“Those who witness no falsehood, and, if they pass by futility, they pass by it with honourable (avoidance).” [25:72]
Any avid reader who’s always on the prowl for an excellent read will be very likely to have anticipated the release of the final installment of Harry Potter, brought it home at once, and finished reading it by now.
I, obviously, happen to be leading the crew.
Pfft! Cut the formal, I just wanna scream!
I’VE FINISHED READING DEATHLY HALLOWS! Oh man, I am so beside myself!~
I’m so truly proud of me! I picked my precious at Popular on 2040 hour, 22th July, a day after the international release. [Papa refused to bring me there on the special 21st; he said the place will be packed.]
I finished the precious on 0032 hour, 25th July. All within 51 hours and 52 minutes! [Within my 3-day-limit of finishing one novel!]
I could have done better, but I had Ujian Penilaian 2 during this week. Oh well.
I told Fatimah CR that I’ll read the smashing heartthrob after exam, but my fingers were itching like hell. I started reading on 2230 the night I brought it home.
The final installment was among the thinnest of its seven series, but it was surely the most expensive. [RM109.90, but I paid RM98.91] FYI, I buy my own stuff.
I will not complain, since the story itself is rich, the plot thickens every paragraph and the story was woven so beautifully that I was thrown inside the story; running along with Harry and felt all the things he do and feel.
It moves me greatly; I laughed, tensed, smiled, heart-pounded, adrenaline pumped as I read it with excitement.
The Harry Potter series is the only series that even made me cried.
Damn, I hate how it soften me!
Want a peak? [Spoilers ahead. You have been warned.]
Four souls were united, seven souls were separated,
A Weasley returned, and a Weasley gone,
A wolf in his nurturing, and a wolf in his sleep,
A helper becomes loyal, and a helper was freed,
The truth of loyalty lays in the doe,
A love forever, a love will remain the bravest,
Secrets revealed, tears run a stream,
The stone was left, wand returned, cloak remained,
May we all smile and cheer, do not stop the tear that flows…
-Atiqah Hanifah, 0032, 250707-
Though it may has ended, the story will further remain in our heart.
This is gonna be longest post I’ve ever posted in the moment. Bear with me, and please, go grab a popcorn or something.
090707
Evening.
Three buses departed from SMI Aman towards the location of this year’s Latihan Kepimpinan Diri / Muhayyam [camping]; Kem Kijang, a place rumored to be ‘keras’ [Muahahaha!~]. The place was huge and I was looking forward to be greeted by a bunch of cute little kijang running here and there.
Unfortunately, I was disappointed. No kijang lay their lair there but the place was abundant with cats. They were tame and cute but I’m only interested in fat male cats.
I officially renamed the place: Kem Kucing.
Girls were divided into three teams; Team 6 [assigned to Komander Bob and K. Zainab], Team 7 [K. Sufi, K. Saiyidah and Nik-chan] and Team 8 [K. Atiqah and K. Nikochan]. AJK Kerja merely watch over their progresses, eat with them, but we have our own tent.
The girls set up their A tents while us the AJK Kerja poked our noses here and there. We weren’t supposed to help, but me and Nikochan pitied our helpless team so we figured out a little bit of help won’t hurt.
If any of you guys read my entry of Jamboree 2007, you would notice that I’ve sworn to kick every pointless A tent I come across. Well, it was a gruesome test of my self-control.
Sabar, sabar seems to be my mantra for the rest of the camping.
Night.
During Maghrib, all students were required to solat jamai’ on the field. AJK Kerja was on duty of watching over the camp 24-7. I was on duty that time.
Alone.
I bet you guys thought I will freak my head out, being left alone in the vast campsite. During dusk, nonetheless. Anything could happen.
But I was cool. Am so not afraid, but it was inappropriate. "Mira, tolong panggilkan sorang lagi Komander," I told Mir. "Ika tak kesah jaga sorang-sorang, tapi Ika tak patut."
Well, none came. Nik-chan later told me that Zainab said, "Takpe la Atiqah jaga sorang-sorang. Kalau dia tak hilang, tempat tu selamat, lah."
I’m heavenly fortunate to have acquaintances like them, am I?
