Today’s the awaited day. Kaoru waited patiently in front of the canteen, waiting for her mother to conclude her conversation with her class teacher, Hanum-sensei.

She leaned casually on the poorly-painted wall, left hand residing peacefully in her pocket. She turned around and saw her mother getting up. She straigtened her spine and walked towards the smiling lady, nonchalantly nodding and smiling to her teachers in the vacinity.

"So, how was it?" She asked mama.

"You got number 1 for Mid-term Exam." The smiling lady smiled even wider. "Congratulations."

"Yeah." She kind of smirked. "I like number 2 or 14 better, though."

Mama frowned, then smiled and chatted with Ain’s mother who happened to be near her.

Kaoru glanced at her report card. Alhamdulillah, she stared. There’s abundant of room for improvement.

She stared bleakly.

PSI: -13 marks. Okay, I screwed up; big time.

PQS: -9 marks. Okay, two scores to Screws & Co., nil to Kaoru.

Arabic: +3 marks. Oh man!~ I’m soooo getting better!~

Malay: +20 marks. Dude, I’m sooooo proud to be a Malay!~

English: Maintain. Uhuh.

History: -12 marks. Three scores to Screws & Co. I can’t believe this! And to think History is one of my fave subject? This is unacceptable! Study smarter and harder!

Math: +2. Doing good.

Add Math: -2. Better luck next time.

EST: -4. I’m a thrash… No, worse. I should just… d…i… *snaps out of the insanity*

Physics: +12 marks. Oh yeah! I’m cool! I’m sooooo cool!~ Uhuh, uhuh, uhuh!

Chemistry: -2. There’s just no chemistry between us. I just gotta study smarter and harder!

Biology: -3 marks. I could have scored! Looks like Screws & Co. is leading…

She exited the canteen and sauntered towards the patio. Kaoru waited for her mother there. She sat down and hugged her Quran Tafsir given to her by someone significant, staring at the wooden door leading to the two-by-four-meters office.

"Kaoru, how was your result?" A sort of familiar voice asked her. She looked up and beamed at her Arabic teacher.

"Not bad, sensei." She chuckled lowly.

"How was your Arabic?" Halim-sensei walked up towards his bike.

She grinned. "Improving by 3 marks!"

He chuckled lowly. "Did you memorized your essay contents before the exam?"

"Nope. I just mix some words and phrases up." She cocked her head slightly. "Why did you asked?"

"It was improving." He smiled. "Ahsanti."

Suppressing the urge to whoop and sing ‘Unlimited’ on the spot, she beamed, "Thanks a gazillion, sensei!"

"No problem."

p/s: I can hear whispers saying that I’m a stuck-up show-off for posting my Mid-term Exam results on my blog. Well, it’s an encouragement on my part to work harder and better on it. *shrugs*

And to clarify certain doubts. Yeah, I got #1, and I really prefer #2 than the first place.

Oh, and Nikochan got #2. I’m ahead of her by one mark. We’re amazing, aren’t we?

Zainab’s #3, Bob’s #4 [I'm merely presuming], and Nik’s #8. I made a pact with Nik to study group together, but we really haven’t the time.

Anyway, nice day, people!

The current world is filled with maksiat here and there. For so-called-Muslim who wanted so very badly to commit sins, you can do so without being sinful!~ Isn’t that great?

But, of course, there’s a catch. In order to do so, you have to comply several terms and conditions.

Don’t worry, the conditions aren’t that hard at all:

1. Jangan makan rezeki Allah. Well, this is simple. All you have to do is make sure you don’t use any of Allah’s nikmat to us; namely our body, soul, thinking-ability, food, air and every single speck of substance or matter on this space of life. Easy, ne?
2. Jangan tinggal di bumi Allah. Right, move to Jupiter. Or Pluto. Wait, Pluto is no longer a planet. But all speck of place is bumi Allah. Where to go now?
3. Kalau nak melakukan maksiat, buat di tempat yang Allah takkan boleh nampak. Easier. Go to a Sealed Reality! [For those unsure of what the hell is a Sealed Reality, go read a Suzumiya Haruhi novel.] Come to think of it, where is a place where Allah cannot know of what’s going on there?
4. Apabila malaikat datang untuk cabut nyawa anda, beritahu dia, "Tolong jangan tarik nyawa saya lagi. Saya nak hidup untuk beribadah." Easy, isn’t it? All you have to do is kneel and beg the malaikat sweetly and innocently to please spare your life. Yeah, right. News flash, people. Malaikat only take orders from their God.
5. Apabila malaikat membawa anda ke neraka, jangan ikut dia. Like what our parents used to tell us when we were mere snivelling toddler, never follow nor speak to strangers. So all you have to do is stay rooted and don’t follow the malaikat.

