18th Ramadhan 08'

Well, the excitement is buzzing everywhere... what is? Hari Raya, of course!!
At school, many of my classmates were sending raya songs to each other. Some talked about the raya suits. Others just wanted the fasting to end...but why?
This is the month where blessings are multiplied hundredfolds. Sigh...I for one am going to be missing this month. Allah s.w.t has given us a month to reflect and think of Him. Sigh...
Anyway, its not going good for me. I lost my cool today when Fadil threw at me rubbish. Another moment was when Zulfaqar disturbed my Dhuha prayers...=(
In school, Im trying to avoid dozing off in class. And I did...during maths class.
Out of the topic, lately, I've been seeing students playing with the Rubik's cube. Yeah...I see my friends (secondary) playing with it but now, even the primary students were solving it. I usually saw it in sec 2 boy's hands but even the girls are trying to learn. The sec 3's too!! Good, I know its good that people are opening their minds (finally...) but sheesh, do they have to bring it around everywhere???
I thought of trying to learn from them, you know, but some of them (not Aziz or Haziq)...the nerve is just so tantalizing that I could just hit them. When they have knowledge, they tend to show off. I do too but some just keep attracting crowds that when Im walking with a friend, the next minute I find myself walking alone...
So you see, even in this holy month, you just see something to be mad or sick about...

16th Ramadhan 08'

So...the fasting goes on. Where do I start?
I started the day having an early bath. It felt great that I was ready and free to do other stuff. I turned my PC on and checked my multiply.
At school, work was limited and this gave me more time to wander off. Today, I slept a lot. And this just wasnt me. During science, we studied sound and frequencies. It was interesting. During nahu, Ustd Azhari let us do anything. Thats where I took the opportunity to rest. When english language lesson came, I expected a tense attitude by Ms Amnah. Fortunately, she had gotten better. The day was brief. However, I forgot to bring back my Al-Quran...sigh...
When I arrived home, I bathed and afterwards, turned on my PC. Now, Im chatting with Shazaa. Its been a long time since I last had a talk with her...sigh
Well, today is brief so my entry is also short...
Until next time...

15th Ramadhan 08'

Half of this holy month has gone. I have yet fulfilled my duties as a servant of Allah s.w.t. Everyday seems full of surprises. Good and bad stuff can happen in a day. For example, today was a pretty ambiguous.
In the morning, the day started of fairly well. But during tilawah session, thats when good news gave me a ring. Ustd Salehin called out a number of people. They were going to be allocated to the Mahirun group. I was congragulating my tilawah buddy, Ziyan Emir when surprisingly, Ustd Salehin also mentioned my name!!! I was so ecstatic... The day went on...
Not much happened. But the day seemed very good. Unfortunately, thats when the cloud of despair gloomed. Just before geography class, some girls were playing with talcum powder, spraying it on each other. Soon, other girls joined it. Even the boys played with the talcum among themselves. One boy, whom I prefer not to reveal his name, took some talcum...a hand full. Another boy, also whom I prefer not to reveal his name, asked for the talcum and the first boy smacked it in his cheeks. Suddenly, Miss Amnah stepped inside the class and at the sight of all the talcum, she gave us a lengthy yet unforgettable lecture. It went on for the whole two periods of geography lesson. When she left the class, everyone was tense. Well, the rest of the day just seemed normal. So here, I end with... Assalamualaikum wr. wb.....

Teachers Day Celebrations

Teachers day. A moment in time where we repay our teachers for their deeds. Through hardship and pain, and irritating bane...them teachers manage to inculcate in us moral values. So..of course, its natural that "You scratch my back, I scratch yours"... as the saying goes.
I woke up late at 5.58am and I had to be at the bus stop by 6.15am. Rush, rush!! I had a quick shower and did my Subuh prayers. I left and found myself at the bus stop exactly on time. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. It was Aziz. He told me to wait up for him. His bus came at around 6.30am. I could have had more time bathing...sigh.
When we arrived at Newton, Aziz and I bumped into Abdul Rahman. We walked to school together. But then, we decided to go to Shell first as there was going to be a secondary 2 party. At the assembly, Muhammad wanted all the sec 2 boys to rehearse as there was a change of plans. Some of the guys were frustrated. Unfortunately, our rehearsal was cut short when Harith told us we had to assemble as well. So after the assembly, we went behind the school again. We practised and practised. Sadly, after about half the performances were done, it started to rain. Although the performances were continued in the Musollah, we abandoned our act and played games and talked in class. Afterwards, all the sec 2's went downstairs to celebrate our form teachers speacial day. Thats where it ended...
Tomorrow, Im going to Aziz's house cause there's an AOE tournament...Just among friends, of course. Until next time...hehe

The National Day Observance

Sounds of laughter and joy were heard even in the morning. Awaiting the upcoming events were hard to bear. Right at the peak of morning, before much of the sun had risen, I had already started taking some pictures. The ceremony began with the As-Ma'ul Husnah and Singapore pledge, led by Harith of sec 4. Followed was a brief speech by Mr Razak Lazim about the Singapore spirit. It was pretty brief. Then, Harith commanded the stand and teachers of every staff helped to organise the primary students for the march. The secondary students turned and moments later, we saw a very cute march. All the secondary students were shouting and screaming, cheering and making lots of noises. I nearly lost my voice shouting.
When the telematch games had started, we (Water House) were very happy and ecstatic of every outcome. By the sixth game, I was sweating so I went elsewhere. Haziq and I went to the third storey and took some seats so we could have a clear view. We were having a good time when some sec. 5 brothers told us to go downstairs. Sigh...
Moments later, a break was given to all the students. There was sad news, though. The secondary student's telematch games were postponed, until what day, I dont know... It ended with the prize giving ceremony. I was very ecstatic as I recalled that Water House got 2nd or 3rd in the boys inter-hous badminton games. But, unfortunately, the staff didnt count badminton as it was not finished in time.

