In which Haru is a scumbag

I've been busy these couple of days playing Sims 3.

I started off making a couple of young adults and designed their home. Daniel was a scientist and Taylor was in the law enforcement. They then had Logan, who went into medical because that was what his parents wished for.

And then both Daniel and Taylor died, Taylor one day before her husband, which caught me off guard because Daniel was the one older by a day. Logan had a very hectic life with his medical work, overtime and making sure his dad's garden didn't die. Because he was sorely lacking a social life, he adopted a pair of kids; named Erin Jane and Danny to make sure the family lives on.

It was very obvious the kids were adopted. Both were adopted in their childhood and were blond and darker skinned. The Bensons were fair skinned, Daniel and Logan were black haired while Taylor was redheaded. Both grew up fine thanks to Logan tutoring and me cheating, bwahaha.

Okay so one day, Logan got off work. Clad in his white coat, he was a Level 8 Medical if I remembered correctly. Outside the hospital was this one lady and he greeted her. And then he wished to start a romance with her.

It wasn't unexpected but it still caught me by surprise. He was already an Elder. How will the kids accept her? She already had a partner, but Logan wasn't going to live long and I pity that guy dies a virgin..

So I married them off and made her pregnant. I fed her tonnes of apple and didn't play her except to let her watch Kidz Zone on TV and sleep the whole day. My plan is to let her have a boy and after the kid becomes a toddler, Logan breaks up with her and gains custody.

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I am a scumbag. Pazlin has been referring to me as a type of boyfriend (refer Ume's latest post on my wall) but here I am, playing and using girls.

Your mah lady, aaahh, ahhh hah

Yesterday we went for lunch at Chili's Maadi to take advantage of the 50% off for ladies 12-2pm. Ordered a medium-done classic sirloin and it was good. I would have preferred it slightly more undercooked though.

The atmosphere was a win for me. Bandar Mall was located in the middle of a complex of apartments and it made looking out of the window very homey. I'd like to live in this sort of place.

Then we went off to ice-skate at Maadi Family Land, a complex of family-friendly activities which was LE10 taxi away from there. Family Land is near to where Dr. Heba lives. We went to the Ice Planet passing through an arcade which had racing games and basketball shooting games and I was like, man I need to come here again.

So about Ice Planet. We paid LE50 each and my aim was to be able to fly across the rink by the end of one hour. The first 15 minutes saw me trying to get the hang of skating and falling down twice amidst the loud music barring disco scene. The ice was stubbly like that of a tarred road and I still have the lacerations and bruises now.

Soon I got the hang of it and was skating in the middle of the rink, when suddenly the music changed to Phil's Happy. My hand automatically went clapping and I almost lost my balance. Hahaha.

The next songs were even more hyper-inducing and I was skating like a crippled monkey across the rink. They played Wrecking Ball (I flew forward everytime Miley crooned "came in like a wre~cking ball" and then stumbled) and Eminem's Lose Yourself (man I miss this song).

My time was up, so I went out and had a drink while watching my friends play. Florida's Low ft T-pain came out and the manager turned off the light and flashed out the disco light. Bwahaha you should have seen the look on my thiqoh friends' faces who were still on the rink.

I was enjoying myself too much. The song up next was BEP's Boom Boom Pow! My friends started to give me the glare from me knowing the names of all those songs, hahah.

I went home and downloaded CNBLUE Zepp Tour live in Tokyo 2013.

As innocent as a white bear

I brought Kevin with me to Umair's because I have grown sissy nowadays and wouldn't want to sleep without him. Played with Huda the niece, studied a bit and went to roll on Umair's warm bed.

Throwback last 7th November, we had a sleepover watching thriller in which everyone screamed exasperated at the characters' stupidity.

Kevin was in the air being jostled by me. I told Umair I always wanted to rename him but I kept calling him Kevin again.  "Like, Jonghyun."

Iema liked that name."Bears should be named Korean. Try KwangSoo."

"No way, KwangSoo is stupid. Kevin is not."

"Norman," Umair supplied one of her cheesy Malay names.

"Pfft."

