There's some logic to my madness

At first I thought it was crap, now I'm beginning to like it. I first heard of these movies when my relatives watch it. It was Full House I think. Maybe it was Japanese. Not the American one. You see, my interest in Korean movies began while one my friends were still here. The majority of people that are watching Korean movies are girls. So she told me she had a Korean drama, so I gave it a try.
Witch Yoo Hee. My first Korean Drama. I liked it. Watch it with my brother though. I'm not that what you call, 'Pondan'. Nooo..I'm not that kinda guy who like, PLSSSS KISS HIM or PLSSS KISS HER or maybe oh...HUG HIM ALREADY. Naah..I don't have that nonsensical feelings or actions. I just watch it for fun. I watched Super Rookie, You're Beautiful, Beethoven Virus and now currently watching Mary stayed out all night. What I wrote was dramas not movies. For those of you who does not know what does 'drama' mean, drama has episodes. Don't think it the other way around.

There you go, 2 posts in one night. Bis Spater!

You know, I went to Sinai nearly about a month ago and been saving a bit of what I've written in a draft. I don't think I'll continue it.

Anyway, a week ago, there was kinda like a motivational speech about 'Hijrah'. You know what, I really enjoyed it. Before I tell you the best part let me just introduce the guest who made a speech, they were two. One was an Egyptian, graduated from Azhar University, Ambassador of Bank Islam Malaysia (I think) to something and is now working in France. The other one was a woman, she wasn't the 'star' in that function, all I can say is that she has masters in teen psychology.

YEAAAAHH! Sheikh Mohamed Abdel Aziz Mahmoud Ghonim. He has my honourable respect. He speaks 4 languages. Arabic, English, French and last but not least....MALAY. Not only that he can 'kecek kelate'. AWESOME. He speaks with a Kelantan dialect. He learned Malay in nine months which he divided the learning steps into 3 phases. He's funny too. He said that he's been friends with Malaysians for 15 years from what I heard. Languages are white gold since time is gold or maybe K...nahh it'll burn. Let's just stick to white gold.

For the other one, nah...I'm not that interested. If you insist, I'll just write a few things about her. She has traveled to many places. She made like an English unit in Malaysia, Dubai and now currently teaching in Egypt for the Azhar's students. I accidentally forgot her name. It just slipped my mind. Which is better than my brother, sleeping throughout the whole function, with his mouth wide open. I doubt if only 1 had taken his picture like that. Must be at least 3.

My dad cut off the internet coz my brother and sister are having exams this coming week. Haissssh...right now, I'm just using the advantage of him forgetting to block the internet after calling his relatives. Once again, that Sheikh there, was the first Egyptian I know that can speak Malay. I was traumatized by the awesomeness. It was truly an inspirational motivation. I gotta do some errands or what lazy people call these days, CHORES. I hardly ever do it.

It's been more than one week since the test had finished. My bad. You know I got a D in German. D is more like a B in Core and the highest grade in Core is C which is 90 above or was it 80 above or maybe 70 above? Nonetheless, 70% of O level is core. Anyway, I just got back from Sinai. Will be posting that on another post and let me trash talk in this post.

You know what I hate the most about that school? The teacher? Noo...The people? Noo...it's coz I can't laugh. The 'Science' teachers explains in Arabic and I'm able to interpret that quite well with my procasnitated brain but when they make a joke, I don't understand and people kept laughing. Now that's sad. Teachers must be funny. Yup. According to my book it is. If the subject itself is a boring one, a joke would have some kind of turning effect but anyhu, I'm fine, totally.

My English teacher. Hahaha..wait...let me catch my breath. He always stick to the English side of his. Anything American will create a disgust look on his face. I'll point out a few. " "Mom"? Is that how you spell "Mum"? That's bloody American. "Mum" is the bloody English". I don't think anyone except me laughed at that. He's not white. Really. I think he's from Egypt but migrated to the UK and his accent is thick enough to get me laughing. Another one, " What do you call it. You go to her house and sleep. Whaaat? Sleepover yeah? Pyjama Party...bla bla bla...very American". LMAO. Again, I don't think anyone laughed except me. What do you expect? He's the only source of humour in that school.

