There's some logic to my madness

The picture defines his size. 2 years older...but I'm bigger...YESH! Basically, he's the dude that brought dotA to PISC. Anyway, don't screw up. Man up! According to my resources, basically the whole school, he's a Malay + Indian (and more I think) that looks like an Indonesian. Ayt, that's it for this post. May the force be with you! wait...keep reading my blog...=_=' I know you will -_-

First of all, I'm sorry for the delay. I had been rehearsing for quite a while because I participated in the Annual Day. So we practiced and practiced and practiced. The day before the Annual Day, we, participants went to the Hall (where the place is) to get the actual feeling of it you know. Actually the rehearsal was shit. My Chem teacher came along. Wallahi, Me and my buddy was about to sit down right in the middle then she freaking yelled at us that we have to sit at the back.zzzzzzzzz. This is my blog yea? So I will reveal you a secret. My Chem teacher smokes and she is a freaking dentist. Although I have never seen she's smoking but the odour around her was all I need to know. Shhhh...secret, actually blow it up, I don't care (LOL!).The group to rehearsed first was the group directed by Mrs. Hend (I'm with Memma). When it was our turn, all of the teachers came to inside including the Principal. Aiseeyyhh. The Principal asked Mr. Mo'men what's the duration of the music part and this making-sure-everything-is-perfect stuffs. You know what, he asked me again to cut my hair and it was still short lew....

1, 2, 3 Fa Sol. We started our thing. There wasn't really an audience, just the teachers and when the Principal makes the sign kinda like, "Yalla, Clap!" and most of the teachers started to clap immediately. I was giggling like hell. This happen to children all the time when there is a 'boss' in the group of children. Then there is a fight (I always get enthusiastic when there is EGYPTIAN FIGHTS). The manager of the hall was pretty mad because those midgets eats and drinks in the hall and leave the rubbish there. It's different, I can't really describe the situations but they talked at first but when one started throwing fist to the other, better run away and DON'T TAKE PICTURES! coz the Egyptians Officers will enter and take the fighters for interrogation (etc.) and the one who takes pictures will also be taken to the HQ. My teacher had experienced this (Azhar student). He got beat to a pulp...nah I'm just kidding. You cannot find this in Malaysia Lol. It's true, but here go to a shop or any other places in the streets and watch what's happening around you. SICK!! Must watch. It somehow goes like this, Ya 3am, 3eeb wallahi and when it gets to the swearing part, it gets even better.
My bro is baddd...in taking photos...From left : Emad, Emad's driver and me!Imam, whom I made friend with. He kissed me as a sign of welcome. It's a tradition dude, don't think it the wrong way. If I were an Egyptian, I was suppose to kiss him back but I'm not used to this kind of thing. haha..This is totally normal also la..haha..

Now let's go back to the real deal.Don't remember why I was making the face..LOLZ..My music teacher, Mr. Mo'men A.K.A MemmaA preview of the stage. They were rehearsingHad to sit down coz of the teachers.Backstage...Sorry for the pic. My sis getting ready for her danceMr. Mo'men and his crew. This picture was taken right before the curtain was raised.Another picture taken 20 seconds before the curtain was raised.

We made many mistakes. awww...haha..no one noticed. Then more act which I cannot snap a photo coz they're not letting me to take one. zzzzz. Then the prize distribution and the National Anthem of Pakistan and Egypt and PAKISTAN INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL CAIRO HAD OFFICIALLY ENDED.Abdullah (left) is leaving. Guess where is he going to? MALAYSIA BEBEH! TRULY ASIA!

Chow!

Ok..I take back my word. I got to take their pictures individually. I can't get the whole family photo because all of them were busy. Here is the picture that I edited.
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Although it's simple, but it's amazing yea? Anyway, all I'm asking from you all is that don't forget me and try to read my blog every week. hehehehe..gonna miss you all. All of the hardships and dissing was fun but now it has come to an end. I really hope we'll meet again and I'm not going to waste the opportunity if I it's still in the grasp of my hand.

TATA!

Lemme kick it to you right quick. OF course, we all know that today is April Fool..etc. I'm gettin' tired to this kinda shit for example, "Look...there is blood on your hair" and the similar ones. IT IS SO LAME. But..there is one that i thought it was cool. A teacher punk'd a student. It happened in the morning assembly. The French Teacher and Roger. o.O Here's the conversation. (I watched and listened to the whole thing).

French Teacher : Roger, you left your notebook in the hall right?
Roger : No, I have it in my bag Miss
*while Roger was searching for the book desperately*
French Teacher : It was torn apart correct?!
*Roger showing his book with fear*
French Teacher : APRIL FOOL!

That is SICK! I yelled to his face that he got punk'd BADLY!

With Ms. Nerida, we organise a party every month. So, every kid brought their own food.
Suddenly, my stomach went wild on a Maggi kinda thing. It was a bit spicy. But..HELL YEAH! IT'S DAMN GOOD! I took 5 rounds or 5 pinggan of the Maggi. Really, It's the truth.

We celebrated at Hardees coz Husni, Muaz and Husna are leaving Egypt for good.

Look like a big pepsi right?? That's the art of Photography. WOHOOOO! Being a photgrapher is exciting!

Now, let me write like a goodbye letter to those 3 who are leaving.
I first met him in Rumah Kedah I think. Me, my bro and Husni were playing called "Bullshit" using a deck of cards. Spades, Hearts etc. kind of card. So, he came to a room that we were playing in. As usual, we greet each other first and he joined our game. Husni asked if he will join PISC or not and he repiled, "InsyaAllah". He was wearing something like a Tarboosh. I thought he was some kind of a young Mufti or something. . Afterwards, i got to know him more...and HAMPEH! like my Paklang would say, "CAKAP SERUPA ISLAM! TAPI MACAM BINATANG PUNYA PERANGAI!". Yea, that is my favourite quote. Anyway, he was born in the year 1995, a year older than me. He's a smart, tough boy. His position in Football is either a Defender or a Keeper. His idol is John Terry, Mr. Samer and Chelsea. He can't live without football as far as i think. I invited him to play DOTA but he refused coz he doesn't like a game that we have to click there, click here. But we're cool. So Muaz, I wish you all the BEST! i mean THE BEST! :PI came to Egypt in July 2006 while he came to Egypt in December 2006 or January 2007. Either way, it's not important. He has shared many stories, secrets, tricks etc. with me. He plays as a midfielder at first but now is changed to defence. He is fast. I usually play 1,2 with him. So we're usually together in a team. He plays kinda funny though. He plays dota also. But of course, I'm better than him. Sorry for the picture la...I have to zoom it. He was far, Don't want to walk far for a picture. Anyway, I don't want this post to be long, so i will shorten it. GOOD LUCK! don't forget to read my blog!wakakak...I wish you all the best and i still remember the "tall", the "short" and more! If you have anything more to share, please do. BE A PRO PILOT AND A PRO DOTA-ER. Alright!