Overture of a new journey.

Assalammualaikum.

Life is full of unexpected things. It happens for almost every second and every minutes in life. It's like when you're expecting things couldn't get even worse than the current situation you're in and that's when it struck you down. The unexpected things. Some of the unexpected are the pleasurable one, but some of them are condemned to be loathe. It's life, you can't actually predicting what is next, what's your tomorrow are going to be, who's your soul mate-to-be, what you're going to be / do / live in the next 15 years, so on and so forth. Well, truth to be told, life ain't that easy since the starter of 2012. I've been through so many ups and downs, the tear-jerking session, roller-coaster ride of emotional phase, deteriorating of health, having my guards up, phase of not trusting anyone and keeping anything to myself. Events in life takes place, and it changes something inside me. 

I believe that everything happens for a reason, and there's always a Hikmah behind it. The Hikmah will be in different forms for different people, and sometimes you might not even know or realize it as the Hikmah. But in whatever form does it take, you will have to embrace that Hikmah, and the pain will be a lot more bearable. And in time, all of the melancholia that you felt or are now feeling will be a precious memory that you're not going to cry your eyes out for the agony, but instead you will indeed feeling glad because of the jocundity that the Hikmah brings you. Okay, let's proceed to whatever that the actual story is. And let me remind you, that you're entitled for an option to skip the entire entry just in case it bores. It's a long entry, be prepared =)

post script :- Some event aren't being arranged in the actual order [meaning : it's in random order] for my inability to track back the actual date of it been taken. So my apologize in advance.

second post script :- I'm too lazy to check for the grammatical errors. Maybe I will done it, another time.

third post script :- Some of the entries are not yet being posted while I'm posting this so again, my apologize in advance for all of the confusion (somehow I get things done by making it even more confusing. How and why, I can't relate it -.-). On your mark, get set ... ready! 1, 2, 3 and GO!

Bismillahirahmanirrahim.

Inter-school Public Speaking at District Level.

Like what have been stated in here, I didn't make it to be the representative for my school. The co-curriculum marks for the senior, so that's that. Madam Shahidah asked me to tag along with her and Kak Hanis, Nanthini and another indian boy that the name I could not remember to SMK Jalan Mengkibol. Met my ex-schoolmate of SMK Sultan Abdul Jalil, Fatiha Azlan who moved to a new school which is SMK Seri Sembrong and Hafiz Osman, another ex-schoolmate & ex-classmate of Fatiha Azlan who moved to SM Vokasional Kluang. Both of them are the representative from their school for the competition; and it feels weird when actually you knew them, they used to be a part of your batch and when they suddenly departs from your school (well, literally) and being a part of other school - it feels awkward,.. and slight different. Nevertheless, once you're a Rebellious, forever that you will be. The bonds are still there, they will always be :) And Madam Shahidah treated us for a lunch; at McDonald. This is totally not my form of exaggeration. I exaggerate at other things, but not when it comes to food - and people's generosity to treat us for lunch. Despite not winning it, we gained something from it. And I met Kak Fatimah, one of the Bahasa's debater from SMK Tengku Aris Bendahara. The first place goes to an indian' convent girl who speaks fluently and amazingly (exaggerate~~ but yeah, she's fluent in speaking. No doubt on that) in the Oxford accent and she's a Fourth Former. Meaning --- I'm going to meet her for next year on the same competition ...

I certainly don't want to (yes, I chicken out a bit. heheh =.=).

Kak Fatimah :)

Madam Shahidah.

Kak Hanis.

Ehem. No, they're friends but really, that guy only open himself up for a conversation with Nanthini :D

Inter-class Choir Competition.

Finally~ the day has arrived and it's the time for the long and definitely not welcomed let alone be awaited; for the Inter-class choir competition. Assharul (our monitor; KT) has been dragging us to stay a bit late after the school sessions ended for a constant four weeks (or five, I lose my count). The Chinese, Indian and Malay' girls are seen in their own respective traditional attire, representing the races that lived in Malaysia. Don't start on the boys' part; they refused to wear the traditional attire and some of them even skipped the practice =.= And they finally agreed to join in the choir if they get to choose their own attire. By making sure that they're dressing the same, the boys settled down with wearing a long-sleeves' t-shirt with a trouser. The conductor was Shahidah, the main singer was Rabbia; she's one of the singer for our school's choir group and it was left to me and Izzati Azis to do the bits; arrangement of the singer according to their height and so on, so forth. We managed to get the second place in the Fourth Former's category. Alhamdulillah :D

Mid-year examination.

The thoughts about it ... and the cakap-cakap that goes on about it, saying the papers are too hard, some topics that came out aren't yet being teach, there's no bonus mark and all in all - for the topics you have not yet learn, you have to depend entirely on your luck to guess the correct answer -.- Ya tuhan, memang masa jawab paper Add Maths memang betul - betul menguji kesabaran. After the 3rd paper, semua orang memang tersungkur syahid kat atas meja. During the 2nd paper of PAI, there's a male teacher who were in-charged with our class. He goes tawaf-ing around the class, just to make sure he won't caught us cheating and even provoking us to do so. Hahaha, and in the last 10 minutes - he helps to give some of the answers; saying that if he want to do so, he will. And some of his answers are wrong ... not only that, he only helps the female students while the boys watched us with a great envy =.=

Teacher's Day.