They changed the Math teacher for my class. I think that decision was acceptable and better. I don't know, I got 90/100 in Math which is a C. The previous one gave L.E 50 to those who got the full mark which is 2 people and that wasn't the reason for replacing a new one. I think it's because of the mark. I don't bother asking why.

So the trip to Matrouh was cancelled. One got no air-con and another haven't yet get a check up. For some reason, I didn't feel that down like my sisters did. I don't know, I just had a feeling that I'm not going to that trip. I was ok with it.

Wanna know more about Port Said School? I'm just gonna write randomly. Oh yeah, someday in my life, hopefully, I'll write a book. At least a book. I don't care if it's not published or any other reason but one day, I'll write a book. Whether it's in my 20s, 30s, 40s or even when I'm dying...ooh..that's a will. Suggest me a title. Maybe like 'How to deal with Egyptians' or 'Egyptians around your corner'. Nevertheless, that's the future. Anyway, my fancy name for now is as Mr. Ramsey addresses me, Mr. Malaysia. Hahahahaha...that guy is damn funny. He kept on singing the advert, 'Malaysia truly Asia....'. I'm always excited in his class. You know what, I've been learning insults that I can't even think that it's an insult. No worries, I'm a good kid. It's funny meh. I could write a short book for that. hahahah...nah I won't use it unless it is needed. I chose German. It's not that hard coz it's very similar to English. Although, Pakis would do better in pronouncing the words. Aiseyyhh...getting the past papers is a pain in the ass. I have..I mean my dad has to go to that place over and over again. I can go to that place by a taxi but you know, I suck in memorizing the roads and lanes. If the driver don't know the way, that's another thing. All I know is '3allatool', 'Yemeen', 'Shimaal' ..etc. So to dirext the driver the right way is a problem. I have free periods everyday. I'm not taking Social Studies, Arabic and Islamic Studies coz it's in Arabic. YEAY! I have more time to revise.

Woohoo..One Piece is the BOMB! I love Anime & Manga very much. Bleach...you disappoint me. Screw you Tite Kubo. Naruto is in the 'boring' state until Naruto and Sasuke fights.

Bye, thanks for reading.

Aicha, since you insisted, here you go!

So, it's been 2 weeks since I started schooling with Egyptians. From a no-Egyptian school to an all-Egyptian school is pretty dumb ain't it?

First day of school in a new school is always the hardest. Finding new friends, where's the toilet and the list goes on. What I like about that school is, they only wear a red Port Said t-shirt and a gray trouser. Yup, that's it. So I arrived at 7.45 a.m. Haih...first day of school and already got stopped coz of wearing another trouser. So I had to stand there for like an hour till the Headmistress came. Ouch, let me tell you what she's like. The face is EXACTLY the same as the on in PISC. The only difference is that, the one in PISC walks slowly and doesn't raise his voice but the one here...Egyptian style....you got the idea. She started to kick students out of school coz of wearing the wrong uniform. I stood there, intimidated. Luckily, she took it easy on me and asked to buy a new trouser coz that day, I was the only foreigner. I got lost while finding my class. Haih. When I finally arrived, I checked which was my class, a or b. OMG. My full name is Muhammad Hilmi bin Johari but I omitted the 'bin' part to avoid curiosity and confusion. You know what, THEY FREAKING EGYPTIAN-IFIED MY NAME!!! From Muhammad Hilmi Johari to Mohamed Helmy Geniry. C'mon! WTF is that. How can Johari turned to Geniry? I wrote my name CLEARLY on the form. Haish.

Second day, I was on the hot stool/chair..etc. Means that people kept questioning me. I thought I was the only foreigner there but luckily, 2 Vietnamese will suffer with me.