I spent the rest of my watch running around the camp, chasing after cats who seems very much interested in poking their small pea-sized brain head into the tents. Armed with a bamboo pole and my fists, of course.
That night, there was an ice breaking conducted by the one and only Abdul Jalil Abdullah. He talked about ‘Emotion Management’, which was okay.
Most slept around 0030 am, including me. I tried to sleep inside, but I couldn’t as I was mercilessly attacked by a whole platoon of mosquitoes. I groggily woke up at 0130 am for my hirasah watch.
Nothing exciting happened. [Finished my watch at 3 and plopped asleep on the mat outside of tent.]
100707
Morning.
I woke up at 0515, a bit late. The others said they woke me on time, but I merely said I’m up and went back to sleep. I swear I didn’t remember myself saying that!
Am so not a morning person.
Beloved Malek-sama announced on the mike that anyone are free to dedicate speeches during breakfast. Aiman Ibrahim was first, saying Happy Birthday to one of the boys.
If Aiman can do it, so can I!~
"Assalamualaikum dan selamat pagi kepada semua. Di sini saya ingin mengucapkan selamat hari jadi kepada Nusaibah Adam yang akan menyambut hari jadinya pada 15 Julai ini. Juga kepada semua Fatayat, sila membuat air milo yang sedap kerana Komander Atiqah dan Komander Sufiyyah akan singgah ke kem anda sebentar lagi!~"
I’ve Milo fetish went I go camping. Don’t ask me why.
Team 8 made sandwich and tea. I ate one kaya-flavored and ran to Team 6, waiting for Team 7 to finish making their Milo. Nik-chan called me later, inviting me to taste the Milo her team made.
Milo made my day.
At 0800, there was Kawad competition. I was on watch duty with Sufi, when suddenly Bob walked up towards the camp after nearly one hour the competition started.
She had an emotional accident, so I told her to stay at camp with Sufi, while I replace her duty watching over the kids.
Afternoon.
BaSeD competition. I stayed at camp, watch-duty again with someone I’ve forgotten. Took a much needed bath and killed the time by death-glaring cats who came within one meter of me.
Night.
Had to admit, that night gave me a slight chill. Felt something not right, so I merely shut myself up and spoke as little as I can. Zainab and Nusaibah was on watch-duty.
There’s Latihan Dalam Kumpulan arranged by facilitators form the nearby Jaiputra College.
Title: Tunggul Kayu.
Objective: Memberikan pengajaran kepada mereka yang sering tidak memberikan perhatian ketika guru / orang lain sedang memberi nasihat kepada mereka.
Apparatus / materials:
Technique:
Observation:
Conclusion:
Afterward, there was Recall. As usual, the faci made the students weep. I, in-deliberately, fell asleep.
Nik-chan woke me up when all students weep and hug each others, apologizing and the like. During that time, a friend of mine was sick with gastric and she sat down for the time being.
The night ended okay.
110707
Morning.
Me and Nikochan sat on the field, watching students getting ready for Qiamullail jamai’. Suddenly…
"LA ILAHA ILLALLAH! MUHAMMADAN RASULULLAH!"
"LA ILAHA ILLALLAH! MUHAMMADAN RASULULLAH!"
Me and Nikochan stared at each other. "Ape tu?"
"Tu suara Nik-chan." I shrugged. It was 0530 am. "Mesti dia nak kejutkan budak yang malas bangun."
Malek-sama came and asked what was going on. I answered my answers, but Amirah Nik Mazian begged to differ. "Entah la," she said. She just came from camp. "Tadi bunyi cam ada orang histeria…"
I stared at Nik. "Okay kan, kalau awak jaga sini sorang-sorang?"
"Okay."
I ran back to camp. Trouble brewed. Just as suspected the night before.
Mid-morning.
There was an obstacled run. After that, Rashid-sensei-sama demonstrated on how to slaughter a chicken. Each team was given one since there was a cooking competition that afternoon.
Most girls were chickened of the chickens, including the one and only Bob. She tripped on a tree root while trying to escape a chicken running towards her.
Her knee was scrapped rather ugli-ly.
Zainab slaughtered ours, while me and Sufi did the cleaning, with Nik-chan poking her nose between us two. Later on, me and Nik-chan barbecued it, tandoori flavored.
Smack your lips, everyone!
Afternoon.
