY HEAR T WILL FOLLOW
BUT SADLY EVER , ONLY I KNOW,
I HOPE MY HEAR T WILL NEVER BE BR OKEN
ALL BECAUSE OF MY LOVE UNSPOKEN.
MY DEAR SECR ET SWEETHEART,
I J UST WANT YOU TO KNOW,
THAT I ADOR E YOU MUCH
WITH ALL OF MY HEART.
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T H E E D G E
by DHANIEYA GANEISH
I U SED TO WA L K TH E ED G E
D A N C E O V ER TH E L EDG E
A BO V E TH E H ED G E
O F A FO U R STO R Y MA L L
I U SED TO SKIP A N D TU R N
MY STO MA C H WO U L D C H U R N
EX C ITED TER R IFIED FEEL IN G S WO U L D BU R N
W O N DER IN G IF TH IS WA S MY L A ST TU R N
I’ D A L WA YS WA N TED TO FL Y
FO R O N C E I H A D TO FEEL TH A T H IG H
FO R O N C E I SH O U L D A T L EA ST TR Y
TO PU T O N TH E SH O ES O F MY TO R MEN TO R S
W H EN TH EY PU T ME DO W N
BL O O D Y MY N O SE L IK E A C L O WN
H A V E ME C A L L TH EM K IN G S WITH TH EIR SEL F-PR O C L A IMED C R O W N
I EN V Y TH EM A L ITTL E
IT’ S MY TIME TO SH IN E
C L O SE MY EYES A N D C R O SS TH E L IN E
A R MS O U TSTR ETC H ED, EMBR A C E TH IS FR EEDO M O F MIN E
W H EN I K ISS TH E G R O U N D, I’ L L O N L Y R EMEMBER FL YIN G
W H EN I L IV ED, A L L I’ D FEL T L IK E W A S DYIN G
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A D A I L Y A T T I R E
by DHANIEYA GANEISH
I PIC K MY PER SO N A L ITY L IK E A D A IL Y A TTIR E
I STA N D A N D TH IN K
W H IC H MA SK W O U L D BE BETTER TO D A Y
W H A T PER SO N A W IL L D ISG U ISE MY C L O U D S MO R E BEL IEV A BL Y
W H A T EX PR ESSIO N W O U L D H ID E MY TH O U G H TS
SO YO U C A N ’ T R EA D ME
SO YO U C A N ’ T FIG U R E ME O U T
SO YO U C A N N EV ER U N D ER STA N D ME
SO YO U W O N ’ T EV ER G ET TO O C L O SE
I’ M SO TER R IFIED
TH A T SO MEO N E MIG H T MA K E IT IN H ER E
A N D PO P MY BA L L O O N W ITH A PIN
EX PO SIN G ME BA R E
TIL L EV ER YO N E C A N R EA D ME
A S SEA ML ESSL Y A S L A STS W EEK G O SSIP MA G A Z IN E
SO TH EY C A N D R A W TH EIR J U D G EMEN TS A N D O PIN IO N S
SO TH EY’ L L TH IN K TH EY K N O W ME BETTER TH A N
I W O U L D EV ER K N O W MYSEL F
C O S IT’ S EA SY TO IG N O R E W H A T EV ER YO N E SA YS W H EN YO U K N O W
TH EY’ V E N EV ER A C TU A L L Y SEEN
W H O YO U R EA L L Y A R E
A N D MA YBE IT’ S BETTER TH A T W A Y
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N E V E R E N D I N G D R E A M S
by Nadzirah Binti Ridzuan
O U R D R EA MS A R E N EV ER EN D IN G ,
TH EY A R E N O T FEW ,
SO STO P W A STIN G TIME A N YMO R E,
TH ER E IS SO MU C H TO D O .
D O N O T SIT BEH IN D W ITH FO L D ED H A N D S A N Y MO R E,
BR A N D N EW O PPO R TU N ITIES A R E K N O C K IN G YO U R D O O R .