There, people. I’ve been kind and compiled the list because I know there are people out there who called themselves Muslim yet they tried their uttermost best to go against His orders.

What should we call them? Ungrateful dumbass?

Think you’re up to it?

p/s: Just woke up after a mid-morning nap. I don’t usually sleep after coming back from Qiamullail at school, so this turn of event is particularly abnormal. Let us simply dismiss it.

Hari ini ada Larian Ukhuwwah anjuran Pusat Pendidikan Aman dan PIBG Sekolah Islam Aman. Bertempat di Binjai, kami dikerah supaya menghadirkan diri ke tempat larian sebelum jam 7 pagi.

Tapi saya bukan lah seorang yang aktif pada waktu pagi. Susah juga untuk bersiap awal-awal pagi, lebih-lebih lagi hari ini hari Sabtu.

Larian yang sebenarnya bermula pukul 8 lebih. Kami adik-beradik [saya, Mir, Harith, Hazim, Yaya] sampai dalam pukul 7.40 lebih. Biasalah.

Larian terbahagi kepada lebih kurang lima kategori:-

T: Kanak-kanak Tadika Iman yang ketinggian purata mereka adalah separuh dari ketinggian saya. Mereka amat comel!~

A: Pelajar Tahap 1 SRI Aman. Yaya dalam kategori ini.

B: Pelajar Tahap 2 SRI Aman. Hazim di sini.

C: Jejaka separa kacak dan wirawati pertiwi dari SMI Aman. Harith, Mir dan saya di sini!~

D: (1) Kaum wanita yang lain. (2) Kaum lelaki yang lain.

Along jadi petugas dekat situ. Dia, Faiz, Faris and Fahmi serta beberapa lagi yang kurang dikenali membantu urusetia menguruskan kanak-kanak lemah yang pengsan atau syahid tengah jalan.

Adik-adik tadika berlari sejauh 700m. Biasa je… Ali [Watanabe] adik Sufi dapat nombor 10. Hebat kan?

Hazim dan Yaya tak dapat nombor 10 teratas. Rahman adik Sufi dapat nombor 1.

Kategori banat SMI pula, nombor-nombor adalah seperti berikut:-

1. Amirah Nik Mazian.
2. Faseeha Aqilah.
3. Asma’ Firzanah.
4. Anisah Nizar.
5. [Aduh, tak ingat...]
6. Nik-chan.
7. Nikochan.
8. Khairunnajah Zulkifly.
9. Bob-chan.
10. Nurul Hikmah Omar.

Sebenarnya, dalam tempoh seminggu sebelum larian bermula, saya dah tawarkan diri kepada muallimah untuk jadi petugas. Tapi…

"Muallimah, boleh lah… Saya volunteer ni!"
"Tak boleh. Atiqah kena lari jugak!"
"Tapi saya tak suka lari!"
"Lari je. Kalau tak nak, jalan je."
"Muallimah la…."
"Kenapa tak nak lari nye?"
"Sebab dulu pernah, saya berlari lepas tu ada muallimah marah dan suruh saya berjalan… Serik dah…"
"…"
"Kalau saya kayuh basikal boleh?"
"…"

Muallimah bagi kalau tak nak berlari, tapi kene ada masalah kesihatan. Saya dah berjanji dengan Nik-chan untuk berlatih Teknik Elak Guna BaSeD. Saya nak biar dia belasah saya sampai kaki saya patah.

Kalau kaki patah, tak perlu berlari, kan? Kan?

Tapi Nik-chan malas. Teruk betul.

