Trial is an experiance. As for me, I thought it was not too bad. With all the leak questions from the outside world, it was not too hard for the students from my school to score such high marks. Damn. And the results for my class: I'm flunking! Most of my classmates have beaten me at score. What to do?
Other than that, I am proud of my G.P.A. It increased. from my mid-term, 5.5 to 5.1. Isn't that remarkable? For me, it's such a high achievement. *claps hands* :DD I don't mind what you guys think of it, but I've been improving. My teachers said so too. My add maths, Engineering studies and Engineering drawing has improved so much. So, yea. I'm proud of myself.
[edit]*** My teacher reposted the results for my class. I actually got 4.8.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
JDI
I wan't part of the JDI last year because I was a total brat. HAHA. And I thought I'd be a burden anyway. I have no idea what it was anyway. But I joined in the JDI this year and I had a short but wonderful experiance with the Surau members. There's something I could do for them at least and I felt glad that eventually I joined this small, undercover community of SMTG. We had a small get together. Where we ate, talked happily. We also had an explorace which was loads of fun. Thnx JDI. All the best of luck next year. Insya-allah.
Wida. Oh, Wida!
Wida isn't a bad person. At least not what I have thought of. At first she seems like this person hard to talk to face to face really. I'm not sure what's the problem. I don't there was any. Though, Wida! I sayang you laa. I like chatting with you so lets chat some more when we meet next time yer?
***Sorry, the picture looks horrible.
***Sorry, the picture looks horrible.SQUAD 4 FOREVER
"I thought it felt like yesterday we just became prefects on that stage." - Natra Amalina.
No kidding.
No kidding.
Here are some pictures of Squad 4. I love this squad a lot. A whole lot. I consider them as my second family almost because I see them almost everyday. We worked as a team, I think. HAHA. Of cause we're like a total mess to people's point of view, but I liked how we cooperated because we had fun in our job.
I dearly miss my seniors from this squad. I still remember some of the advises they left for us. One thing for sure, I remember my mentor Azra Fakhiera. I miss you dearly akak. Maybe it became stronger when I saw how the juniors went up stage and we had to let go of our responsibilies as prefect. I still like one, though. If it's with kak Azra, I remember the most because I would see her first before anyone else. I hope she stills remember me.
For the juniors, we haven't had a lot of time to get to know each other. Because unlike last year, we would get together senior&junior like whole the time. As for my mentee, Wida, I can't say much except congratulations. Do your best as a prefect next year. You are the head of the squad so don't stress out, okay? For everyone else, don't fall back, keep on being the best squad ever. Because we are the BEST. You haven't see it yet.
Okay, as for my squad-mates of 2009/2010: I have so much to say. Okay laa.. I love you guys soo much. I can't imagine having to seperate with you all. I already miss the ones who doesn't show up every morning meeting. I guess I am also proud of everyone of the peple in this squad. You were kind, helpful, crazy and fun to be with. From the first night we met in the circle with the seniors, through the hardships in the prefect camp and to MPP till now. There are other words which fit perfectly into these memories.
Aqrammul: You don't stand out at all at first. I had difficulty to say your name too. I can't remember how we developed a strong friendship until you became KP. Don't think badly of me but I am proud of you. Just I'm worried for you. I would like to cover your mistakes but for how long? I pray for your success because you're not a bad guy at all.
Syafiq: You are gifted. You make people happy wherever you are. I feel sorta calm you are around. At least we one among us who is mature enough in the squad or we will all be fighting. Before we became actual prefects, you we're always tested into becoming the squad leader. Poor you. The seniors like you too much. I guess so do we.
Aminullah: You are such a jerk, sometimes but a lot. You may be the leader of our squad but you're clumsy and foolish. Sorry for the bad comments about you but they are true in a way. Squad 4 can be the best squad in our year if you show a good example. But I guess you can't help it, huh? I'll miss you too even if you don't want me to.
Aqil: I can't say much about you. You just join the squad earlier this year and you are soo quiet. You don't show up so ofthen at meetings and you work so much a loner yourself. Oh well.
Natra: I find it hard to cooperate with you at first because you have that kind of attitude I dislike. But I try to like you, really! I think you find your posistion difficult, don't you? I'm not sure what to think of you but I'll pray for your success in the future.
Farah Nabiha: You are the cherry on top of the cake. I love seeing your happy self every day. You are the best friend I ever to being close to me in the squad and it seems I have known you a lot in the past few months? years? haha. I hope we won't loose contact even after we graduated.
Zuraini: Hey sister. You are a crazy one, I know. You like taking charge of things and you do a great job out of it. You give an upbeat to my days and it always been fun working with you. No joke. Having you around is like the chocolate chips to my cookie. Sweeter.