"Zahri. Kevin Zahri."

"That's weird."

Umair then offered a classmate's name and I laughed. "How would I sound if I say I'm sleeping with (insert random classmate's name)?"

"Gila!" And Umair hit me. I rolled around laughing.

Umair then likened Kevin to Huda, a baby. I told her Kevin is two years younger than me (because arwah Grandpa Jamil gave me him when I was two) and that makes him 21. Definitely not a baby.

I get lonely when he does his 45-minute breath-holding practice.

"I'm sorry. Did you mind me bringing a 21-year-old guy over?"

"Gila!" She hit me again.

Stupidity session over, we then discussed worldviews. As usual, she was always the better informed between the two of us, but I like to think I am not so bad myself.

But then as I presented my opinion, she exclaimed that I was "innocent! So innocent!" and that really caught me. She called me innocent again for a second time and I was officially not enjoying myself anymore. I rather be called crazy than a prude.

I think my innocence was sacrificed the day I had to examine a patient's scrotum. But yeah, innocence is culturally defined.

Let's pretend any of these plans matter

the other day, somehow in between discussing graphic tee designs and analyzing why Laruku didn't come to Malaysia on their world tour, we managed to swap our life plan.

he told his and i thought it was very good that he knew exactly what (who) he wanted. so i told him my plan.

"i want to be a paediatrician. i want my own apartment where i can enjoy the city skyline at night. and a cat. i want to always be able to see my parents. oh and an espresso machine at my place. i want to retire and live in switzerland!" i said.

"that is more detailed than mine." came the reply. "all i want is to have someone beside me who can make me happy. and be content with what i have and able to give. apartment and an espresso machine.. you play way too much Sims."

no i don't. the only time i ever played Sims was because Melle and Maru appreciated my interior designing prowess thus they pestered me into creating, designing and building their in-game houses.

but the point here was that really was a rather abnormal foresight that i had.

Kevin

I have this white teddy bear with Christmas motif on his jumpsuit that my late Grandpa Jamil gave to me when I was two years old. The motif is faded now, but teddy is in a good condition considering he is nearing 20 years old now.

Meet Kevin.

Originally he was at home among other teddies. But when I came back home during 2011 evacuation, I noticed several scissor marks on him which wasn't there the last time I saw him. This one is too sentimentally valuable and I could not risk Maru's budding chopping-heads-off-toys stage. Aghast, I packed him in my luggage for Cairo.

And that was how he ended up with me.

I never named him. Simply address him as "teddy bear Hana yang atuk bagi" all this time but when I showed him to Umair, she took it upon herself to name him Tahir.

Tahir.

There is no way I'm letting that name stuck. I blurted out the first name I can think of and now he is named Kevin.

Kevin content despite bullied by me, such a doll.

Kevin waving at the camera as he makes friend with Roy the Roommate's many bears.

For a 21 years old, I think it is too girlish to have a childhood teddy bear laying around so I wanted to pierce his left ear to make him appear more gangsterish, manly and macho. I consulted a few people whether one-eared piercing is permissible in Islam and apparently it is not, as it resembled people denounced by Islam.

So his left ear is saved and I went back to Malaysia that summer to get both my ears pierced instead. 

Kevin and his Anakku floppy-eared pink bunny hat, bought at UBM booth for LE5.

Kevin after a fitful night of sleeping through the summer heat.

Kevin doesn't have a last name, nor any namesake. Despite naming him on the spur, I really couldn't recall any Kevin worthy to be immortalized in the form of my beloved bear.

But I kinda saw Kevin Durant ever since that OKC Thunder game against Dallas Mavs when he finished the game with an impressive Mitsui Approved 3-pointer™ :P 

Three Truths and A Lie

I was introduced to this game when Chrystal wrote the scene in Reason where Kakashi made up to Sakura after they were trapped in the elevator and she hit him after he scared her with a lame joke of the cable breaking and they fall but were saved by Jell-O cushion left by the Elevator Gnome.

(I bet you don't understand what that sentence was about. I was referring to one of my fanfiction endeavours, of course. You can skip the sentence and this whole post while you're at it.)