Mir pemalas telah menggunakan alasan ‘lelah’. Jadi muallimah bagi dia jadi petugas je…

Maruah dan harga diri saya masih di tahap yang amat tinggi, dan saya tak berniat untuk menjatuhkannya dengan membuat alasan yang langsung tak munasabah.

Adakah saya berlari? Sudah tentu tidak~

Saya berjalan sambil menikmati pemandangan, menghirup udara pagi yang nyaman, sambil menderngar Hirano Aya menggegarkan kepala saya dengan lagu rocknya.

Malang sekali, semasa berjalan/berjoging, tapak kasut saya tercabut. Dua-dua belah. Tak selesa langsung berjalan.

Namun, saya tetap menamatkan larian dengan bergaya. Saya berjalan di sisi Mlmh Dayang ke garisan penamat. Kami melihat satu sama lain dan tersengih.

"Kita jadi juara bersama, ye, Atiqah?"
"Boleh je~" Muallimah ketawa. "Kita juara kategori E: Pasangan guru-pelajar."

Kami pulang selepas acara penyampaian hadiah. Bagus! Tak perlu berlari lagi!~

p/s: Dah lama tak tulis dalam Bahasa Melayu. Rindu la pulak. Kekok pun ada jugak.
p/s 2: Saya akan menganjurkan Kayuhan Ukhuwwah bila saya tak ada kerja nanti.
p/s 3: Juara SMI banin adalah Iskandar Muttaqin b. Annual Bakri.

Attention, minna-san. This is Kaoru speaking.

Do you want to have fun?

Let me be precise. Do you want to be fun and annoying at the same time?

Then heads up, people! Read on!

Being mysterious isn’t difficult, but it isn’t very easy either. If you just want to have fun, though, it can be very entertaining.

To be mysterious, there are a few things that you need to know. It might take a while for people to notice, but once everyone does, then that’s when the fun begins.

STEP:-

1. Have an occasional evil smirk on your face to make it look like you’re "up to something". When people ask you what your smirking at, say "nothing", in a manner that suggests you are up to something.
2. Don’t talk too much. Try to keep to yourself most of the time. Be succinct in your speech — brief, and to the point.
3. Be evasive. When people ask you questions that are about you, don’t answer the question fully. Leave out large sections and change the subject.
4. Don’t maintain eye contact. When you are with a group of people, don’t look directly at them. Look near them, but when they look at you, look away quickly in a different direction. When they look at you, look directly at them and speak only using one syllable words [i.e."Yeah," "Okay," "No," "Cool," - those sorts of short words but don't make it look like you're not interested.]
5. Speak as if you are trying to be secretive. Don’t be specific in your wording. Just behave as if you are trying to say where you were going but don’t say the place where you’re going. Just use head movements and body language movements to show where you are going.
6. Do simple things that make people wonder what you are up to. Don’t tell them anything and keep walking or working, or doing whatever you are doing.

THE RESULTS:-

Classmates keep giving me the glance. It looks like they were worried of my sanity. And not to mention they never leave me alone. Whenever I felt like being the mysterious lass, someone is sure to be following me around, just to make sure I wouldn’t end up setting the whole building on fire.

My so-called-friends know when to leave me alone, though, except several homo sapien who never seems to get it. *sigh*

Bob went, "Argh! Atiqah! Jawablah betul-betul!"

Zainab went, "Atiqah, saya ada benda tak puas hati dengan awak-" and I started to imagine myself chasing seagulls as she started one of her ramblings.

When I silence myself, Nikochan was troubled and went, "Atiqah, awak ada masalah ke?"

Nik-chan was the best. She smirked evilly, as if knowing 100% what I was up to.

TIPS FOR AMATEUR:-

1. Occasionally smirk, but make it look sort of evil.
2. Try to blatantly avoid questions.
3. Try saying things that simply make no sense at all.
4. Do things to make people wonder what you are up to.
5. Don’t speak too much; to be mysterious and secretive, you have to keep your mouth shut.