Now about the teachers. Phy, Chem and Bio teachers all write notes in English but EXPLAINS in Arabic. Phy is 50% Eng and 50% Arabic. Bio is 25% Eng and 75% Arabic. Chem is 2% Eng and 98% Arabic. I'm screwed? I thought Class 9 here is taking O-level but no. It's Class 10. Have to stay another year. I got a lot of free periods but I can't get out of the class of course. Arabic, Social Studies and Religion are the ones I'm not taking. I don't know about IT and German. German? YES! They gave me an option, it was either French or German. So I took German and now I've to write an essay about 40 words in German. HAAAAAAIHHH.English teacher is AWESOME. He's from England but has an Arab blood. He's so damn funny meh. He's the only guy that speaks FULL ENGLISH except for the Literature teacher, the ONLY EGYPTIAN THAT SPEAKS FULL ENGLISH. So that took out some weight that I've been lifting for 2 weeks.

So I made a few friends. As you all know, I'm not that rough. Egyptians here are...haih...arabs. You  know what, hardly any of them speaks Eng. Most are from National. Oh yea, I'm in Port Said British School. zzzzzzz...the past papers are just too many to solve. Very thick also.

So far, so good. I'm beginning to like this school even though football ain't there. P.E is only 1 period per week. Mafish football and we can't stay after school.

CHOW!

So last year, my cousin...erm..actually his 'rank' is higher than me and I'm suppose to call him pakcik en...but I'm a month older than him. So no pakcik arr. Anyway, he's now in Maahad (i dunno the rest) and he told me that there are a few of students from SRAI BBB. With no hesitation, I asked him what were their names and a few recalled back the days. Syamim also has a Facebook, so I thought he added them and he did. Want me to show the pictures first or my story? I'll put the pictures along the way la en..

So from Class 1 till Class 4, I was schooling in Sekolah Rendah Agama Islam Bandar Baru Bangi, SRAIBBB for short. I never liked that school coz I'm late every time. Usually the bell rings at 7.45 a.m after that, the late comers will have their name written by the prefects. I'm one of the guys who had their name written every single day. Haih. Tough time. The school usually ended around 4.30 p.m. Wanna hear a funny story? I went back home USUALLY at 7.30 p.m. Sad life till I was in Class 3 when my brother joined me. So at least I had company at that time. So what I did was, while waiting for my dad to pick us up, I went to sit under a tree, next to the sewage pipe, helping the teachers...etc. so many stuffs la en. That's one of the reasons why I lke schooling here coz I've the freedom to go to school and back home anytime I want. So that's the thing that I really hate about it. For those who have been my classmates, I'm always the quiet guy. Don't believe me? Ask somebody who's been my classmate. So, out of the 40-50 students in my class, I'm the non-popular guy...and still am. I chose my seats to be at the back. Oh yea, at this school, they divide the classes. Kinda like 5a and 5b but they divided up till 5. They divided it according to their grades. So the fifth one would be the lowest. Thankfully, I got into the top class every year. But aaa...If you are in the top ten in this class en, you're considered to be intelligent. I got into the top ten for like, twice. I know, sad. Full of smart people meh.

That guy, he's the guy I talked about when I said few recalled back the days. This guy is freaking intelligent meh. Respect! He USUALLY gets the 1st position, if he's unlucky, then the 2nd. Never have been an exam that he got the 3rd and below. I got really just a few friends, not above than 23. Hardly even I talked to any girls in that class.


The name recalls back something. I didn't really get to see her picture coz you know...girls this days. Taking photo with some friends and edited it till no one can see anything and stuffs like that =D no offense. Oh yeah, I had been the Class's head of the sanitation or whatever do you call it. zzzzzz...I got the trick. They don't choose you by how well your hygiene is, but how dirty your shoe is. SCREW THAT. When I got into class 4, out of the blues, the class teacher selected me as the class captain. So, an unknown guy turned into not-so-unknown la.

He replaced me as the class captain when I had to go to Egypt. Yeay! So, I'm beginning to find more of my old friends.

For the second day, we only went to Alif's house. The pictures are awful. My bad. I was just playing with the white balance. hehe..the thing that amaze me was that, Alif's dad got like a...nasyid group to entertain the guests.
Quite cool nawww. URGGHH!! my tooth hurt at that time also. zzzzzz..Now I'm chewing from the left side. aaa..why does things have to hurt when you desperately need it the most?