So when Haziq announced that we will be playing it during ice-breaking session of our Medical Team enactment, I was excited. It wasn't just a game of fact, it was what it is; an ice-breaking. Not only will you know what your friends are, you could also know why he is who he is from the way he formulate his answers, thus a glimpse of his character.

This game could be what Holmes would be proud of, provided not executed off-handedly. Astute logical reasoning, may I add.

And so I was adamant to not make mine boring because mundane facts like:
1- I live in Kelantan
2- I went to a private school
3- I have a dog
4- I like coffee
annoy even myself because it's too easy! C'mon, hit me with your best intellectual shot, make me think! Lol.

These were what I presented.
1- I actually wanted to become a lawyer
2- Walking stimulates me to think
3- Coffee relaxes me to the point I could fall asleep
4- Long-haired cat breed is the best pet

Nisa got it right because she sat next to me and cheated. She chose Four instead of her original One because I told her, "Keyword here is 'best'. I prefer short-haired breed because they're easier to maintain."

I believe I wrote somewhere my personal best cat breed is a Russian Blue. It's a short-haired breed.

The girls in my group picked Number One as The Lie and I was downright crestfallen. Muhammad was the only one to answer Number Three and I hesitated because his answer made me realize there were actually two lies in my answers. Overachiever.

I should have right-ed him… I have a pretty messed up brain, eh? Just be an agreeable good reader and nod.

I met Farahnur afterwards and gave her my sheet. She walked through them and didn't know what to pick.

"Why aren't you saying Three?"

"You're a coffee addict. Does it even have an effect on you?"

Yes, that's my answer. I actually drink coffee to fend off the impending headache that came with NOT drinking it and that makes me agitated.The statement was true: Coffee relaxes me.

But the other half was not the complete truth. What actually happens:
1- Agitated
2- I drink coffee
3- Relaxed
4- Suddenly sleepy
5- Complain I am sleepy
6- Stubbornly continue whatever I was doing
7- Awake for the next 6 hours

Why am I even posting this?

Three Seasons

Egypt has only two seasons: a mild winter from November to April and a hot summer from May to October.
-Tour Egypt

Summer


Winter
No, we don't have that much snow.
Thus Jr. Pepe's reaction.


Spring
= Exam season

not even a real post, i just don't want this to be misplaced.

also i feel obliged to write something for K's birthday today however unrelated it might be. it's the thought that counts, right?

Gen8+10 Futsal - Call for Game

Let it be known and marked on your calendar.


We're going to conclude this game with an all-out play till you drop on this upcoming Thursday. Details are as follow:

9 December 2010
2pm (Be prompt, you are a Muslim)
Main campus Cairo U

In any unfortunate event, do contact:
Ara
Atiqah Hanifah
Tasneem Aini

Know each other
Commit to fitness and fun
When you're fit, you can sprint in your amal.

Gen8+10 Futsal League Table (Week 1)

Gen8+10 Akhowat League
Futsal League Table
Week 1 (4th Nov 2010)

Congratulations to team 1A for leading this week, but rest assured the rest of the teams shall be striking out better for the upcoming matches.

Those who came today we'll be seeing you guys again at Cairo University Sports City after two weeks. Go play netball or basketball next week :)

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I suppose not everyone can read the league table and thus I present you this awesome guide.

Jack: played
Jack: win
Jack: draw
Jack: lose
Jack: goals for
Jack: goals against
Jack: goals difference
Jack: points

Atiqah: last four xfaham

Jack: goals for tu jumlah score
Jack: goals against tu jumlah bolos
Jack: goals difference beza gf dgn ga
Jack: + kalo gf lbey dari ga
Jack: - kalo ga lbey dari gf
Jack: points tu 3 utk menang, 1 utk draw, 0 kalo kalah

Atiqah: if pts two teams r the same, GD jadi penentu sape leading la ye

Jack: yupz
Jack: kalo gd same jugak, ikut gf
Jack: so kalo gelfren ckp nk p mkn kne p mkn la
Jack: sbb kne ikut gf
Jack: (straight face)

Atiqah: oh begitu, sangat obedient ye

Jack: (laughing)
Jack: bes2

p/s: Originally I wanted to whip up a news or some sort but Oli the F50 X-ITE is still dirty despite I sponged it thoroughly so there goes my semangat. And it was just after 5 games!

