Jambori PSFM 2007 will be held at some Jubli Perak Park in Kuantan, Pahang.

It’ll start on this Monday, but the delegates from SMI Aman will depart tomorrow night. I’ll be missing ‘Dead Man’s Blood’ episode of Supernatural.

Fret not, I had it under control. I watched it online beforehand. This way, Adrenaline-nerd-prodigy will have no reasons to gloat.

I guessed the whole world know I write, right? Or maybe not. If that’s the case, I’m about to spill one of my beans I’ve kept hidden for some time, I guess.

Zainab will be the leader for the Fatayat delegate. Atiqah is the vice leader, Tasnim A as the secretary and Tasnim K is the ah long.

I write stories and I post it online. The stories I mean is the one not posted on my blog. So far I’ve posted 3 while my MP3 player holds more than ten stories yet to be published.

Zainab will head the kawad performance, Atiqah will be doing that for the BaSeD performance [I'm excited for her!~] and Saiyidah Samihah is the dikir+pantun+nasyid performances coordinator.

The first posted got 527 hits, 8 reviews and 4 favorites! I nearly cried in amazement. [Screw that, I never cry over serious stuff like this.]

Us banat are pretty much organized. What would you expect from a team headed by SMI Aman most prized students? [Banats of F5, F4, F3, F2 and F1; who else?]

The second’s a poet. 97 hits and one review! Not bad for a sucker like me, huh?

Atiqah will also act as the gadget and ‘ikatan’ dictator. She planned out the gadgets that we’ll be making; ‘pintu gerbang’, bridge, tripod, a one-’tingkat’  shelf, and a two-’tingkat’ one.

The latest I’ve posted [an hour ago] got 20 hits in the first hour and one alert! It’s a major accomplishment!

What else, huh? Oh yeah. Ustaz Saufi, Ustaz Halim [am not sure about this one], Mlmh Dayang and Mlmh Hanani are the ‘guru pengiring’. [What is it in English? Enlighten me please.]

For the record, my average words  per story is 1306.

Beloved Ustaz Malek is one of the ‘tuan’ there.

A bean kept is not supposed to be spilled; yeah, I know. But I’m sooooooooo excited! TTwTT Please forgive my ramblings; if I didn’t, I might do the chicken dance.

Ustaz Malek trained our kawad performance. It was great! I love it! I can’t disclose out our performance until the Jambori ends, though.

I just hiked up my cool factor! >w<

Our BaSeD was conducted by Ustaz Saufi. Atiqah heads it, so lucky her, she gets to spar with Sufi and Amirah Nik Mazian.

I’m envious~ >.>

I’ll be taking part in all performances stated above. Pray for our victory!

p/s: Sorry, I’ve conveniently forgotten about the Syabab delegate. It’s headed by Mr. Muhammad Ali Omar; a F3 kid. There’s no Commander on his team, he pretty much needs all the guidance he can get.

Yeah, that kid owes us big time. Shannaro!~

1. Plaster a sincere smile on your face
2. Be optimistic
3. Be witty
4. Be mysterious
5. Be disciplined in a good way
6. Be oblivious yet observant
7. Sing along to your favorite songs [regardless whether you sound like Nsync or Ina Naim]
8. Learn the art of countering sarcastic remarks
9. Trust someone with your life
10. Never abandon your teammates
11. Believe in the saying: Rules are made to be bent, not broken.
12. Appreciate life’s hidden little gifts
13. Know how and when to self-defend
14. Learn to say ‘thank you’ and ’sorry’ sincerely

It’s either I stop the list at number 2 or 14. Both are my favorite number. [And to think why I'm stuck at number 2 in class? XD]

And one of the most important thing; Watch Supernatural [sorry, couldn't resist :P]

p/s: Supernatural airs every Sunday, 10.30 pm, TV3

Today was Teacher’s Day celebration at SMI Aman. Prefects were given the honor [more like, the tedious troublesome duty] of organizing it.

It was cool, I guess. On a scale of 1 to 10, I’ll give it a 6.