G ET U P, W A L K O U TSID E A N D STA R T MO V IN G TO W A R D S YO U R G O A L S,
D O N O T BE SC A R ED EV EN IF YO U R PO C K ET IF FIL L ED W ITH H O L ES.
EV EN IF YO U R D R EA MS A R E N EV ER EN D IN G , A N D ID EA S A R E FEW ,
YO U D O H A V E TH E C A PA BIL ITY TO MA K E TH EM C O ME TR U E.
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S2AP2
By Debbie Choong
SEASONS OF
LIFE IN KMNS
issing goodbye to our comfort zone,
With the fear of being all alone,
Yet we knew that we had to,
In order to get this through.
eeting people from all 14 states,
Hoping to find someone who can relate,
Different personality, different interests, different traits,
Not knowing what the future awaits.
o longer strangers to be,
As we embrace each other with glee,
Making memories every day,
Even when it’s a weary day.
aying goodbye with a heavy heart,
As we will all soon depart,
It’s ok to not comprehend
That part of the journey is the end.
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LIFE
BY ALYCIA BONG AY LING (S1BP3)
life goes on
with or without you.
as the autumn arrives,
the leaves fall.
as the spring comes,
the blossoms bloom.
reading the circle of life,
watching the seasons change.
I'll be as simple as the
phenomenon,
move on when need to,
stay when it means
so, when the leaves fall,
I won't feel dejected
as I know flowers will bloom
and that's what we call "life"
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LYING TO MYSELF
TAN JUN HOONG
(S1BP6)
II won't feel sad,
I am glad that we are going home,
I never made any good friends here,
I didn't like to play sports with them,
Eating with them, working with them, messing
around with them, sleeping with them...
None of those was fun,
I guess.
I don't cry,
I'll barely remember these,
Acquaintances,
People who stumbled across each other with luck,
Who were just forced to be together stuck.
We're just using one another to pass our marks,
to make ourselves a future not so dark,
So that we can earn a few more bucks,
Right?
There's 1440 hours left on the clock,
Every last minute is a life in hell,
Every last second is depression and torture,
I won't regret the day I leave, I don't believe that I
was blessed,
I'm probably lying to myself, again.
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K.M.N.S
Not just an ordinary
Kolej Matrikulasi Negeri Sembilan
But
K . M . N . S . that represent as
Knock Miracle New Success
Here, we are going to be a brand new person
Here, we discover how to be a better person
which make us more matured
Here, we learn how to be patient
with all the challenges that we have to go through together
Here, we make a lot of memories
with dear friends who are living far away from family
Here, we share love and sorrow together
that make close relationship like one happy family
Here, we fight and challenge ourselves
to reach our goal that we set all this time
Now, we are almost at the finishing line
to achieve outstanding success in this PSPM
Therefore, we need to give all our best effort
to gain unexpected success in the future.
From,
Nurulain Binti Hamzah
S2AP2
MS2012101277
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Existence
We chase after each other’s existence,
I need you, you need me,
Even so no matter how we deny,
Our existence put together
Brought more pain and suffering than
love and bliss.
People say “no matter which side you look at it,
their relationship is very much heartbreaking.
Even though they love each other”
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B Y N A O M I M E L I A ( D 1 P 9 )
The Words
I love your smiles,
As bright as the sun.
I love your cuddles,
As warm as the summer.
I love your kisses,
As sweet as a jelly.
I love your kindness,
As gentle as a flower.
Oh how I’ll never feel it again,
When you were all that I had.
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The Lost Dream
By Alycia Bong Ay Ling (S1BP3)
if I’m fading into nothing,
would you come to me?
if I’m losing and sinking,
would you fly to me?
he told me he was real,
like magic itself.
reminded me I was not alone,
when I’d no place to call home
When everything turned into dust,
I thought I was lost,
But he said lift your weight up,
So we’d never land
he showed me the brightest star
and whispered “I was home”.
I was overwhelmed that night,
never had I smiled this bright
what if I grew up and moved on,
would you still search for me?
What if I tell you the truth,
that I never was your Wendy?