Fana: Thanks for being there for me. You are the quiet one, seem not important but you were always there to support Squad 4. You look as if you didn't care but actually you do, don't you? After duty, we would share the gossip of our prefect duties and it became a thrill. Thank you.
Along: I don't know what to say. We're aren't that close. I dislike how you treated me. You would force me into something and you stand out of the way. What kinda' person are you? So meeann! Huuhuu~ I heard a lot of things about you, and see who you are. Please be nice when I'm not around would you?
Fatini: Hey you. I haven't seen you in a long time. About you, you are another calm one. You don't speak much and people can misunderstood you sometimes. But that's up to people. To me, you're okay in your own way.
Wardah: You aren't getting any taller Wardah. HAHA. I will always remember you. 1st because, every morning at meetings, you will always speak out, "KETUA SKUAD, CHECK ANAK BUAH." I mean, haha, that's your only function every morning as we see it. But you take it so seriously. In some other times when it's just between us squad-mates, you're actually cool.
Fathieha: I love you little squirt. You will always be my loveable lill chipmunk in the squad. Next to Syafiq, you are also mature. You don't pick fights, you mend them. You are so calm and composed. I really respect you in a lot of ways. Goodluck Teha in what you do.
I guess that's it. Such a long post of comments it becomes shorter by the minute. I will always have these people in my memory. It will still be the best squad in my heart.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
JACOB BLACK
Jacob Black is HOT and Bella Swan is an idiot for choosing Edward Cullen over him.
**Go Team Jacob!
**Go Team Jacob!
But anyway:
THUMBS UP for Stephanie Meyer. Love the story.
My SUPER DUPER Saviors
"Do you realize what you have done wrong?"
I was so sure, so clear what he meant. The teacher currently teaching at that time stared sharply at me but ignored his eyes as much as I can. But it was hard to ignore the other 25 eyes cornering me in that class. I did something wrong, for sure. But I also know what I did wrong to the other 25 people in the class had no meaning if I ever mention it to them. None of them cared what I did except if is something humiliating; something they can make fun of me.
I was lining up the words in my head. I opened my mouth to speak. I was stammering. What was the big idea?! Now I was apologizing to my class? What for? I just called them "naughty bratz." I can say even harsh. But I thought for a while, it doesn't have to be fo complicated. No teacher needs to know the hardships I handle in my own class. It was kinda' silly.
There was a silence in the class for a moment. The teacher clearified the situation why I said my apologies. It had something to do with my absence in class through school last Monday after the event at the School's Main Hall. Everyone awed. Some of them started whispering, chuckling in a sinister way; either way, I was mocked at again. Deep within myself, I told myself:
"Not now. Seriously, not now. Don't cry..."
Crack! I was too soft. I can't hold in. I stilled cried. The deskmate I had beside me since last year, held onto my hand as I sat down. The teacher asked why she was comforting me in such a way. She stood up, confronting the whole class:
"Why is everyone make such a habit bullying her? Please stop it."
I was suprised how she stood up and said that to the whole class even in front of the physics teacher? It became the class topic by that time. In a way, The Teacher kept talking:
"Ainul, can't you see these people are not as good as you? You're not such a bad person, at least your sins had repented. We haven't seen yet their repents. Their jokes are harsh but note to self; and everybody else: "Ainul is a very sensitive person. Too sensitive. Don't play your jokes on her again."
My eyes were still on the desk where I wasn't strong anymore to look at anyone.
Physics class was over, so was school. I was brought to the rest room with my deskmate by my side. She told me, just let your heart out. Cry out as much as you want here. It was uneasy to cry in public, as in the block. Lots will make a big deal of crying. So I cried and cried until it was almost 3.30 p.m. She asked if I was okay but that just made me worst. I wasn't crying but my tears just keep on flowing. I can't take the pain and humiliation I had.
I prayed my Zohor prayers in the mosque. In my prayers, I kept on crying. It wetten my face; the tears. As I was done. I ran into Amy. She saw me, and saw what happened to me.
"What's wrong? Hey! I told you, don't cry all by yourself. Tell me what's wrong."
I told her everything. What happened in physics class and all my pain, the problems I had, even the hopes and dreams I have for myself. I guess having said enough, I stopped crying. It was 4 o' clock in the evening. I cried so long I was tired. I went straight to my bed my slept so deeply in slumber till' 6.00 p.m. As I woke, my eyes were sore. I didn't care how I look but took a a bath anyway. We had tuition class that evening but I wasn't in high spirits. I was even worse to show my face in class.
There, Khalishan and Syahir showed up as usual. Wasim was not an exception. They were my bestfriends in class. Khalishan looked at me long and calmly spoke to me:
"You're eyes look small."
