There's some logic to my madness

YEHAHAHA. Going to be 15 this year which mean I've to take PMR if I hadn't move here. That's probably going to be one of the most crucial exam. So my friends in Malaysia have to face the exam. Speaking about Malaysia, MALAYSIA WON THE 2010 SUZUKI CUP!!! YEAH! with the aggregate 4-2 against Indonesia. I have Indonesians friends so  I think they're pretty pissed. To be frank, that was the first...no..second, the first match that I saw Malaysia played was with 'Myteam'. So it was the second match, big deal. I'm not very patriotic of our National football team. Even with this damn slow internet connection of mine, I still managed to watch the game. After a few days, the match between 'Ahly' and 'Zamalek'. So the day before the game, a lot...and when I say a lot..it's a lot. They asked me are you 'Ahlawy' or 'Zamalkawy' so I said neither. I don't tend to watch Egyptian leagues. For you that might get offended, please close this tab, this is my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want. Seriously, don't get offended.

You know what, this blog of mine is 1 year old!!!! Sanah helwa ya gamii, sanah helawa ya gami, sanah helwa sanah helwa, sanah helwa ya gamii!! YEAYYY!! Give or take, I've written about 60 post. That, from my opinion is a good amount writing for a blogger newbie. I'll be writing more in the future. =D
Take out the 'liv' in the picture beside and replace it with 'Hilmi's blog'. I took it off a blog. This is NOT MY OWN PICTURE. I don't wanna get sued. Enough of this plagiarism stuff.


So today I had a Chemistry exam, a mock to be exact. I'm really pleased with the difficulties of the exam. I like that kind of exam which is slightly hard. My time spent on studying was worth it. Not that kinda exam last year from whom I'm not going to say. It was freaking easy. My time spent studying that was wasted. zzzzz...my brother and sisters are having holidays while my school is still on. Damn I'm jealous.

Anyway, may this year be better than the previous one. That's my resolution for this year. Happy New Year people!

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.

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!

Remember the last post about IBC? that was just for fun. This time it was because "the Zainuddin's" is leaving. The goodbye letter won't be in this post. Sorry. But still.. it is a continuation because I haven't got their pictures yet. JUAL MAHAL DOWH! Every time I tried to take their picture, they hide their face.zzzzzzz. So, I won't take individual picture for them anymore. The whole family now. No Complaints. Finally someone has uploaded the photos in Facebook. So now I can share it with you!

aaa..yes. credit to Apiz by the way ( I helped HIM ). Anyway, ENJOY!

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!

"Abu...it's 9.15 am..tell Ms. Fatma to let us out because there is a match today", I whispered quietly to Abu. "No...you go tell, she won't believe us", replied Abu. "WTH?? i'm scared also..", i said again. 9.26 am. *waiting for Mr. Mohamed to call us*9.31 am. Finally..he came!!Yahoo!!Yea..i hopped on to the bus and wait for everyone to come inside. While i was changing my shirt in the bus, my mind went blank and a memory came from the depth of my uncharged brain.

This incident also happen in the bus. What a coincidence! Let me tell you what happen. It happened on every Friday, in my school, in Malaysia. After we have our afternoon break, we usually go to the Surau in my school. It's quite small. When the bell ring and we suppose to go to the Surau directly..but it depends on the menu they gave us. It's different from the morning break; In the morning break, we buy what we want while the afternoon break..you have to eat it because it is already paid. Crap! I never like the menus..except for Friday. On Friday, we usually have chicken (like KFC) and rice. That was better than the others. I bared it until I came to Egypt. But..on Friday it's different, Classes from 4 to 6 have to go Masjid. There is another thing that is compulsory..we have to buy a 555 notebook and record the Khutbah. Awww..to be frank..they never check the book but just in case..buy 1 and pretend. We go to Masjid by a bus. Not the school bus coz we don't have one. It's RM10 per month. Let me describe the bus in a brief way.

1. It's a little bit smaller than the P.I.S.C bus
2. It is rusted
3. No Air-Con (fresh air FTW)

OK...Here's an example: if there is two seats, 4 people will seat on it. The late one will be standing between the left seats and the right seats. Damnn..torture. Let's skip that part and move the exciting one. After we got off the stinky bus, my group will stick together. For most of the students...they just take Wudu' and go inside the Masjid. But..I had a different plans. We would roam around the backside of the Masjid, run, hide etc. It was freaking cool! Sometimes we act like we are Naruto or Kamen Rider....Dammnn I missed those days. But of course..we didn't skip the prayer. Or else...Sorry..can't explain that. After the prayer has finished, the teacher would make an assembly, "4 Gemilang!!!Sini!!". Shitt..and it was unbelievably hot. But that's life. We went back to the school and the teacher continues their lessons. huhuhuhu...

Good Night!!