Performance competition. I was on duty at camp with Nik-chan and Sufiyyah.
Evening.
Operasi Khidmat Masyarakat at PCB. Me, Bob and Sufi was left at camp. I was getting bored with watch-duty.
Bob was left because her knee pained.
Sufi was left because she was to help Mlmh Masrina in conducting the Ikatan competition.
Me? I was the judge of the Pertolongan Cemas competition, with Sufi as the trusty sidekick.
As the judge, here are some of my observation of the notable teams:-
The Pembantu Jurulatih PC.
They were a tad bit disappointing. Couldn’t even answer my simple questions on CPR.
I asked Muhd Asyraf Nizar: "CPR tu ape?"
"Erm, ape ek?" He scratched his hair. "Tak ingat."
"Cardio-pulmonary resuscitation." I sighed.
"Oh ye!"
I asked Nurul Hikmah Omar, "Ape benda pertama kita buat bile ada orang pengsan?"
"Kita tanya dia okay atau tak." She lightly slapped the face of her ‘fallen’ friend. "Hey, awak tak ape-ape ke?"
I mentally smacked her head. "Kita check keliling dia dulu la, dik. Cari punca dia pengsan…"
God, students should be taught the basics of first aid.
Team 4
Ali-san the smartass brat. I asked him, "Apa kegunaan anduh tangan [sling]?"
He was squatting, and stared at me who was standing. "Kan dah tahu."
"Apa kegunaan anduh tangan?" I asked calmly.
"Kan dah tahu? Kenapa nak tanya lagi?"
"Awak jangan berlagak bijak dengan saya, Ali." I fanged my fangs. "Apa kegunaan anduh tangan??"
He answered in a bored tone. I’ve lost my already thinning respect for that bragging little smart brat.
Team 5.
This team consisted of my dear classmate, Aiman Ibrahim as the team taichou. He was brilliant, may I add.
He taught the other kids CPR when I was judging other team. By far, his team fared the most during the CPR test. But their downfall was their untidiness during tying the anduhs.
Aiman was a good kid with a high level of leadership. He needs as much guidance as he can get.
The problem is is his manners. He’s a five-year-old trapped in a body of an hoary 16-year-old.
Night.
After what happened that morning, everyone wanted to be excused from watch-duty. I was eternally irked.
"Ape alasan korang tak nak jaga kem?" I glared those irresponsible so-called-AJK Kerja. "T-A-K-U-T?"
"Atiqah, kawal emosi awak." Zainab smiled. Well, you’re the so-called-leader of the AJK Kerja, shouldn’t you show a good example and volunteer yourself for watch-duty?
Irked, I was. "Kalau korang takut sangat, biar saya jaga kem malam ni!"
They fall in silent. Then they voted for two others who would stay with me on duty. Saiyidah and Nik-chan was the lucky one.
Both were obviously not happy. "Tadi dah jaga kem dah…" I heard Nik said.
I stayed put on the mat, watching chickens walking with the other students towards the Assembly Lot for the boys’ Performance competition. Sufi came back afterward.
"Kak Nab tanya muallimah tadi," she looked hesitant as she faced me. "Muallimah kata, tak pe kalau Komander tak jaga kem malam ni."
She continued talking, but I paid no heed. From what I understood, they wanted so badly to not to watch over the camp. I finally stood up.
"Kak Tiqah nak pergi tengok persembahan ke?"
"Semua orang nak pergi, kan? Habis tu? Buat ape saya bangun?" Ah, I’m the ever sarcastic domestic goddess.
I’m easily irked, especially at irresponsibles.
At the Assembly Lot, I fall asleep.
After returning back to camp that night, we were to read Al-Mulk before going to sleep. The girl who had an accident that morning refused to read it with her teammates, so Zainab opted to reading it beside her in her tent.
"Nik," she asked Nik-chan. "Temanlah saya."
"Tak nak. Awak ajak la Atiqah."
I read Al-Mulk with Zainab by the girl’s side. After that, we proceeded with Yaa Siin.
The night ended with me sleeping outside, while teachers roamed around our campsite; making sure nothing bad happened.
Hah!
120707
Morning.
Zainab and me was supposed to hirasah at 0300, but we didn’t wake up. So we compensated by watching over the camp while others Qiamullail jamai’ on the field.