For the third day, the picture ain't that bad. Tooth still hurts. I finally am happy. You know the abg Faizal in my previous post, the one with the hantu thing la en. I finally got and awful yet amusing picture of him. He didn't laugh a lot that day coz the camera was on him the whole time. hehe..won't post it here la..go check on fb..if I post it here, it would disrupt his reputation or no...??

Short post ma. Anyway, thanks for reading and keep the Raya Spirit in ya.

First of all, no pictures are to be posted here coz they are on my fb. Actually, I like to celebrate Raya here than in Malaysia. Yes, in Malaysia you have relatives and you can play mercun ma. But my family is more of a 'safe' side. Everytime I went to play mercun with my neighbours, my makwan would say, "Long..jangan la men mercun tu. Tak tengok berita kat tv ke..sampai putus tangan dek mercun tu". So, I'm not into mercun since I grew up like this. Well, in Malaysia...3 or 4 days before raya, we went back to my dad's hometown. I didn't like it there coz hardly anyone gives a duit raya or angpau. So everytime I say, "bah...pakcik ni xbagi duit raya la...", a pinch to the arm were given ( and yes, I'll probably remember every man/woman who have given me duit raya as a sign of respect. I observe everything). Then after 10 days staying at Kg. Bintang, went back to Kajang. This was the actual Hari Raya to me back when I was 10 and younger. Now that I'm a bit older, I now understood the concept of duit raye..ooh..sorry...hari raya. I used to count back my duit raya everytime someone gave me and hoping a RM1 would popped out of nowhere.

The reason why I like it here coz, I feel like every Malaysian in Egypt unite on that day. That's the feeling la en. While back in Malaysia, it's just some guy who lives in that area and went to that Masjid. erm...that's the main reason why I like to celebrate here.

Anyway, yesterday we went to Arma to have the ceremony, sembahyang raya and all of that la en. My dad said that the satay of the second round is not fully cooked. How the hell should I know, I just ate like 17 of that. Next, the warden of Arma invited us to his house. Lemang was their main menu but urghh..my stomach couldn't store that at that time. After that we went to the Kirk's..rumah pakcik Shamsul meh. We arrived at his house like  1 and a half maybe 2 hours before Friday Prayer. Actually, I have a photo of someone la en..the photo was badlt taken by me..not that the picture is bad..he was 'eating' something la en..but I won' upload it to fb. ANyway..only me, my bro and my dad went to Brunei Ambassador's house. My mom and my sisters stayed in the Kirk's. Aiseyhh..I regret eating that satay. I used to have a friend from Brunei but he went back and so I was alone. Then we went back to the Kirk's and stayed up till 7. haha..from 5 till 7, people kept coming. So that's it for this post.

BYEEEEE

So, just a day before Aidul Fitri, I got that sexy camera. YEAYY!! Oh yea, I tested it when I went to the Duta's House again. I ain't uploading it here but you can check it on my Facebook. Still a beginner meh. Anyway, my dad bought it from a student in Tanta. The package has a Nikon D70 (and charger, usb connector), you know the thing like..to blow dust and a Yashica MG-1. I don't know, it went with the package or was it a gift? Anyhow, will take months before I can completely learn the buttons.


Oh yeah!! I got pissed at the 50 mm prime lens. I have to get back really far to take a close-up picture. Help me with this question. Why when I want to take a close-up picture, even when I press that button it doesn't work till I have to get back a few steps? Answer pleasssssssseeeeeee.....
A 1976 camera. Cool ain't it? I have a problem too with this one. I can't open the part where to put the film in. That's it.


Now let me have an awesome time with my arsenal.

SELAMAT HARI RAYA. Forgive me for now if I ever said something that offended you and let me know coz amma do it unintentionally again. Really. Forgive me.