Our major flaw is organizing, which can be concluded with me muttering under my breath to an ‘anak buah’ of mine: This sucks like hell…

I’ve been using that word a lot lately, to a point that a classmate and a senior said something about ‘kecek huduh’. Suppose I should stop? *shrugs*

I like to be organized, so when the ceremony started at 11.30 instead of the well planned 11.10, I was major annoyed. And a lot of things happened not according to plan. I was irked, nonetheless.

Enough with that. The best thing about the whole thing is the performance. [Yeah, and Ustaz Rashid's speech was kinda interesting]

Ustaz Malek sang this dikir barat with Zaki Akbar. It was fun, entertaining, heart-warming, etc. It would have been better if I understood what they were saying. My Kelantan accent is in a dire need of brushing up.

The banin [Head Prefect, Vice Head 2, Ehsan Fauzi, Luqman (brother of my lil bro's best bud)], as usual, performed nasyid. I’m not a fan of nasyid; most of them seems to be getting sappier day by day.

Ammar Che Hashim was the one worthy of further explanation. He sang ‘Mahakarya Cinta’, albeit he changed it into ‘Mahaguru Ku’.

Imagine, him singing;

Begitu berat memandang,
Melihat kau bersamanya,
Adakah aku yang salah,
atau hanya helah saja.

Kau bagaikan udara,
Yang membantu aku untuk terus hidup di atas dunia,
Tanpamu ku lemah,
Pasti aku tak berdaya,
Kerna kaulah mahaguru ku…
Wooo…

I went sick and nearly puked. [I've been for the past week and Ammar is certainly not helping.]

Even Ustaz Rashid applauded for him. Am I the only one paying attention to the lyric?

Well, at least he tried. He really deserves a hand. What is it with guys and singing, anyway?

…..
…..
…..

Some things are better left unanswered.

Sajak,

Merupakan salah satu,

Puisi tradisional yang ku tak suka,

Ku memang dilahirkan untuk tak menyukai sajak,

Inilah perasaanku pada sajak.

Pabila sajak diudarakan,

Ku akan melelapkan mataku,

Pergilah sajak jauh dariku,

Pergilah mencari mangsa baru.

During Malay class, the whole class was divided into groups. We’re to create a verse of poem per person.

All in 5 short minutes.

The poem above was the one created by Bob. Well, she was always the angsty type of kid; that’s just her way of showing to Muallimah Siti that she hated poem.

I refused to do it, of course. Typical me. Muallimah kinda like force me into it.

"Nape tak nak buat? Senang je kan."

"Inspirasi tak de, muallimah."

"Buat je~"

"Inspirasi tak de kat sini." I tapped my right temple.

I lost the battle, of course. We can’t win an argue against teachers; they just know what to say at the right time.

I was partnered with Tasnim K. She was into her Chemistry PEKA, so I wrote ours. It’s not that bad; considering that I was inspiration-less.

Andai segala masih terbuku, When all are still in shadows,

Di kala awan masih lagi kaku, When the clouds are still intact,

Takkan ku ungkap walau sepatah, Won’t I speak a single syllable,

Takkan ku gerak walau selangkah. Won’t I move a single pace.

The previous post is slightly [read: very] angsty, I know. It’s because I was dreading the hell that I’ll receive from Ustaz Malek.

Surprisingly, I didn’t. He met us this afternoon. He didn’t blame any of us [at the beginning], but he did look extremely crestfallen.

I was sorry for that.

But being Ustaz Malek, it wouldn’t last long. He didn’t blame me at all, which is a miracle [I highly suspect he didn't remember I'm the team taichou]. But then…

"Pak Cik Rahimi ada bagitau kita slack dekat mana." Nabil said.

"Mana?" Ustaz asked.

"Dekat kuiz round one, bahagian …" [At this point, Nabil smirked at one of us participants, who slowly lowered his/her head in shame.]

"Apa?" Ustaz Malek started, but I quickly cut him off.

"Ustaz, YAA ni pasal teamwork. Kalau satu division slack, bukan salah dia sorang. Salah satu team. Mana boleh salahkan dia sorang."

"Betul tu." the said boy/girl nodded his/her head.