"Really?"
"Not really."
I guess, I have small eyes either way; I cried or not. But then we talked our usual way. In way, it build my self-cautious.
"You were crying. I emphatized you. Syahir is the jerk. He laughed but Firdaus quickly fidgetted him and he stopped laughing."
Thank you... Those were the words I wish to convey. Surely.
You have no idea how much this means to me. How much your friendship is worth to me. In the havoc of my school days, in the misrable classroom we study together in, the happiness and laughter you guys brought to me made my days less misrable. It was hope. i can't imagine how I could live through that class without the four of you.
You are certainly MY SUPER DUPER SAVIORS OF 5E4. I love you.
note*** I just felt like writting a long post. I was bored.
I was so sure, so clear what he meant. The teacher currently teaching at that time stared sharply at me but ignored his eyes as much as I can. But it was hard to ignore the other 25 eyes cornering me in that class. I did something wrong, for sure. But I also know what I did wrong to the other 25 people in the class had no meaning if I ever mention it to them. None of them cared what I did except if is something humiliating; something they can make fun of me.
I was lining up the words in my head. I opened my mouth to speak. I was stammering. What was the big idea?! Now I was apologizing to my class? What for? I just called them "naughty bratz." I can say even harsh. But I thought for a while, it doesn't have to be fo complicated. No teacher needs to know the hardships I handle in my own class. It was kinda' silly.
There was a silence in the class for a moment. The teacher clearified the situation why I said my apologies. It had something to do with my absence in class through school last Monday after the event at the School's Main Hall. Everyone awed. Some of them started whispering, chuckling in a sinister way; either way, I was mocked at again. Deep within myself, I told myself:
"Not now. Seriously, not now. Don't cry..."
Crack! I was too soft. I can't hold in. I stilled cried. The deskmate I had beside me since last year, held onto my hand as I sat down. The teacher asked why she was comforting me in such a way. She stood up, confronting the whole class:
"Why is everyone make such a habit bullying her? Please stop it."
I was suprised how she stood up and said that to the whole class even in front of the physics teacher? It became the class topic by that time. In a way, The Teacher kept talking:
"Ainul, can't you see these people are not as good as you? You're not such a bad person, at least your sins had repented. We haven't seen yet their repents. Their jokes are harsh but note to self; and everybody else: "Ainul is a very sensitive person. Too sensitive. Don't play your jokes on her again."
My eyes were still on the desk where I wasn't strong anymore to look at anyone.
Physics class was over, so was school. I was brought to the rest room with my deskmate by my side. She told me, just let your heart out. Cry out as much as you want here. It was uneasy to cry in public, as in the block. Lots will make a big deal of crying. So I cried and cried until it was almost 3.30 p.m. She asked if I was okay but that just made me worst. I wasn't crying but my tears just keep on flowing. I can't take the pain and humiliation I had.
I prayed my Zohor prayers in the mosque. In my prayers, I kept on crying. It wetten my face; the tears. As I was done. I ran into Amy. She saw me, and saw what happened to me.
"What's wrong? Hey! I told you, don't cry all by yourself. Tell me what's wrong."
I told her everything. What happened in physics class and all my pain, the problems I had, even the hopes and dreams I have for myself. I guess having said enough, I stopped crying. It was 4 o' clock in the evening. I cried so long I was tired. I went straight to my bed my slept so deeply in slumber till' 6.00 p.m. As I woke, my eyes were sore. I didn't care how I look but took a a bath anyway. We had tuition class that evening but I wasn't in high spirits. I was even worse to show my face in class.
There, Khalishan and Syahir showed up as usual. Wasim was not an exception. They were my bestfriends in class. Khalishan looked at me long and calmly spoke to me:
"You're eyes look small."
"Really?"
"Not really."
I guess, I have small eyes either way; I cried or not. But then we talked our usual way. In way, it build my self-cautious.
"You were crying. I emphatized you. Syahir is the jerk. He laughed but Firdaus quickly fidgetted him and he stopped laughing."
Thank you... Those were the words I wish to convey. Surely.
Nur Lidiya binti Mohd Ridzuan
Mohd Khalishan bin Mohd Alias
Muhd Firdaus bin Salim; &
Ahmad Syahir bin Mazlan
You have no idea how much this means to me. How much your friendship is worth to me. In the havoc of my school days, in the misrable classroom we study together in, the happiness and laughter you guys brought to me made my days less misrable. It was hope. i can't imagine how I could live through that class without the four of you.
You are certainly MY SUPER DUPER SAVIORS OF 5E4. I love you.
note*** I just felt like writting a long post. I was bored.
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