There's some logic to my madness

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...