Today's my birthday!! Yeay!! I got a freaking broken guitar without knowing how did it break. It went like this... zzzzz...so..right after I had arrived yesterday from pakcik Wan's house, I noticed the top part cracked. The next morning, unknowingly, the top was chopped off. zzzz...It hasn't been a year and it broke. aah..that made me want to shed in tears...nah...let say...that I'm fantasizing that I'm shedding my tears. Anyway, what past is past. *still fantasizing that he's shedding tears*

My distant relative who studies here in Alex visits us about once or twice a year. We call him abg Sopi and his real name is Fitri Dazman, that's way off. Oh yea, lemme tell you a funny story that dated back in 2007. I dunno, I was 10 maybe 11. Let's cut to the chase. Me and my bro bought a pc games called Future Games whatever la en. It has like 10 games inside. We bought coz it has Fifa 07 maybe 08. That wasn't the case, so we tried it and the stupid cd didn't work. I don't remember exactly but you need some key or the installation gone wrong..haih. Anyway, he came on that day. He saw us screwing at the cd and asked and bluntly decided to help us out. So, the three of us went to Alfa, the place where me and my bro bought that useless cd. So we told the guy that the cd didn't work and he tested it on his computer and awesomely it didn't work. So he said that you can get your money back by giving him the receipt. I said I don't want the money, I want another cd of the same price but still I had to give him the freaking receipt. Aiseyyhh...I'm not the kinda that like to keep receipts as a souvenir and the cost of the cd was only 15 L.E maybe 20. I didn't really think about the consequences at that time. Blablablabla...he called his manager and he checked the record list, you know the items that had been bought. WTH, my item ain't there? so abg Sopi said, it was only 15 L.E, not a big deal. He refused and refused. Then someone called him. We stood there like a helpless morons and abg Sopi made the first move. He took both of the cds, the one that suck and the one that I wanted to exchange for. He began to exit the door, accelerating in every step and when we got outside, we ran. True story, I'm telling you. If he took the one that I wanted to exchange for, he'd think that we stole it but both, maybe his employee put it back on its place. WAAHAHAHAHAHAH....to hide my face from shame, I didn't go to Alfa for a year and a half.

Another story la en...you know the bus incident that I mentioned earlier, amma spill it out. OK, as far as I remembered, it was a one-day trip to i forgot la. Amma cut to the chase. I met this guy who knew my dad, his name is Faizal. His trademark is his absurd yet rare laugh (freaking loud ma). Anyway, on the way back to Cairo, Husni told a ghost story. I sat next to him. Before I move on to the story, 3/4 of the people inside the bus were females. Ok, back to the story. I was keenly listening to his story and looking straight in front of me. Suddenly, Husni started to hold my arm..so I was like WTF. He kept on telling la en. Boom! I got shocked a little. Another this time he was talking about some old witch wearing a RING!!! Ya Allah. The driver stopped the bus, turned on the lights. The whole bus was like OMG! So that Faizal walked to where the sound had came from. zzzz...I screamed. Was a loud one. zzzzz...while the bus continued on, I could hear the kakak2 giggled. kekekekeke...That was humiliating. Up to this very day, that Faizal, whenever he approached me, he will say..."takut ngan paip air eh..".."takut hantu eh..". There is a different between getting unknowingly shocked and scared of ghost. But if you see the video below...who doesn't? WHAAHAHA...*laughing to myslef*

I'm really sorry for this inconvenience delay. So I'm just going to mix all of the events that's going to be mentioned here in this post.


't was about a week ago that I went to the Duta's House for iftar. Many came. The eating part wasn't the best part. The 1st floor got me all warmed up. To pray we went upstairs and sejadah and everything is up there la en. The kids made a wrestling game on that floor while people are praying ( VERY RUDE, but there is a door that kept the kids apart). LMAO. It was and awesome chaos. I took pictures which is on my Facebook and a 7 min video. Oh yeah, I tried to upload it to Facebook but due to my slow internet, that made the uploading near impossible. So me, Oh I wish I could put a few of the pictures here but I'm lazy to wait. Anyway, I lay down and all of that fancy moves to take pictures. Frankly, I'm awfully sad coz the video explains everything.