T~T am sad now. (Urgh gelenya weh)

"Showtime."

Did something fun today.

Superhero, no cape.

I love BannedStory XD

p/s: HaruMitsui is still being banned by MapleStory; I swear I did nothing wrong! MIA for months considered wrong-doing now, eh?

Signature

The other day I pranked Ruqayyah on the YM by chatting with her on another friend's ID. Apparently I sucked at imitating thus was quickly confronted with a "Ko sape ha, Nisa tak chatting camni."

"Ohye, Nisa suci. Teka la aku sape."

"Tiqah ke ni?"

Owh, Kiah is good.

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Those times in the past, I greeted people online with a salam like the rest of us. But then Ustaz Hariff Hassan came and replied me with a proper wslmwbt and this flippant girl was impressed :P

I wonder how he's doing now. Last I heard of him was him marrying a USM doctor.

And then MapleStory struck our heart hard. The online gaming community was courteous in their rush so thank you was often acronymized into ty and we reply with np, which stands for no problem.

I always get away with ty, except there's this one time when a classmate confused my ty with tanya. And there's the problem with Malays always confusing np with nape and every time I reply the common tq with an np, explanation of why that person required my favour ensued. I had to settle with noprob instead.

-____-

Thus np usage was exclusively restricted to during [long-left] gaming and chatting with Haido and the Nik Mazian sibs.

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"Bila awak nak gambar tu?"

"Bagi selalu pun boleh jugak."

The KL schoolmate was perplexed and the surrounding Kelantanese sniggered.

Ampunkan patik sebab merosakkan jatidiri anak Kelantan, maah banyok deh.

p/s: On a posting rampage. Ini namanya melepaskan gian.

The [Less] Known Fourth

Last two summer, we took Harith shopping at his favourite Jefferson boutique in KB Mall. He browsed through the rack of endless shirt with that pleased smile he tried to hide from his superbly observant sister while I amused myself with studying the Jefferson style that made Harith smiled.

The boutique took pride in their combination of black, white and grey plain cotton smart casual shirt with simple usage of stripe and plaid especially at the collar, cuffs and mid-axillary line. The shirt was always slim-lined, one that follow the slim contour of the average male.

The kiddo who still irks me on occasion.

Harith that day took home what costed me a good USD100. That was quite an expensive PMR prize, but all was well as long as kiddo was happy.

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He's my 16-year-old brother, this year taking up Accounting stream in SMI Aman. Mom said he was doing well, alhamdulillah for that since I seriously couldn't be of much help in that department.

In his adolescent he was quiet most of the time, choosing to subtlely let the family know what he wanted instead of the demanding route me, Yaya and Hakim took.

Growing up in Australia though, I remembered Harith as the small boy who sat on the doorstep, greeting every passing neighbour with a deep "Hel-loooo" and the crybaby who cried for his other siblings.

Because him being quiet and me ever the boisterous bossy monster, it went without saying that I had trouble getting him to see things my way. There was no common route for us, thus the reason why I took up watching football which was his passion. The infamous World Cup 2006 match marked the first time I watched a match from the opening ceremony till the moment the cup was hoisted for the heaven to see.

I still hate Italy up till now.

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There wasn't much that reminded me of the fourth of our seven siblings and maybe because of that I persisted to enjoy futsal as my favourite sport (that, and because I get to kick something for a valid reason)

PERUBATAN Medisal Cup 2010; I was a 2nd Grade student in a team of 1st Grade playing against a team of my classmates at school. My loyalty to our batch was thus rightfully questioned.

and why I shamelessly went up to Faeid Othman here just few hours ago and asked, "Baju tu Jefferson, kan?"

Wrist is Awesome

Reunion 5 Ibnu Majah at Pacific Bowl, except Nusaibah is somewhere in Pahang and there was no boys in sight. Except for the other inevitable patrons.