We qiam-ed on our own, until one of the lamp switched off after a bug flew towards it. Then, Nik-chan and Nasibah ran passed us, hand in hand, towards the teachers’ chalet. It was 0530.
Me and Zainab stared at each other. "Kenapa Nik?" I asked.
"Dia histeria lagi." She answered hastily and ran off.
Me and Zainab stared at each other. "Kita nak kene pergi ke?"
"Jom."
I grabbed all the Qurans available, put on my trusty sandals and ran off towards the field.
Afternoon.
The awaited Closing Ceremony. Let dash on towards the results:-
Johan Memasak: Team 3 [Muhd Naim Che Rahimi was the leader] and Team 8 [Wan Nasibah Wan Zulkipli]
Johan Kawad: Team 2 [Muhd Ammar Che Hasyim] and Team 8 [Wan Nasibah Wan Zulkipli]
Johan BaSeD: Team 3 [Muhd Naim Che Rahimi] and Team 8 [Wan Nasibah Wan Zulkipli]
Johan Pengurusan Pengkalan: Team 5 [Muhd Aiman Ibrahim] and Team 7 [Khairunnajah Zulkifly]
Johan PC dan Ikatan: Team 4 [Smartass-san] and Team tak ingat…
Johan Persembahan: Team 2 [Muhd Ammar Che Hasyim] and Team 6 [Nur Amirah Mohd Hanifah]
Peserta Terbaik: Muhd Ammar Che Hasyim and Nur Amirah Mohd Hanifah
Komander Terbaik: Nik Khaliff Kamarudin and Nik Tasnim Wan Anuar
Anugerah Khas: Nik Tasnim Nik Kamarazaman [for being helpful, sincere and commited]
Owari.
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p/s: Dude, I’m tired of writing this. Tomorrow’s Ujian Pengesanan 2. I’ve got BM and Bioslogos paper tomorrow.
And here I am, wide awake; writing this entry while watching WWE Bottomline.
I’m hopeless.
p/s 2: Have a nice day, everyone!~
p/s 3: For more info, comment please. I’ll see if I’m up to replying them. Peace.
As I write today’s post, there are people out there who are less fortunate than us, as fortunate, and of course, those people who annoy us at time by being more fortunate than us.
Life just can’t please us all.
You know those Penang U-12 team who ranked #17 at the Danone Nations Cup in Lyon, France? Well, they’re the proud of the nation. Very.
Four wins, three draws and a 0-2 against England. Not bad.
First, they’re Muslim Malay from Malaysia. Aren’t we proud? I am.
Second, they got to take our Malaysia football to a higher standard. They give us all (including me) hope that football in Malaysia can still advance to a higher level.
They’re lucky, aren’t they?
But most of all, they got to meet Zinadine Yazid Zidane. Affectionately known as Zizou.
I’ll give you a minute to say, "Whoa." I can hear bro saying, "So?" That sarcastic jerk.
It’s a humiliation on my part to admit there’s a teeny weeny bit of jealousy inside of me.
Okay, I admit. It was no teeny weeny bit. It was tera giga mega.
Ow, those lucky brats! No fair, no fair, no fair!~
Enough of my inner tantrum. No matter how lucky we are, always remember it would never last. Enjoy it while it’s still there and never take Allah’s nikmat for granted.
It’s a proven fact that too much of a good thing is not good for our health, so don’t overdo it.
We wouldn’t want Him to take back what He had given us, ne?
"Atiqah, awak salahlah!" Bob shook her head. "Kredit tu duit yang keluar, lah!"
"Mana ade! Saya baca dalam buku KHB, Pilihan 4: Perdagangan dan Keusahawanan." I frowned. "Dia kate, kredit tu duit yang kita dapat!"
"Tapi Kak Tiqah, Ubaidah yang buat format bagi laporan Bendahari Pengawas." Hikmah piped in. "Dia tulis kredit tu sebagai duit yang keluar."
"Tapi saya buat betul dah Laporan Kewangan PSFM ni. Betul."
"Saya hafal dulu masa form 3, kredit tu duit yang keluar; debit tu masuk."
"Tak la~"
"Entah lah, Kak Tiqah." Hikmah shrugged. "Tapi Ubaidah tulis kredit tu duit yang keluar."