WARNING:-

1. This may annoy some people; trust me, I know. Just be prepared to hold your ground, but never reveal to them you were just fooling around if you intend on being mysterious again.
2. If you’re not in high school, then this specific sort of behavior will probably not make people think you’re mysterious, just odd.
3. Unless you are actually involved in some sort of evasive or secretive actions, people will think you just want attention.

Above all, enjoy yourself, minna-san!

p/s: When friends lectured you for not paying attention when people were talking, don’t hesitate to spring up into action and defend yourself. Be sure to speak in a low and calm voice. Have your point across, and leave a.s.a.p.

p/s 2: Proceed on your own risk. If you were bashed after fllowing what was posted, I held no responsible whatsoever. Kaoru is.

p/s 3: Source: Kaoru the Inner Atiqah and http://www.wikihow.com/Act-Mysteriously

What to write, ne?

Oh yeah! Today was Math paper 2. The period was two and a half hour, but I finished it an hour beforehand. Crazy genius, ne? [Kid only.]

I spent the rest of the time sleeping, of course.

Drop that. I was going to write about something else, really.

Twenty pupils of Aman Islamic School went to TM [Telekom Malaysia] Exhibition at Kota Bharu. Me, Nikochan, Nik-chan, Bob-chan, Zainab, Nasibah and Mir-imoutochan were the girls.

The boys were Ubaidah, Nabil, Izzat Ramzi, Ehsan, Mus’ab, Naim, Dzufar, Ali, Umair, Azzam, Taslim, Asyraf, and another I forgot. Gomen ne.

In one phrase: We saw how they really work; the people that helps in enabling me to be online and enable Bob-chan to call me when she’s depressed. [Kid only. Stop the Atiqah-bashing.]

We went to the Narrowband Department. Through the technology of fibre optics, underground cables, microwave transmittors and the likes, we are able to receive calls and make them even when we’re at the core of this beautiful Earth. [I'm exxagerating, yeah.]

After that, we went to the exhibition. The game tournament has started. It was a match of Pac Man. Dzufar-san got first place, Naim was second, and Nikochan came running at the third place. Cool, ne?

Each of us got a goody bag. TM appropriately gave us each a pillow! It was square and red! It was fluffy! It’s a bean pillow!

It just screams perfect!

Off to the Broadband Department. Nor-ojisan said, "Suara manusia dalam 0Hz sampai 33.3 KHz. Contohnye, kalau dia-" he pointed at Naim. "-gaduh ngan makwe dia, lama-lama diorang takkan bercakap. Senyap je memanjang. Masa tulah 0Hz."

We all laughed, Naim grinned.

"Bila tok nye kita mati, kita pun jerit memanjang. Sekuat hati. Masa tulah jeritan maksimum kita adalah 33.3 KHz."

I, standing nearest to the friendly 45-something man, nodded in comprehension.

"Suara perempuan boleh la sampai tahap tu, kalau suara lelaki mungkin dalam 30 KHz je… Sebab suara perempuan ‘ceghik’."

"Oh, ceghik." I nodded out of habit.

A couple of meters away…

"Atiqah faham ke tak ceghik tu apa?" Mlmh Dayang kinda whispered to Mlmh Hanani; both were smirking.

"Tak kot." Mlmh Hanani stiffled a laugh.

"Dia angguk jah…" Ubaidah joined in smirking.

We moved on to the Operator Department. It was fun, really. There were like, 5 ladies currently working on the 8 am - 2.30 pm shift.

"Kecemasan, boleh saya bantu?" the kakak monotonously said. The person hung up, so did she.

She sighed and answered the next call. "Kecemasan, boleh saya bantu?"

Seems like there’re 60 calls in a minute.

After several prank calls, we finally get a real one. Kinda.

"Kecemasan, boleh saya bantu?"

"Ah, saya seorang cikgu." A female voice rang from the other side.

"Oh? Boleh saya tahu kenapa cikgu talifon?"

"Saya sebenarnya tengah mengajar murid-murid saya sebenarnya, yang panggilan 999 ni wujud."

"Oh, cikgu ye?"

"Ye."

"Takpelah cikgu, memang ada pun 999 ni…"

We laughed. I asked, "Boleh caye ke?"

"Biasalah dik, 90% daripada panggilan adalah palsu." The kakak smiled.