Then, after a few days, Malaysian Independence Day had arrived bringing all of the happiness of the people in Malaysia on that day. I'm not saying other days excluding that day we have civil wars. erm...you got what I mean. So I uploaded about 170 pictures on FB, you can check it out. I won't upload it here. Anyway, one of the guy in the photography course nudge me. His name was Aufa. If I didn't have a friend name Aufa, I wouldn't have gotten the joke. I'm not really sure if Aufa is a boys name or not but you see, we had to introduce ourselves to the guest host and when it was his turn to speak out his name, everyone giggled. I think I got the joke. He also asked, "Dah beli Nikon D-70 (ek?) blom?". So I said not yet la en..then he replied that I have to buy it quickly or I'll will lose the feeling. One of the things that had occurred that day was, ermm...I don't really know what to say but guitarist, drummer and all of that oh yea, and a singer presented with songs. I didn't really care if the singing sucks or not, what I care was the guitar beb. After the event had finished, they let me try out the guitar. It was the greatest feeling man, for now. I just played a few songs that I know just to test it out. Oh yea, the pictures are screwed up, BIG TIME. If I put this mode, the pic wouldn't be blurry but it'd be as dark as an oil spill. Another mode made the picture quite bright but is awfully blurry. I didn't really care, all I want was to show the pictures to my relatives in Malaysia. After the singing and the demonstration of Silat, we had to sing again, everyone sang. Like tanggal 31, bulan 8, 57. That kinda song for Independence day. Then when the clock hit midnight, everyone yelled "MERDEKA!, MERDEKA!".

About what I'm doing right now? well, I'm just practicing my guitar skills and currently watching Hotel Mania on tv3 (the website). Pretty cool, I might say but it reminds me of High School Musical. It's a musical series.

And please give a minute of your moment for Pakcik Usop who owned a cafeteria here in Abbasia who lost his wife and child/ren during his staying here in Egypt. They got murdered and I don't really understand, they found the bodies dead in the bathroom and what was the cause? Al -Fatihah...

So, the other day before yesterday, my dad told me that there is a bazaar opened in Asyir and that got my hopes up. Skiping to the part that there were only 3-4 stalls there. isk3..
 I'm always amazed by this type of fiery cooking. That guy there was cooking Char Kuey Tiaw..regardless of how you spell it, I'd like to try it someday and i doubt that my mum would allow that. Speaking of food, ever got the wth look by foreigners when you're eating a Malaysian food? I have. Most of Malaysian food has some kind of kuah or sambal and we usually eat with our hands. Aiseyhhh..i think you got the idea la en. I sometimes also bring some kuih-muih to school and wth, they judge by the look and when I said try it, they'll reply, "oooo...nice food you brought there Hilmi". Talking 'bout Malaysian food reminds me of my Somali friend but he live in the US. The whole class always ask, "Oi, you're a refugee? c'mon! you've got the blood of a warrior! Admit it...-_-". That got him pissed. Anyway, the thing I like about thim is that, he loves Malaysian food. erm...frankly speaking, if I brought an unknown food he's the first one to ask what's that. Moral is that, don't be embarassed to be a Malaysian. wahahaa...


Yesterday, like every year, I dunno exactly coz my purpose of coming to that party was to enjoy eating but it was in an Egyptian restaurant with a Nile view.

An old stationary vehicle park right inside the restaurant

I take pictures the way I like it. Don't critize please.

The 'View'

Enjoying that 'View'

   I'll continue the inside part later and enjoy the excitement of these young lads

Wooooo

Such a rare and awkward see-saw

I think that's quite enough. Now straight to the inside view followed by the Nile view.




Guess that's it for the pictures. Since Muaz had just finished his exam and got his result, he talk about this kinda stuff la en about going to matrix. He and his sis chose medic, Husni chose...engineering right? Me? I still dunno what to choose. Maybe eventually I'll choose something. Anyway, my target this year is to complete my hw. You see, I'm not much of a hw kinda guy. Just like any other lazy kid, I'll copy from someone else or do it quickly during other periods. I hope this helps, coz I really wanna get better grades this year. Anyway....Tata...!