WHAT????

It is so injust that they didnt count the badminton games. I was so frustrated but I tried to keep cool. But still, it was so disappointing that my efforts were wasted. 2 years in the running and still I got nothing from playing on the Water House badminton team. Sigh...
In the end, Aziz and I went to the Cairnhill CC and played some basketball with some other guys. I got to score some hoops and it really made me feel better. Then we went to An-Nadhah and did our Friday prayers before going back to Junction 8. We looked around in Popular and went home with a large order of French fries in our hands.

But it doesnt end here...the next week, the badminton games were continued. Although I didnt get to play this time, at least I knew that the badminton games was gonna have an outcome. Water seemed really good. I was happy to see this.

The next day, all the houses were called to be in the Musollah. Mr Muneer had sumed up the Secondary Games telematch, which were also held during the week before, and the badminton games. Water house got second in badminton!! I was speechless. I had gotten my first sports medal...hehe. I think Water house got 3rd in the telematch games. Fire house got first...heck, it turned out to be a great week...And here is where my story ends

Leaving July

Sorry for starting with such a mundane title. I haven't the inspiration to write good titles, currently. Anyway, so much has happened in July. Let's start off at the beginning, where this story starts.
Saying good-bye to the month of June was pretty disheartening yet at the same time, relieving. I had longed to see my "so-called" friends again. I was, amazingly, eager for some work. Unfortunately, work was in front of me already. It so happens that the english journal had to be filled with a whole month's worth of entries. Sigh...Miss Amnah confronted me and we had what seemed like an interminable talk. Mdm Faizah Abdul Rahman overheard the conversation. She went over and was appalled by my behaviour, which at the time seemed like something really innocent. After that, I never left my journal an entry empty. That first week seemed dreadful. I wish I had been back at home...why did I even think of work at the time??
A few days of school brought my senses back to somewhere between first and second gear. Most of my heavy books where stored behind in the class cupboard. See, I dont study much so I just leave it at the back. If I do need to study, I'd just bring that particular subject's book. I rely on my lessons. The thing is, I get sleepy most of the time. That's what Mother says about me. Im intelligent but Im lazy. Sigh...
Photography classes were the good parts of the week. But it had gotten me in trouble a few times due to ahh...time management problems. The latest photography class I went to was the outing to Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. We had a splendid day there. We took tons of pictures. Monkeys, trees and everything within our sight. At the summit of Bukit Timah, all the people who came carved our names on a map board. Here is a photo from the outing.



My wrist seems to be getting particularly better. I'd say it'll be fully recovered somewhere in August. Then, on the 19th of July, there was a Peer Tutor Outing and we had a blast of a time. I brought my camera too, just so you know. There, most of the guys played soccer while the girls played netball, or so I think. Syakirin and Zulfaqar got chosen as the water balloon targets. A number of projectiles flew in the air. One of the happy moments of July.
Currently, the 8 Minutes Competition is what's on my mind. I guess you could say we're having a splendid time during our takes. Here, I will use a euphemism to describe my role. I am the "boom operator". In other words, Im the guy who holds the mike. Im also supposed to be the comical actor who brings laughter to the video. I dont expect to win Best Actor Award or anything. I love acting but just having fun being with the team is as good a reward as anything. Plus, its a good experience...the competition, that is.
Speaking of acting, Im currently very fascinated with olden warfare. I don't know why but they fascinate me. Intrigue me. Delight me. Hmm...Im just trying to occupy as much time as I can. Nowadays, I feel rather hollow. Happiness in life has drifted away from me, most of it. In the hope of finding eternal happiness, I am trying to be a good Muslim. Its not a statement Im trying to boast but I feel that maybe if I let it out, I'll feel better.
There......hope you like my latest entry. I believe its longer than any other entry I've written.
Wassalam...

My 14th Birthday

Well whatdya know? Im 14. Seems just like yesterday I learned to walk and read and write. Where has the time gone? Was I in bliss? I dont think so. As I was saying, my 14th birthday. It wasnt supposed to be grand and all. The day before my birthday, my Mother bought me an advanced gift. A pair of shoes. Later, when my Father returned from work, he got me a Hayrer branded bag, just like my old one. I was elated by both gifts. The next day, I didnt do much. I went to perform my Friday prayers. I met up with Aziz and when we finished praying, we met up with Haziq and Fadil at the entrance. Fadil was staying with his grandmother so he came to An-Nadhah, along with Haziq. What lifted my spirits was that they remembered my birthday. That touched me. We spent an hour at the arcade before making a decision to go to Aziz's house. It was great.
The next day, my cousins came to my house and started a party, owing to the need to celebrate my growth of age. I had a cake and all. It was amazing. Unfortunately, my Father worked late so he couldnt join in.
You could say I had a great birthday. I like to think that it was. Anyway, it doesnt take a year to have a party to celebrate your birthday. I like to think that everyday is a day to be grateful about. Allah s.w.t has given us another chance to live and make good use of the day. Thats what you should never forget. Appreciate life. You never know when it will be taken.
I realised this when I unfortunately broke me left wrist. When I was doing something..you know..dangerous. At that time, the sky was dark. My heart felt something bad was gonna happen but I ignored the feeling. I finally realised it when the bad thing happened. Sigh... I thank Allah s.w.t for relieving me to my senses.