Well, well. What can one say about their Teacher’s Day Celebration? It was splendid :D The teacher’s parade, the silat’s performance, the dance of Ulek Mayang, the boria, the fashion show, the so-called concert with back-up singers, the singing of “Jar of Hearts” from the seniors, a guitar solo performance, netball’s competition between the teachers, the football’s, a comedy scetsa by the Upper Sixth, the boria’s by the Upper Sixth and so on, so forth. Too much to list, and I can’t remember some of it. Haiish this poor memory of mine. Well, I’ll try to remember it later :) The teacher’s parade was awesome, especially on the male teacher’s part; when the hall suddenly went silence and then … BOOM! “PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUUUSEEE, TONIIIIGHHHHTT”, the music of “Party Rock Anthem” was played, and the students went havoc at the sight of their teachers. That song would never get old, eventually. Photos are courtesy of Kak Khalisah since I didn’t bring my own camera on that day.

Our lovely Bonda Maimun. Saranghae Bonda! <3

Of the last paper & the last day.

When the class are almost close to empty in the attendance of students, the idea came to me to bring my camera on the very last day. Most of the students have signed up for the “Himpunan Sejuta Belia” being held at Putrajaya and the night before the very last day of the week, they push off from the school in 2 or 3 busses, if I’m not mistaken. Well, Amira; if you’re reading this – then you’re welcome to correct me about the details. The class are almost close to empty thus the anak dara(s) are being not that shy in striking their poses, and well – we’re being so noisy on that day. Cik Juliana & Puan Kartini didn’t seems to mind us as long as we keep our voice really low.

Khalilah & Aisyah Hamdan.

The girls :)

Kak Raudah’s akad nikah & wedding ceremony.

Though that I’m not really that close with the family of my Mokda (Atiqah’s aunty, my tokmok’s sister-in-law), but all of the relatives are making sure the ceremony goes on lucratively by lending their hands in the preparation and I was in that process too :P My job at the wedding consists of packing the goodies’ bag for the guests, being an unofficial family’s photographer and attending it on the behalf of my sister who couldn’t make it to the wedding as she was working on that day. All in all, the wedding went on successfully and most of us were pleased with it. Selamat Pengantin Baru to both Abang I-can’t-remember-his-name-hahaha with Kak Raudah. May your wedding will be bless with having righteous childrens. Amiin amiin ya rabbal ‘alamiin. And what makes me even more happy? Meeting with ultimate forever awesome so-called twins, Atiqah Hj Shamsul :D

My princess :)

The actual plan were cancelled; to buy the Physic exercise book we must.

Or the accurate title is that we have to cancel the actual plan to spend our day at the public library (yes, we are such a book-lover) as it was closed. All of the librarian were on a field trip, thus we have to come back on Wednesday if we insisting to come. Maybe it’s just wasn’t our rezeki on that day, and by Wednesday – I was nowhere to be in Kluang as I was at Mersing, spending my holidays at my Maktok’s house. Asyiqin and Dayana tagged along with me to the library and it was emak who sent us there. Looking at Asyiqin and Dayana’s disappointed expression shown on their face, I decided that I want to buy a Physics exercise book at the Popular book store. Asyiqin and Dayana agreed to the idea and off we go, to the Kluang Mall. Having my lunch with two of my best friends, taking pictures and having our girls’ talk – just a normal girl’s day out.

My answer; BANANANANANA xD

Barbecue, and celebrating my cousin’s birthday.

It’s Luqman Mustaqim’s birthday – this not so dear cousin of mine. Hahaha, okay. Just kidding :P Luqman, don’t take it that serious =.=  He has finally reached the age of 17 and will be taking his big examination this year, which is SPM. Looking at his personality of “forever selamber”, you can’t never guess that he is one of those guy who is capable of becoming so kaypoh if the matter concerns of football, and video games. Haiish, this guy =.= But I still want to wish his birthday that fall on the 21^st of May. Happy Milad Day, Sanah Helwah, Happy Birthday and Selamat Hari Ulangtahun Kelahiran yang ke – 17. May Allah’s blessings will always be with you and lastly, may the odds be ever in your favour. My ucu (Luqman’s  mother; my aunty) bought him the whole cake of Secret Recipe’s Chocolate Indulgence which makes me giving him a death glare of envy … I can’t never wish my emak to buy me a whole cake of the Secret Recipe’s as it is sort of luxurious. Yes, my emak are more than able to afford it but if it was me and I had to choose between the Secret Recipe’s Chocolate Indulgence and the public library’s life-time membership card, I would choose the membership card. So anyway on that day, Fatt-Hiyyah, Zethy, Sarah and Lisa has returned from SSP, so I was a happy Samaritan on that day :D

Birthday; and spending it at my Maktok’s house.

Clearly by the title, I didn’t celebrate my birthday at Kluang but instead I was at my village (my maktok lives in a modern residential area, so by calling it as “village” may sounds a bit weird to me. Oh well), spending my holidays visiting my grandmother from my mother’ side. There’s no such thing as celebrating my birthday. The day went on quite normal – going to Penyabong on the evening for a tea-break, strolling down along the side of Pasir Lanun’s beach, taking pictures, helping emak preparing the lunch, gone to Mersing’s wet markets, reading books and replying texts from people who wish me for my birthday. Well, I’m not feeling any eagerness in celebrating my birthday, let alone be expecting emak & babah to have some surprise for my birthday. I’m grateful for constantly being given the chance to live on till today, I could never thanked enough for everyone and for every chances that Allah has given to me and all of the past mistakes that makes me learn something thru it, and the people who makes me realized of all things that if I was left alone to myself, I’m unable to realize it. If I have to list out the names, that would take a whole two days. And to make it even special, I’ve decides that the day of my birth should be the turning point of my own life. Hopefully I shall stay consistent with the changes and remain patience in the struggle. Hamasah!

Babah :)

Turning point; moving on.

The continuation from the turning point, on this day I’ve decided to come clean about my feelings and moving on. Thus taking a drastic action. I knew that you’re furious with the suddenness, and I’m sorry.

To conclude everything that I've been through till today - I've learnt from the lesson and the process to get to know it was priceless :)

Assalammualaikum.