There was another interesting call after that. From a guy.

"Tadi kan dah call? Awak jangan lah kacau saya kerja."

"Saya saje je nak bercakap."

"Call lah karang."

"Bila tu?"

"Nanti pukul 10 malam." I laughed. "Kakak kan habis shift pukul 2.30!" The kakak smirked.

"Tipu. Nanti pukul 5 awak dah habis kerja."

"Mana ada saya habis kerja pukul 5? Call pukul 10 je lah."

"Okay." And with that, she hung up.

Bob-chan and Mir got the chance to be operator for awhile. I was envious. >.>

Later at school…

Tired, I was. The trip has taken a toll on me. We solat Zohor, and I plopped asleep on the table.

I took out the pillow TM gave us, and fall asleep.

p/s: Nikochan woke me exactly at 4 pm, when the class was already flooded with students and Cikgu Suriani the Bioslogos extra class teacher.

p/s: Forgot to mention. The pillow was decorated with a love shape made of telephone-cable. I won’t complain about it since the fluffiness of my fluffy red square bean pillow made up for it!~

Kak Athirah was admitted to USM a few days back. Dengue. I really hope she get well soon; I don’t fancy the fact that one of my seniors is in bed instead of being alive and kicking.

Pray for her we must and visit her we should. Bring along fruits and tea; good for health it is.

Conclusion: Keeping yourself updated with the current progress of your respected seniors is not a bad thing to do.

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A girl can’t live without dilemma, can she?

Tomorrow there’s going to be some sort of game tournament at this TM Expo. I’m a participant along with some other students.

Malek-sensei opened the game portal at school and show us the game beforehand. Since there’s only one internet-enabled computer at the lab, all the boys crowded in front of it, giving no chance for us girls to play it.

Some time later…

"Atiqah, tak nak try main game tu ke?" Ustaz Malek asked me currently sitting outside the hall, staring at nothing.

"Tak pe lah ustaz." I grinned. "Biarlah banin yang tak de internet dekat rumah main dulu, saya boleh main dekat rumah."

"Humph. Berlagak."

That word. That’s the second time he ever said that to me.

I’m… annoyed? Irked?

That ‘p’ word is aptly matched here, but I’ve promised I won’t use that word again.

I think I was shot dead, reincarnated, decapitated, reincarnated, cremated and reincarnated back by his comment. TT-TT

How could he? He’s my sensei, for God sake!

Anyway, I told Bob about it. More like in passing. Bob [a.k.a Nusaibah Adam] said:

"Jangan layan sangat ape yang ustaz kata tu… Kata-kata dia tadi tu cam Hadith Daif; tak boleh diamal atau dibuat hujah, melainkan mendekati Hadith Sahih atau Hasan."

"Maksud awak, kata-kata ustaz tu cam Hadith Maudu’ la?"

"Hadith Maudu’ teruk sangat…sian dia."

We both shared a warm-hearted laugh.

Conclusion: We all love to joke, but we should filter our choice of words before we end up scratching someone’s fragile heart.

Conclusion 2: Study Quran Sunnah with all your so-called fragile heart.

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Cikgu Rohana the Chemistry extra class teacher told the class this this evening.

"Zinc [Zn], will react with copper (II) oxide [CuO] to produce zinc oxide [ZnO] and copper [Cu].

Before that, the force of attraction between copper and oxide has to be overcomed before zinc can bond with oxide."

Dalam Bahasa Melayu, bahasa ibunda tercinta: Sebelum zink nak bergabung dengan oksida, kuprum dengan oksida mestilah bercerai terlebih dahulu.

Conclusion: Kalau perempuan nak kahwin lain, dia mestilah bercerai dulu. 

Conclusion 2: Atiqah is a serious nutcase needing immediate medical attention.

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Today’s the seventh day of the three-week long Mid Term Exam. Tedious, as always. And not to mention a drag.

The complicated papers [Arabic, Hafazan, Quran Sunnah, Syariah Islamiyyah (yes, in that order)], the lovable ones [Malay, History, EST, Tajwid] and the okay one [Chemistry] have been completed, now it’s the migraine-inducing papers [Add Math, Physics] and the awaited ones [Bioslogos, Math, English] need to be beaten down.