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LESSER GOD
By Dhanieya Ganeish
When there are thunderclouds
There are the misty sighs
Of all the peoples’ cries
In sight of graying skies
What do they know
Of the secrets of gods
Higher above
Wielding a power
They cannot understand
But submit to it they must
Let me tell you a story
Of the weak and bewildered cast
Of a play directed
By a bored god
What could be more fun
Than tormenting the very lives
He made himself
Look in the mirror mortal
You are no lesser god
You are a toy he puppeteers for his amusement
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HONOUR
By Dhanieya Ganeish
When the coffin comes home Curse the gods for taking him away
Laced with aluminium and chrome Why they left me in my misery to
stay
To keep out the sand and dust
Remnants of war and trust Honour is why they die
Fighting the world’s unrest and lies
Mother is silent, speechless and
shocked Honour is why I should have pride
The general looks at me and our For he took the world in his stride
eyes locked
The shot from the guns stop my
Age and experience lined his face tears
After another war, another soldier Put away my worries, put away my
in the case fears
Tears start to blur my vision As they give me the folded flag
Torn apart with the terms of my I know this means more than a rag
decision
It symbolizes the things he is
Fall apart or stay strong Courage, bravery, love and peace
But I have been strong for so long
He did what was honourable and
Now the one I love is gone and dead right
Yet so many things left unsaid He stood his ground and fought
with might
The question is should I be proud
Or should I fall to my knees and So, I’ll walk into a better tomorrow
scream out aloud The honour of this country was
worth the sorrow
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SHORT STORY
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Addiction
Written by: Tan Yen Lynn
S1GP1
Sook Lynn’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she savoured the chocolate
on her tongue. The exquisite taste and unbelievably smooth texture of
the praline, coupled with the sharp flavour of cocoa beans seemed to
infiltrate every fibre of her being, rendering her helpless in this
gastronomical heaven.
It was 5 pm and the skies were a drab gray, but the weather never
stopped Sook Lynn from having her daily dose of Auntie May’s famous
chocolates for tea. She would gladly brave torrential downpours if it
meant that she could get her hands on a box of those tantalizing
confectionaries before they were sold out, as they usually there.
Auntie May’s chocolates had become Sook Lynn’s private indulgence
ever since her laid eyes on a large, sparkling advertisement
proclaiming that Auntie May’s chocolates were the most fabulous ever,
and were guaranteed to cause an addiction. From the on, one thing
led to another and before she knew it, Sook Lynn was making daily
trips down to Auntie May’s small shop to buy boxes of the delicious
chocolate.
“Oh, hello, Sook Lynn! Back again I see! Ahh… the double-coated
pralines, always a favourite!” the cashier smiled and gave a little gasp,
“Oh dear, this box looks a little squashed, let me give you a new one.”
She winked as Sook Lynn gave her a grateful smile.
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Today was no different. It was time for Sook Lynn to make her trip
down to Auntie May’s to purchase some chocolates; she already felt a
deep craving in the pit of her stomach. Hastily putting on her shoes,
she made a quick phone call to the store to ensure that the
chocolates were still in stock.
“Hello, Auntie May’s Chocolates, may I help you?” a cheery voice rang
out.
“Yes, hi, I just wanted to check if your double-coated pralines are still in
stock.”
“Okay, just a minute, let me check the shelves,” the cheery voice
tinkled. After five minutes, it returned and informed Sook Lynn in an
impossibly cheerier tone,” Yup, the chocolates are still in stock, get
them while they’re hot!”
“Thanks, I’m on my way down now.”
Ten minutes later, a very damp Sook Lynn burst through the doors of
Auntie May’s Chocolates in a breathless pant. Quickly scanning the
packed shelves, she picked out a passable looking box of chocolates,
grabbed it and pushed her way through the throngs of people to the
ca shier.
Soon after, Sook Lynn was sitting comfortably on a large beanbag as
she popped chocolates one by one into her mouth. Almost instantly,
she felt a sudden wave of relaxation wash over her.