Yours truly here was fashionably late (by nearly 2 hours) and Zainab already paid me for a game of bowling. I didn't get to say no.

Did I mention I never bowled before?

Visual proof I ever bowl.

The other three played the polite damsels while me and Zainab braved the lanes. We exchanged tazkirah, caught up with the latest hips and pried into Faizah's marriage life.

Obviously Zainab had the upper hands in the game. She managed plenty of strikes to boast to her future generations while I managed a fractured radius to cry to my daddy.

Someone was glowing. I admit to my loss.

Or so I pitifully exaggerated. Dad said it was a mere tendon strained.

The gathering was nice. We meet again, I pray.

I learned the hard way that you MUST warm up before you play any games, and wrist is not to be exempted. Also to have a first aid at home. (Ironically, we have a doctor, a nurse, a dental student and a medical student in this household.)

In the mean time, I need to wrap my right wrist with any scraps I can scrounge up. And fighto for these last days of Ramadhan, pray Allah give us another in the years to come.

H2A: Remorse.

Balls and Interviews

We were supposed to do an interview today. 2.45pm at Zinhoum. I internally cringed and accepted my fate this winter break.

We waited for our interviewee to show up while messing around this dangerous-looking shabby building which was preferable to hanging around the relatively safe futsal courtyard.

People showed up and I held back my awkwardness. Introduced myself rather flippantly and let's get the job done. Oh, the match started. I spun around and watched them play.

Last time I really watched a game was the 2006 World Cup Final. The adrenaline. How could you ever deny such treat? The running, the kicking, the tackling, and those awful tumbling. Sort of took me away for a moment.

I was happy with my easily distracted nature, until I received a playful "Nak interview orang ke nak tengok bola ni?" from my boss.

:P

They played really well and it was a joy to watch. I'm sure it was even more joyful to play.

Congratulations to Fawwaz FC for the 2-1 win over Waa'dul Haq. It was a narrow miss from Ustaz Fawwaz's earlier prediction of 3-0 and Kak Aniah's 4-0, though. :)

Kanak-kanak tahun 1 dan 2, bilekah mahu mula berlatih futsal untuk Medisal Cup 16 Februari ni?

How Not To

Girls love to walk around alone. They’ll march like they own the roads and become totally oblivious to surroundings; only ceasing when they meet someone familiar, before crossing the road, or to coo at kitties.



Other than that, they’ll act independent. Macho, should we say.

Most females are congenitally equipped with survival skills of ignorance, run, scream and the likes, but they’re not really as effective for the long run.

To illicit this persisting problem, Ustaz Fauwaz once suggested we present ourselves as unattractive and highly ineligible for socialization as possible.

Examples:

#1 – Feign convulsions


#2 – Feign psychosis


And my personal favourite,

#3 – Fart

Should we practice any one of those above, I’m sure we’ll be able to subdue the leech from his pursuit and contribute to the growing rate of andartu.

Concluding, don’t walk alone. Or don’t walk out (late) at all. Just stay put and study. If you're desperate though, there’s always the smarter choice of avoiding common Malay routes.

And this post was actually written because I had an acute craving for MapleStory thus BannedStory was chosen as it is the least addicting (lethal) approach. Sorry for the mushiness.

25 July: Frisbee in Midst of Azan

We're having our INTEC INPRO right now and I've just finished my fair share of Frisbee with the girls. It was great fun!

We've never played Frisbee before, and lucky for us Abang Hafiz (Master Pocho-Pocho), an ADFP senior taught us our backhand during our first official practice day. After him, Kak Nadia, Kak Ili and Kak Bella (Nabila) from AL trained us for two evenings straight.

We've got great seniors, haven't we?

First it was MEP girls versus ADFP/ACTP girls. 3-2. Not bad for underdogs.

Second was MEP girls versus AL seniors who taught us. The match was fun and everyone was being a good sport.

1-6. It was masters against amateurs. I'm proud of our one score, though.

