Dajjal-kah Kamu?

 In the heart of Kota Bharu.

Well, it's a small town, which could barely make it's print on the globe, but it's significant to me and all the kelantan folks. The only thing more famous than Nik Aziz here is that remarkably stodgy KB Mall in the middle.

This post is actually to commemorate my recent trip to KB, which weren't so sweet. In one way, it was too sweet because my mom bargained like, 17 kilos of sugar. If you update the news, sugar price is raised, AGAIN!! which promises raise in FOOD AND DAILY GOODS PRICE, even to some FURNITURE PRICE. agggrrhh!!! Now even the leader of the country is dajjal-ing with us. Bengang tau!! And IRONICALLY the government never bothers to increase the paycheck. Now how would we live? even breathing feels hard already.

candy crisis

OK, back to the topic.

I saw sunshine, so I decided to step out to the city. If you must know, KB is now flooded, and it's like a festival when sunshine beams. Everyone was moving their asses to the city, like a hoard of stoned zombie searching for fresh brainsssss. And out of the norm, I put on my lousiest T-shirt and left my hair uncombed. Epic style.

zombie and brain pursuit. brainnnsss~~

Even in such unseasonable weather, business were going on as usual. In the heart of KB, countless stray cats were filling the empty corners like litttle crippled beggars. And real beggars were joining the company of these stray cats, stretching their puny hands to get some angelic gestures from the passerby. If you know KB, it's a town for charity, like dozens, or hundreds of homeless and deprived made the town a donation centre. Oh, how grateful to have a home to go to!

As I walked, I saw some dajjals were smooching in KFC, feeding each other like retarded kids. Looking at their appearances, the girl; bare-headed, tight dressing and wore raccoon-like makeup. Or ghost-like. Looked like some whore in American Pie, oh, perhaps she was one of the whores! I should get her autograph!

No doubt that KB has the highest rate of HIV. Because we have so many dajjal-girl like this. I'm embarrassed just to look at them.

And I walked again, now I bumped onto a groupie of dajjal-boys. You know these boys who whistle after cute girls, like these girls have no pride like them. Oh please, come on man. Whistling like some mute? That's so pathetic. And so 60s. Maybe you don't have balls to man-up and talk, but whistle like some magpie.

Or better, you can make your way to the public library and read something constructive, or apply some part-time job. Not skylarking all day and get laid by some anonymous dajjal-girl. You know by heart that you can do better right? Life is not just about love and sex.

DJ boys and girls.

And I walked again, finally I met with the worst dajjals of all.. The smokers. Which makes a massive group of dajjals.I believe that the government has warned like, 23 billion times that smoking is lethal, cause cancer and etc, and even display the effect in the cigarette box, yet these blinds and deafs were really stagnant. I really pride your effort. Congratulation, you just win a ticket to the grave-land.

This person must win the grand champion title. kudos!!

Despite the fact that Nik Aziz is the minister, our state has ever failed to earn the most numbers of dajjals in the country. Irony.

But the question remains, dajjal-kah kamu?