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It was that familiar feeling of ecstasy every time she ate a chocolate.
Breathing deeply, she felt the blood rushing through her capillaries,
coursing through her veins and filling her with warmth. Sook Lynn
stared in wonderment at the tiny chocolate between her fingers. She
knew that chocolates were a type of aphrodisiacs, but she never knew
that chocolates could have this kind of effect on anyone.
Suddenly, as she bit into her fifth chocolate, Sook Lynn felt a stabbing
pain in her heart. She cried out in fear, clutching her chest as the pain
lanced mercilessly again. Trying desperately to stand, Sook Lynn
stretched out her hand in a futile attempt to grab the telephone from
its hook, but the pain was simply overpowering. She gasped as she fell
to the ground, her head a swimming whirlpool and her vision cloudy.
What was happening to her?
Feeling herself slowly blacking out, Sook Lynn flailed her arm wildly,
her fingers catching on the half-eaten chocolate number five. Putting
her hand to her mouth to take a last bite of the exquisite chocolate,
she noticed a faint, almost invisible trail of white powder emerging
from the center of the praline. But by the time realization hit her, Sook
Lynn was already too far gone to return
.
Two days later, policemen shook their heads in disbelief as they
examined the box of heroin-filled double-coated pralines lying
innocently beside Sook Lynn’s dead, cold body.
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The Dystorian Lineage
Written by: Dmitry Hoe
As soon as he touched the soft grass, Cormack ran like the wind, not
daring to look back. To his horror, he heard the thunderous galloping
of horses. Winding around trees and dodging blindly of any low
hanging branches, Cormack lost the horsemen after a heart-thudding
chase into the forest. As he made his way deeper inside carrying a
torch, something moved past him, and all went dark.
Cormack awoke on a marble-stoned cold floor tinged with black and
green. A good ten feet to his right, stood a pale lady but breathtakingly
enchanting, looking not older than 24 dressed in a dark maroon gown,
the hem of her gown just right above her heels. She eyed Cormack with
brilliant reddish-golden eyes, alert and contemplative. As he continued
to stir, a flash of excitement passed her pale complexion. When she
spoke, her voice sounded so silky and light yet dangerous. “Hello
there…human. I see that you’re finally waking up. My sincerest
apologies for having us meet like this. After all, you were trespassing.
Now, I propose that you should indulge me in what brings you into my
domain?” Followed by a short pause, she laughed sending chills up
Cormack’s spine. “I almost forgot, where are my manners? I’m Celeste
but for you, Your Highness would suffice.” Judging by Cormack’s
surprised look, she said softly with a small playful smile, “Yes human I
am soon to be Queen of my beloved dark clan.” In seconds, she was in
front of Cormack’s eyes, hand to his throat.
With a sinister smile and eyes glinting, she spoke softly, “I repeat, what
are you doing here in the vicinity of my domain?”
“I-I-was in s-search f-f-or assistance…. f-rom-m yo-u-u”, choked
Cormack.
“And why exactly?”, hissed Celeste dangerously.
“Ru-una-a-way... Dy-st-toria… que-en…”
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Celeste relinquished her grip and Cormack thudded onto the hard
marble. Celeste, still standing over Cormack watching in eerie silence,
only the hard gasps from Cormack heard. When Cormack steadied
himself, Celeste spoke once again, with the same soft dangerous
tones, she said, “I shall need to prove that you’re telling the truth and…
I am hungry indeed now…” Before Cormack could even push himself
up into a sitting position, Celeste’s lips already around his neck, her
fangs like two sharp white-hot needles piercing deep into his flesh. The
pain, yet there’s pleasure mixed in it. Memories and events flooded
Celeste’s mind; she could see everything about Cormack. For what
seems like an eternity, Celeste withdraw herself, licking her lips, a look
of immense satisfaction upon her pale features.
“Oops, I think I might’ve taken a little too much from you, my pet after
all I’ve never tasted blood as intoxicating as yours…”, teased Celeste.
Cormack could barely muster any energy; he felt himself slipping away
into unconsciousness.