I suppose I should be studying now, but a self-proclaimed genius has to do what a self-proclaimed genius should do. I’ve made a special study timetable and I get along pretty well with it.

I’m currently busy downloading animes. And finishing up the fiction I’ve promised Miharu-neechan.

And of course, updating my blog whenever I feel like.

Should stop now. Have a nice day, minna-san!~

On the bus trip there…

We had this inconsiderate Indian guy as our bus driver. Highly inconsiderate; he wouldn’t let us stop for Subuh prayer. He even dropped us a little up the entrance of the Jubli Perak Park [our campsite is nearly three kilometers from the spot he dumped us].

He’s lucky I’m too sleepy to swift-kick his pointless thick head.

There’s this very nice Zainuddin-ojisan who lent us the park’s tractor for transporting our luggage to our campsite. Allah bless him.

On the people there…

Tuan Fakarudin greeted us. Still the loud, slightly annoying, highly amusing guy he is. Always calling us ‘orang kampung muallim’ and ‘mek-mek Kelate’. Good thing he didn’t ask whether we brought budu along with us.

I recorded some lines Atiqah used when greeting people:

"You look kinda familiar… What’s your name again?" [She recognized their faces, but not their names.]

"Ah! Muallimah yang pinjam kasut saya masa hari last Kursus Jurulatih 2007! Ape dah name muallimah?" [To which the muallimah replied, "Sampai hati anti..."]

The only people she seems to remember both face and name are Sakinah from Islah Sg. Petani, Syamila from Hidayah JB, Fatimah from Hira’ Jeram, and Nazarah, Mahirah and Farhanah from Hidayah Ipoh.

Hopeless, isn’t she?

She made new friends, of course.

"Ape khabar? Saya Atiqah dari Aman KB."
"Form brape?" [the other will ask]
"Teka."
"Form 2!"
"…"
"Okay… Form 3!"
"Form 5 lah, dik."
[jaws dropped disbelievingly] "Tipu eh…"
"…"
"Tak pe." [the other will pat her shoulder comfortingly] "Awet muda."

On the tuans and facilitators there…

Tuan:

1. Kamaruzaman from Furqan, Kuala Kangsar [my Faci during K '05; he's somewhat from a Siamese background; a very kind guy; helped Azrul-sama in teaching us BaSeD during KJ '07]
2. Fakarudin from Amin, Bangi (kot) [the guy mentioned above]
3. Nizam from Islah, Sg. Petani [helped Azrul-sama in teaching us BaSeD during KJ '07]
4. Soleh Senafi from …  uhuks [Azrul-sama refers him as the 'King', ie the Pengerusi PSFM if I'm not mistaken]
5. Azrul Fazli from Hidayah, Ipoh [taught us kawad a lot; taught us BaSeD during KJ '07; a very nice guy, worthy of your respect]
6. Saiful Jamsyir from … uhuks [taught us kawad during KJ '06]
7. Zaini from … not again
8. Malek Radhuan form Aman, Kota Bharu. [this guy needs a description? Don't think so.]

Facilitator:

1. Radja-neechan from Yukigakure
2. A’isyah-neechan from Konohagakure
3. Afiqah and Aisyah from Irsyad, Kuantan [teammates during KM '04]
4. Kak Nazarah from Hidayah, Ipoh [my team taichou for K '05]
5. Faiz from Sunagakure [big bro's classmate]
6. Nabil and Ubaidah from Iwagakure [F5 Ibnu Majah banins]

Any names left out, please excuse me.

On the weather…

The weather’s from heaven, if you know what I mean. Pouring once a day, it was a miracle we didn’t drown in the teh beng-colored water.

The bestest thing ever is that our campsite happens to be in the middle of the ‘laluan air’. Hilarious, isn’t it?

Still, we survived.

On the accommodation…

Us banat set up 4 tents; 2 igloo, a big igloo and an ‘A’ tent.

1 igloo is used for utensils and cooking materials storage, another one for sleeping (fit for 5), the big igloo is for sleeping, and ditto to the ‘A’ tent.