Ustaz looked like he agrees, but wouldn’t admit it even if he’s at gunpoint. Typical him.

"Ustaz tak puas hati. Macam mana kita boleh kalah dengan Sekolah Bandar? Bla bla bla."

"Well, at least kita tak kalah dengan Sekolah Zainab. Malu besar kalau kalah ngan sekolah tu. Bandar, at least sekolah tu memang rival terdekat kita." I shrugged.

Before he left our class, he piped out. "Kita kalah tahun ni sebab Zainab tak masuk." [FYI, Zainab's one of last year's participant. She isn't this year cause her mother wouldn't give her consent.]

To which I [again] rose in objection. "Kalau Zainab masuk pun, tak semestinya result berubah! Zainab bukannya pegang bahagian yang kita slack!"

When Ustaz brought up Zainab’s name, it’s as if he’s denying our team hardwork. As if he’s denying us working our head off.

And I as the captain, would never let anyone underestimate our team.

I’m selfish? Perhaps. Hard-headed? I suppose. Short-fused? I am.

Honorable? You bet.

Life’s cool when you’re cool.

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Mama congratulated us and gave me RM50. >w<

"Untuk apa ni mama?"

"Hadiah sebab berjaya in YAA hari tu."

"Betul ke?" [excited]

"Betul la, jap mama nak ambil duit."

"Tak menyusahkan ke?" [Cheshire grin]

"Tak. Ambilkan beg tangan mama sekejap."

"Okey dokey!" [grinning like Jim Carey in 'Dumb and Dumberer']

"Untuk Ika sorang, or kene share ngan yang lain?" [hopeful]

"Ika sorang." [YESS!] "Tapi takkan tak belanja diorang apa-apa?"

"Tadi Ika dah belanja diorang jeli." [PSFM sells jelly. 10sen per.]

"Jeli je?" Papa joined in. "Kedekut betul!"

YAA Regional Final concluded approximately 20 minutes ago. The champion goes to SMK Bandar, Terengganu; followed closely by SMK Faris Petra and us, SMI Aman.

I’ll be walking at school with my usual blank and expressionless face, I guess. It was an competitive competition; the stakes are high.

Our team didn’t do our best. I know deep down we could have done better. [Am I sounding angsty?] Still, it was a joyous experience. Our hardwork paid off, although it could have been better.

Maybe we lacked a teeny weeny bit of teamwork [on my part, more like]. As the team captain, I take full responsibility for that. [I've the tendency to claim full responsibility. It's going to be the death of me.]

I’ll speak this words based on my nearly three-year experience of being tutored under Ustaz Malek [He's the teacher advisor, FYI. But he didn't came to our final competition since he had a meeting at Kuantan.]. He’ll be biting my head off at school tomorrow, literally. Maybe if he’s being generous, he’ll be putting all the blame on my shoulder.

Well, I can say I don’t mind, since this petite shoulder of mine is used to being so.

Am I exxagerating? Perhaps.

Still, I’m heavenly proud to say that I’m Nur Atiqah Mohd Hanifah, the team captain from Sekolah Menengah Islam Aman. I’m assisted by four dependable and trustworthy members; Nusaibah Adam, Nik Tasnim Wan Anuar, Muhammad Nabil Kamarudzaman and last but not least, Ahmad Ubaidah Azmi.

Life’s beautiful. School sucks [a certain ustaz, more like].

*deep sigh* The only thing that made up the day’s event is reading the newest copy of Kreko. I can’t believe my week was so hectic that I’ve forgotten to read it.

You’ll have to excuse me for now. I’ve a Kreko [issue 13/2007] and a 10-hour of sleep to catch up with.

p/s: Before I roger out, a huge thank you to those wishing good luck to us, namely Kak Aisyah, Laila, juniors at school, and Ahmad. For those unmentioned, please forgive my stupidity.

p/s2: [Yeah, yeah, I know. I should be sleeping now.] Pak cik Rahimi just called, congratulated us and so on. He’s the coolest cool pak cik I’ve the fortune to meet. [Dad's way cooler than him, but Dad doesn't count as pak cik, right? *winks*]