The last thing he felt before succumbing was the cold soothing touch
from Celeste as she whispered into his ear while licking a drizzle of
blood running down from her bite, “Everything’s going to be alright my
pet….”
Cormack awoke a day and a half later and finds himself on a plush
velvety bed accompanied by four bedposts at each corner. As if right
on cue, Celeste walked in carrying a tray of what looks like food. Seeing
him awake, Celeste cooed, “Finally…look who’s awake….”. She propped
Cormack up on the pillows while brushing his hair away from his
brown eyes.
“You’ve been out for some time my pet”, said Celeste. “Here, let me
feed you.”
Cormack, still feeling a bit weak and disoriented, allowed himself to be
fed.
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Although uneasily terrified by her, there’s something captivating
about Celeste. Celeste must’ve noticed the worry in Cormack’s eyes
for she nonchalantly said with a giggle, “Don’t worry my pet, it
seems that you were being truthful after all. You don’t have to fear
anything anymore.” Cormack nodded hesitantly.
“Oh, and by the way, you’ve completely missed my coronation. It’s
Queen Celeste now my little one”, gushed Celeste while stroking
Cormack’s cheek.
“Now I’ve got to dash my sweet, try to finish up the food and get
some rest. I’ll check on you later.”
As dusk fast approaches, Celeste returned. “And how’s my little pet
doing so far?”, cooed Celeste.
“M-muc-hh better Y-your Majesty”, stammerred Cormack.
Celeste turned her golden-red eyes on him and said with a smile,
“Good, good. Do you feel strong enough to adjourn to the library
with me tonight? It’s only fitting that I give you a tour around my
palace too.”
Cormack found himself saying “Yes I w-ould-d be honoured, Your-r
Majesty. Th-hank you.” The pair spent a chunk of the evening
exploring the palace and visiting the library. It isn’t well past 1am till
Cormack stifled a yawn.
“Tired, my sweet?”, chuckled Celeste. “Come, let us retire to our
chambers now”, said Celeste firmly as Cormack showed signs of
interjection. Celeste spent the next hour telling Cormack about the
history of her and her clan. As Cormack felt himself embracing
sleep, she reassured him while planting kisses on his neck, “Good
night my pet…rest easy for I’m here.”
As the days progressed into weeks, Cormack found himself
adapting to his new sanctuary. He is always by Celeste’s side as
soon as he was fully recovered. One night, the pair went on a stroll
around the palace’s grounds. The stars seemed to be smiling and
the night was still and cool, only the sounds of distant wolf howls
rippled through the perpetual darkness.
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“My sweet, I have never told anyone about this so if I as much as get
word about what I told you I’m afraid I’ll have to end your existence.”
Seeing the scared look on Cormack’s face, she let out a cackle which
sounded strangely beautiful that could be heard from all over the
courtyard.
“I’m only teasing my sweet pet not to worry, I uhm actually do
sometimes envy the life of humans a little.” Over the next half hour, the
pair were so engrossed in their discussion. Just as they were walking
around the palace garden, Cormack pushed Celeste up against the
pole. Celeste looked extremely indignant, with fangs baring in the
moonlight. “Just what do you-”
Their lips met for the first time. With their bodies entwined, both
started to kiss fiercely. When they pulled apart and their eyes met,
something sparked in between them. Celeste looked pleasantly
surprised and breathless, “You...kissed...me…” She pulled Cormack in for
another, Cormack whispered, “I... confess that I have feelings for you,
something about you is just so...captivating, from your slender
appearance to your dominant, caring nature.” Cormack’s cheeks
reddened as he said this. “For as long as I’m around my darling fiance,
nobody is going to touch you. You are mine and mine only...”, Celeste
said with a light ferocity.
“Forever my Queen.”
“Forever my... King.”
The months progressed and their relationship blossomed. It wasn’t very
soon until Celeste got pregnant. Celeste couldn’t rule her clan as the
child feeds off of her.