I walked away from the debate scene and slouched towards my classroom. There is no way credit means the money that we’ve spent! I’ll prove it, even if I lost my head in the process! [I'm exaggerating.]
I glanced around. Where’s a Kamus Dewan when you need one?
I entered the class. Mrs. Chan the Add Math teacher was already seated on her seat. I faced her.
"Cikgu Chan," I asked. "Cikgu tahu tak apa maksud kredit?"
"Hmm." She looked at me thoughtfully. "Saya tak pasti, tapi mungkin maksud dia duit yang keluar kot."
Not you, too!
"Mungkinlah, sebab kad kredit tak boleh nak digunakan kalau dalam akaun bank kita tak ade duit, kan? Entah lah, saya tak pasti."
"Terima kasih, cikgu."
I walked towards my seat and asked Zainab who was tidying up her messy table. I stared at her.
"Zainab."
"Ada apa, Atiqah?"
"Awak tahu tak kredit tu ape?"
"Entah la… Saya tak ambil Akaun."
"Lol, kan kita pernah belajar dalam KHB dulu!"
"Saya tak ingat la. Haha." She grinned apologetically. I sighed. "Thanks."
Nik entered the class a short while later. "Nik, cuba teka." I ceased her in her track. "Kredit tu duit yang keluar or duit yang masuk."
"Keluar." She replied. "Kredit start dengan K. K untuk keluar."
"Bertuah punya budak!"
I got back home and asked my sister about it. "Kredit tu duit yang keluar, kan?" She voiced out.
"Mana ade!" I was annoyed. "Ika buat Laporan Kewangan PSFM and letak kredit as duit yang masuk. Ika bagi ke Mlmh Diana untuk check. Dia tak betulkan pun. Betullah apa yang Ika buat!"
"Tapi kenapa lepas habis sesebuah cerita, dia letak kredit dekat akhir~ sekali? Kredit mestilah keluar!"
"Tak masuk akal!" I frowned. "Tu credit maksud lain! Credit juga bermaksud ucapan terima kasih atau penghargaan."
"Entah lah."
"It’s like, ‘I credit my thanks to my parents and teachers.’!"
"Ye lah, ye lah…"
"Tak percaya? Bak sini Kamus Dewan!"
"Tu," she gestured lazily towards her table. I took it in a flash and opened the page 711 and scanned for the entry: kredit.
"Kredit," I read out. "Wang yang dipinjamkan… beli dulu kemudian baru bayar… Butir perakaunan… Apa ke bende kamus ni?" I closed it with a smack. "Tak faham langsung!"
I flipped towards page 279. "Debit." I read out again. "Catatan jumlah wang yang dikeluarkan daripada akaun bank seseorang!" I smacked it shut.
"AHA!~" I shouted in triumph. "I was right!~" I swirled around and faced Mir with a huge grin on my face. "Told ya."
Mir mentally smacked her forehead and exited our bedroom. I could actually read her mind that she found arguing with me is totally pointless.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
p/s: I voice out against the rules at school the other day. I argued with Head Prefect until he had no choice but to accept my ideas and imply it at school.
I’m difficult, yeah. Tell me something I didn’t know about myself.
Anyway, nice day ahead of you, people!~
p/s 2: Dude, my blog is colorful…
I enjoy people-watching. Really. I can sit like a stoic statue all day and just stare at the passing humanoid. It kind of sharpen my observation skill; a skill that I’m proud to say I’m quite good at.
So here is the report for today’s observation.
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Aim: To observe the behavior of one of the prefects of Aman Islamic Secondary School (AISS).
Problem statement: What is the current mental state of one of the prefects of AISS?
Hypothesis: One of the prefects of AISS is stressed.
Technique: Observation.
Procedures:
Observations:
Discussion:
Conclusion:
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I’m not surprised. Prefects are doomed to eternal stress when they really perform their duties.
It’s just a matter of stress-managing. I am stressed, trust me, but as long as you:-
-you’ll be in control of your emotion, performance and definitely your life.
p/s: Serves the said prefect right for being stressed. Why didn’t he ask for the Vice Head’s help to handle some of the student’s problems?
Vice Head exists to help, duh. It’s general fact.