Since it poured like cats and dogs, the pointless ‘A’ tent was filled with water. It’s pointless, really. Atiqah’s bag was soaked on the first night, and she had nothing to wear except her yesterday clothes. Allah bless Amirah Nik Mazian, who lent her hers.

Atiqah is one of the person who slept under the stars for three nights in a row. The first night was freezing her to the vertebra although she had her jacket bind around her tightly.

She woke up every two hour, shivering like crazy.

The second was okay. Must be her body got accustomed to the friendly and amiable blood-freezing breeze.

The third was… annoying. She lent her jacket to some banin for their performance, and he didn’t give it back to her that night. So she spent the night sulking like a stupid baby, burning some innocent leaves, refusing to sleep without her jacket.

She fall asleep, of course, at ++2.40 am, regardless the fact that she had to wake up at 4 o’clock for her hirasah.

Urgh… Next time, she’d be wrapping her bag in ten layers of plastic. And she’d be kicking every pointless ‘A’ tent she had the misfortune to meet. And she promised not to lend her jacket to anyone, EVER!

Note:

1. The faci caught a glimpse of a snake near our site! COOL!~ [Nabil said it was 3/4 depa. He said it was horrifying.]
2. Hikmah found a 3-cm lipan in the pointless ‘A’ tent. It was sentenced to death by the heartless Atiqah. [Well, Hikmah suggested that we burn it, but Atiqah simply hammered it to heaven.]

On the food…

Mlmh Dayang and Mlmh Hanani cooked for us, though we’ve already made a Cook-on-Duty Rooster. Lucky for everyone Atiqah hadn’t the chance to cook; everyone might get a stomachache. A gut-wrenching one, uhuh.

Needless to say, we had rice, sardine, egg and carrots everyday. The cycle continues, but oddly enough, I wasn’t bored.

Maybe it’s because those two muallimah know how to cook, unlike someone I know.

On the ‘Lawatan Muhibbah’…

Atiqah went to other camps with Sufiyyah tagging along. They went to Hidayah Ipoh’s first, and Atiqah went, "Assalamualaikum, saya datang nak makan selain dari biskut."

Yeah, shameless. The Hidayah kids gave them keropok and water, so it wasn’t that bad. Mahirah and Farhanah was there, so she’s okay with the hospitality.

She met this Nadhirah Anis from … [Amnesiac, again] and they went through a conversation.

[Legend: Atiqah's yellow, Mahirah's blue, Anis's pink]
"Saya Atiqah dari Aman Kota Bharu."
"Form brape?"
"Teka."
"Nama ape dah?"
"Nama dia Kak Tiqah."
"Bertuah punya budak!" Atiqah slapped Mahirah’s shoulder in a friendly way. "Jangan la panggil saya kak, nanti dia tahu!"
"Hahaha." the kid laughed. You are so gonna be BaSeD…
"Form brape?" clueless Anis asked, again.
"Budak ni Form 4." Atiqah gestured at Mahirah.
"Awak form brape?" still asking Atiqah.
Atiqah and Mahirah exchanged a sigh, a pat on the shoulder and a laugh. "Malas lah nak layan awak…"
"Kak Tiqah Form 5."
"Tipu… Jangan la kenakan saya… Banyak kali dah kene tipu…"
"Lol… tak caye sudah~"

[FYI, Anis's Form 3, but she looked like an F4 kiddo] Yeah, and the same conversation kinda repeated itself on their visit to Amin Kemaman and Amin Bangi’s camp.

On the competitions…

Our BaSeD was fine, albeit nervous Atiqah tends to be extra fast and the performance ended within 5 minutes. Uhuh, she’s hopeless alright.

The BaSeD performance from Hidayah Ipoh is highly amazing! I watched with envy! God, it was so very amat-amat cute! [I told this to Mahirah, and she went, "Cute?"]

The kawad was fine. I just have to say this: We lacked teamwork. Some gave it all, some competed half-heartedly. Maybe it’s because of the muddy field, some of us didn’t ‘paras’ our feet. Maybe they didn’t want the muddy water to splash around.

