Mr Obnoxious And Whatsoever

Assalamualaikum. My theme and title for today is ... why don't you read yourself? Whose the one I'm talking about? Mr Muhd Shah Fadly bin Anuar! He's an obnoxious boy, one of the boys which I really double triple hate! We always argue about the same thing all of the time. Kids issue? Well, you can say so. We're still kiddies, right? A teenager is counted when we reach the age of 15 and then bla bla bla. You can search for it on the Internet don't you? Shah is a D6. He's so crazy popular in school but is he interesting? NO! WAY! Anyway, today I had Bengkel Kepimpinan AJK Tertinggi Ko-kurikulum. Originally, I held two important tasks which is Naib Pengerusi Kelab Pengawas and Naib Pengerusi Bola Jaring. But Puan Haliza asks all the students who holds more than one position in Co-curriculum to choose just one club so that we don't trouble ourselves with too many stuff to do. It's gonna be a tough job for me, and the Ramadhan's coming after all. During the month of Ramadhan, all sports activities and sports co-curriculum is canceled. We will be grouped to decorate our co-curriculum wall which was designed last year. The Kelab Pengawas's wall is near to extinct! =D. It is by the purple stairs near the Staff Room. The pictures and charts are all so last season. It's true =D! So on fasting month, we'll need to think of an idea tu re-decorate the walls. Oh yeah, I'll also be busy with Pertandingan Reka Cipta and also Ujian Bulan Ogos two more weeks. Tension being me! All busy curriculum and co-curriculum activities and is struggling to be the best on both sides. Urgh, need a good night's rest. Tatatititutu, bu-bye and assalamualaikum.

It's Par-tay Time!

Hey-llo and assalamualaikum. I'm at Port Dickson, just arrived. We're staying at a Maybank bungalow named Capricorn. Thanks to Kak Intan, my cousin-in-law for sponsoring us. It's just RM 20 for Maybank workers no matter how long we stay. Winky, winky. =P. Great, isn't it. We're going for the beach this eve and my lil' sissies are looking forward for a bath. Me? Better if I swim in a swimming pool then a sandy beach which will get into my pants and shirt. Anyway, I'm going to enter 'Pertandingan Reka Cipta' which will be conjured on 17th August along with my best buddy, Farah, Huda, Arjoon, Hakimi(aka MJP. Meaning? Ask him!), Anisah(Standard 4), Kalini(Standard 4) and Rakesh(Standard 4). We're looking for the right design to make. Got any suggestions? We had already suggested football stadium(Farah's idea), rumah panjang (Hakimi's idea), mosque(Farah's and my idea), hotel(Arjoon's idea) and a few more crazy ideas made by us. The juniors(Hahax, sorry sissies and bro) will just follow what the seniors(Well!) had planned. The grand prize for this competition is RM 2000 cash. Wow! Gotta win! That's the silver lining, babes and bros! Anyway, gotta go! Au revoir mes amies. Meaning: Goodbye my friends! Assalamualaikum and te amo! I'm such a language princess right? Hahax. Daa...

Already Gone

Assalamualaikum. Already gone. The total topic for today.



Allahyarhamah Puan Zuhairani



My teacher. My own teacher. She went back to Allah and left the world if I'm not mistaken nearly 5 o'clock yesterday morning. How can I not be sad? I was one of the students who was close with her last year. She taught me Kajian Tempatan last year. She was a strict but nice teacher. One of her daughters, Nurul Huda is my classmate and friend. I pitied her. I think that Cikgu Zuhairani is just a few years older than my mama. Her eldest daughter is in Form 2. This year, she never entered school. But when I asked Huda on Monday whether her mother is okay, she answered her mother's fine. Then, I heard from mama who is Cikgu Zuhairani's acquaintance that she is in ICU. On Wednesday, Cikgu Zuhairani's condition is critical. But the worst is, Cikgu Zuhairani died on the 14th birthday of her eldest daughter. A birthday which the eldest daughter would never forget all her life. Huda and her sisters never get to see her mother before she breathed her last breath. But better if she died and rest in peace than live a sick, tiring life and struggling to fight her pain. Mama thought that maybe Cikgu Zuhairani suffered from cancer, last year she must use a stick to walk. But if I'm not mistaken, it has something to do with her heart. Whatever it is, it still killed Cikgu Zuhairani. But I still won't forget her, a wonderful teacher. May she rest in peace. Al-Fatihah.

School, School, School

Assalamualaikum. Guess what? I'm on for Perbarisan Rumah Sukan on Sukan 1 Malaysia. And I'm such a clumsy person on kawad kaki. It's TERRIFYING. I wonder how the Kawad Kaki team can survive it daily. It's aching my legs, make my nose go wet and making me sweat 100%! But then, it's not like this is happening every year right. Well, how can I make this be like a sweet memory? Hmm. Well, while we're thinking, here's a picture of my friends(without me =( in it of course having a chill picnic at the astaka last Friday.



Oh, I'm the photographer so don't look for me yaww!

So, got anything to say? No? Hmm, just imagine it as something priceless which I would not get to do everyday. A once in a lifetime experience, okay? So, tomorrow's Larian 1 Malaysia, a bonus time for me to run down my calories. Well don't you miss 7-year-old Anis Sufea who is so thin and small like a cutie pie? Haha, too much of a bragger, isn't it? Well, gotta go then. Pray the best for me. Love ya!