First of all, I'd like to share my own tip about many things that's about Ramadhan but then, that husni guy already posted it. Wanna get some tip click -_- to go his site (why am I advertising him...). Aiseyyh..another thing la en..that dude can never let go of the past. The bus incident, the cc incident and the house incident. If I wanna talk about the Port Said incident which was about 3 years ago, it'd be totally useless now. So I have nothing against you. You're in luck.

Ok, about that picture, looks nice eh? I guess that's the simplicity of blending Milk with Biscuits and as expected, tastes crap. I did that coz one of my friend made this bally looking kinda kuih topped with a sticky yet tasty liquid. He said it's made out of biscuits, guess needed a lot more than that to make them. I'm not a kitchen kinda guy, so I guess I deserved that. So that was my first real cooking wait...no...that was the second. hmmm...if I recall back, that would be in 2007. So, the Eng teacher asked every group to cook something. Every group suppose to have 4 members but 2 left for holidays and I was in charged. So I ask my mom a whole bunch of stuffs and ask my other member to bring 6 eggs. Let me cut to the chase, I went to the school's kitchen and cooked. OH YEAH! JJACKPOTT! I served many teachers that day and who would've thought that Pudding Caramel I made, was the second by rating. That girl already did the whole mixing thing at home and she just freezes the thing and put some toppings. Oh yeah, that brought back the memories.

If I think about it, this year pass by quickly; I don't know why but that's a good thing. Anyway I'd like to congratulate y'all to a happy fasting. My dad got me a Moroccan jubah/ headdress whatever la en...and I'll be wearing it to the small Masjid. In my area, there are only 2 Masjid, I named them big and small. I'll be praying Tarawih at the small one coz the Tarawih is shorter :P. Anyway, my friend gave me some tips to endure it. But I won't use it =D. So short ma this post. So hope you all enjoy this blessed month.

PEACE!

So, I just wanted to spill out my opinions about ' No Copyright Infringement Intended'. You know, the people on the internet, when they post something like a link to go this site to download bla bla bla...right at the end of their post, a paragraph must have something written like this " Please don't post this to any website". But, who doesn't? Anyway, my point is that, don't you just hate it when someone use your work and they get the credits? To put it in a simpler way, it goes like this. Picture yourself walking down the street and some random guy whom you haven't met in your life suddenly punch you and after that he will say, "Ohh...sorry, I meant to punch you not to hurt you". Yes it is like this.

Time clocks 1.21 am

Throughout the entire holiday, I've been practicing my guitar skills and now, I think I'm good enough as a beginner :P Currently learning a song called 'Dan Sebenarnya'. OH yeah, the song got this kinda reggae style which I like.

I was blown away when my old Egyptian friend that had left the school in 2008. Aiseeeyhh...he still got my number. He called me about a month ago and today he called again. I think he left for a national exam like UPSR or since that year, the principle made a law that Egyptians are prohibited...nah..that's too strong..are not allowed to go to PISC.

The song below is kinda cool and energetic. From Daus Af8. It just makes me want to replay it more and more. Enjoy The Video!!

Many people..ok...few people have tagged me you know, that picture with a lot of emotion..etc as a 'gamer'. Sorry, but I'm way behind to be entitled as a gamer. The reason is that, I don't know any game unless someone tells me. I'd recall my gaming memory is very low coz back then, the only game I knew was Pinball. Anyway, dotA is the game that I mostly play. I know you won't google it up but here's a poster/screen-shot whatever. YEEEPP...there is a remodel of dotA called Hon. I can't really play coz the graphics are high and my comp can't afford to take that amount of awesomeness.

LOL yes. I can't even believe the principal agreed to this. The championship was mostly crap. The team that won had all the stars. I'm not good at this game. ermmm...Rahim...sekarang baru percaya?

See the guy with the brown-goldish baju melayu? He was giving a motivational speech to the younger ones.












This was the first time that I wanted to a picture of her, but she refused and gave me this posture.







I don't know his name.






Ever wonder what's behind the door? It's the Duta's house. The whole building is his house. But this is where he sleeps. This guy here, was waiting for his troops to turn this place into a haywire.