The culture performances from Hira’ Jeram and Amin [Bangi or Gombak? I'm amnesiac] are worth seeing. Amin did this pantomime and a dance. Very entertaining. XD

Hira’ did this song they composed themselves. It was very very entertaining~~

Aman banin was the best!

Umair Othman, Ammar Che Hasyim and Asyraf Nizar sang this ‘Satu Perjuangan’ clad in a songkok and red batik shirt. Then, Munis and Muhaimin came out and started playing in front of them.

Out of the blue, Ali, Iskandar and several ‘Israel armies’ came out, complete with black glasses. It’s a humiliation on my part to admit how cool they looked. They grabbed those two petite midgets and shot them dead.

Several Palestinians came out, throwing rocks at Ali-san and his thugs. All of them was shot dead. One last Palestinian left standing. He tried to throw his rock, but he was, too, shot dead. Before he died, all the Israelis surrendered. [I'll elaborate later]

Everyone froze. Naim came out and recited a poem. It was… the best I’ve ever heard. Filled with passion, it’s not a wonder they won the performance competition.

Ali-san said that, "An army once said that when he saw a Palestinian throwing a rock at him, he felt a very strong murderous aura coming from the small unarmed boy. They were chickened like hell; that’s why they surrendered".

I was amazed, because Ali-san spoke in standard Malay. I thought he can only speak in Kelantanese…

On the trip to UIA, TUDM, TLDM, RM Batik and Satelit Bumi…

Third day was the day us SMIans went for a trip to five different destinations. Atiqah, Khadijah, Hasyimah, Maryam and me happen to be one of the luckiest to visit UIA! *dance the Chicken Dance*

TUDM and TLDM sounds highly exciting, but they’re dead busy. So the
visitors spent little time poking their noses there. After that, they
spent their time at the BOMBA and by the beach.

RM Batik was… batik. -____-”

Satelit Bumi sounds kinda interesting, but UIA’s the coolest, un!~

We went into their museum! God, it’s filled with organs here and there! Sickening for some people, but totally awesome and hawt for me!~

The best part was the Forensic Pathology area. It showcased the real case of accidents [including falling from a height, rape, vehicle crash, fights, guns, etc.]. Bloodied, yeah. So inappropriate for little Maryam’s eyes, yet it’s highly illuminating and informative.

Needless to say, Atiqah was ecstatic with joy.

And needless to say, Kak A’isyah was envious. XD

On the results…

SMI Aman Banin:

1. Johan Persembahan
2. Naib Juara Kawad
3. Tempat Ketiga Pengurusan Pengkalan

SMI Aman Banat:

1. Tempat Ketiga Pengurusan Pengkalan

SRI Aman Banat:

1. Naib Juara BaSeD [we went crazy with joy; we helped train those kiddos]

Tasnim K raised the Kelantan flag like crazy whenever beloved Malek-sama announced Aman, Kota Bharu; she nearly knocked Atiqah’s head in the process.

On the trip back home…

There was a minor loophole. Our bus ran into the divider and it jostled up. The ones affected are probably the ones sitting in the back of the bus [all five of five people sitting in the back went flying, uhuh].

Nasibah got stuck between Shamila and Zainab, and she hurt her shoulder muscle.

Atiqah flew [kinda :P] and landed painfully on the seat handle. The blasted seat handle happens to be made of solid metal. It hurts, like hell. Don’t ask; she simply couldn’t sit properly on the bus. She had to hug her knees close to sit comfortably. She also walked with feigned ease after that.

She managed to get a new bruise on her right leg -approximately 4 cm wide, 2 cm high- to add to her collection of bruises.

She sat by the emergency door, and lucky for her, the blasted door wouldn’t close after the bump. It was slightly ajar.

Though the bus driver tied the door close with thick ropes [she nearly burnt the driver with her death-glare. "In case of real emergency, how am I supposed to open the blasted door????"], it still leaks in water when it rains, successful in wetting her pants.

Boy, was she annoyed.

[she was asleep when the water leaked in. She got a rude awakening, that's why she was mad.]

Either way, the rest of us reached Kelantan unscathed.

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This is kaoru.mitsui reporting from the site of Jamboree ‘07 for Outlaw Online. Roger and out.