“Stop...I can’t...do t-that anymore t-to you”, gasped Celeste weakly one
night as Cormack stood over her, his wrist held in front of her. “I’ll
deteriorate you, wear you down even worse if I continue this.” Her tears
are evident that she’s fighting the pain and adamant that she’ll not take
from her husband anymore. Cormack’s heart broke as he watched his
beloved suffer.
“But you need sustenance, our child need sus-”, he faltered under her
glare.
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“Come hold me please my beloved...”, she spoke barely audibly.
Cormack had her in his arms at once. The baby was born soon after a
couple of weeks later. It was a grisly situation as the baby clawed its
way out causing Celeste to be on the verge of death. Cormack having
no choice but to slit his arm to revive his beloved wife. As Celeste
recuperated, Cormack decided to go out for a run one evening. But
he was back in a matter of minutes. He burst into the study to find
Celeste tending to Selene, cooing and giggling together.
“What’s the matter my love?”, asked Celeste upon reading the
panicked expression on her husband’s handsome features.
“They-y... spotted...recog-gnized...th-e-e queen’s sco-uts...they-y know
our location-n”, panted Cormack.
The look of alarm flashed across her radiant features only to be
replaced by intense ferocity which Cormack has never seen before in
her striking golden eyes mere seconds after.
“Rally the others, fortify the perimeters we need all hands on deck!”,
she shouted as she took flight towards the west wing before
Cormack could even utter a word. In minutes, the entire clan stood at
the ready at every entrance. It wasn’t before long that the royal
regime came storming up the horizon, wielding iron weapons and
donning heavy metallic armor that reflected the evening sun. Chaos
ensue thereafter with both sides engaging viciously in the battle.
Cormack and Celeste enter the fray, battling back to back, their
chemistry impeccable. Cormack and Celeste eventually got
separated, Cormack trying to locate Queen Rosalym, the queen
whose abhorrent and jealousy towards him of being the successor to
Kingdom Dystoria caused this war. Cormack continued on, taking
down as many soldiers as he can, he eventually found her but lost
sight of the queen. He tracked her to the east wing just in time where
Selene was. “Stop right there!”, he called out to her. Instantly, three
soldiers seized Cormack.
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Queen Rosalym turned to face him with a triumphant look upon her
face. “Well well well, my dear boy, it’s nice to finally meet again and
how you’ve flourished into a handsome young man”, she said with a
hint of malice, an evil smile playing on her lips. “After all this time,
you’re in my grasp at last. I so hated the fact that your late father
entitled you to be the next ruler instead of me. I’ve longed to get rid
of you since then, but I had to deal with your old man first. After I did,
it was easy afterwards.”
“It’s only fitting that my father passed on the throne to me, his only
son and true heir”, retaliated Cormack.
“You were only a boy, unfit to hold such power and still are! I’ve
worked so hard to get into the kingdom, the throne is all that
matters to me!”, hissed Queen Rosalym. Cormack could feel the
blood boiling in his body, little did he know that he has some part of
the vampire traits instilled in him by Celeste.
Cormack pulled and struggled so violently until another soldier had
to step in to hold him back. “Enough of this insolence, I’ve come too
far to get what I want and now finally have it... you get to say hello to
your dear father...”, sneered Queen Rosalym. Just as she were about
to plunge the sword into his heart, Celeste jumped between them.
Everything went still for a moment. Cormack felt the adrenaline and
fury and despair rush through his body. He took down the guards
who were pinning him to the wall and had Rosalym’s throat in his
hand in the next second. She crumpled to the floor, drowning in her
own blood. Cormack turned to Celeste with such pain and
devastation on his face, cradling her in his arms.
“Pl-leas-e-e don’t go-o, don’t lea-vve me-e my love-e....”, sobbed
Cormack. Celeste flashed a weak smile, “It-t was worth it-t.......rais-
se... our daughter wel-l, keep her sa-afe... you-u... were the... be-es-t
thi-n-ng that ever happe-ned-d to me-e...”, shuddered Celeste, dark
crimson blood pouring from her mouth and chest.
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