It's a good thing I'm into sports at INTEC. It's the only way to meet and greet seniors, other than say Assalamualaikum during bumps at the crowded sughoyyir-awi surau.

There is another reason why I heart those seniors of mine.

Kak Bella was among the game officers. Right before the Asar azan commence, she hailed through the hailer. "Stop the game now! Azan, azan! Everyone, stop!"

So we did. I smiled and sat quietly. Though the Chinese ADFP/ACTP students and their Malay teacher on my right did not.

Nor did some of the Russian male players in the middle of the field.

Form afar, I can see Kak Bella with her finger on her lips reprimanding the ignorant Malay boys. They shut up afterwards, though. I was looking forward to seeing their marks got deducted.

Automatically we said our prayers after the azan ended. Immediately afterwards, Kak Bella sounded the alarm for us to resume playing.

The Russian boys were still with their doa. "Relaks r, kak! Kami tengah baca doa ni!"

Dude, so slow. We rolled our eyes in unison.

The girls stayed back to watch MEP guys playing against ALG. I've to rush back to college; my futsal training starts at 5.15. Our match is tomorrow! Wah!

p/s: The end result for girls was AL first, followed by MEP and ADFP/ACTP.

MEP guys got third out of six. Not bad, not bad at all. Currently MEP is at number three, compared to last year's abysmal six. Do wish us the best in your prayers.

We got the M!
We got the E!
We got the P!
We got the M E P!
Takbir!
ALLAHUAKBAR!
-MEP girls' Frisbee chant-

Racism Sucks

I live in Malaysia, a country with a diversity of races ranging from Malay, aborigines, Indian, and Chinese.

I suppose we live in harmony despite the current hectic crime rates and such, but you get my point.

*Sigh* Just now I played my Fire/Poison Wizard, HaruMitsui [leveled 39 now]. I was at El Nath [the Ice City] and was about to leave for the next map when I saw another character.

There was no monster in town, but his health point was decreasing by 15 each passing seconds. I suppose he was poisoned. And since I had an Antidote with me, I merely dropped one next to him and exited towards the next map without even a mere smiley face.

The cleric [Healer wizard, sort of] followed me then. I supposed he wanted to thank me.

"Erm." He said.

I replied with a smiley face. From his armours, he is at least leveled 50.

"You have scroll?" He asked.

"What scroll?"

"Orbis Tower scroll." Orbis Tower has 20 floors, but you can get to 20th floor from the first by using a teleporting scroll.

I had four, so I dropped one next to him, smiled and be off on my way.

"You gave two items to me for free?"

"Yeah."

"Here, a small gift for you." He then dropped a blue bandanna.

Bandannas are quite rare and can be very expensive depending on their colours. And the one he gave me added strength!

I picked it up. "Wah, thank you!"

"Add me as your buddy." He said with a smile. "If you need any help, you can call for me."

So I smiled and added him. As we walked towards Orbis Tower [me going down towards Aqua Road, him going up towards Orbis.], he gave me his email and asked me to add him on Friendster.

We then parted towards our respective training ground.

I happily obliged. I am good at making new friends, I suppose. So I went to Friendster and added him. He's a Chinese from Singapore.

I went back to Maple and told him of it. He thanked me and smiled.

Suddenly, he buddy chatted [means that all his buddy can read what he said].

"Jun!" He cried for another friend of his. "I am so sad! The girl that added me was a Malay! ARGH! And from Malaysia, too! T.T"

How about that? I merely grinned as I read what he wrote and sort of sweatdropped. Is that a problem? I thought God created human of different genders, races and countries for us to get to know each other.

I checked my buddy list right after that. He was offline.

Then I typed /find [character name] to track him. Sure as I had suspected, he was still online.

I should have seen this coming. When one of your buddy is offline, it is whether he really is offline or he deleted you out of his list.

Then I swiftly opened my Friendster profile and it was crystal that he had deleted me out of his Friendster friends, too.

I was... upset? Not really sure, but I do find this unpleasant.

First, it was he who wanted me to buddy him in Maple and it was he who deleted me.

Second, it was he who wanted me to buddy him in Friendster and it was he who deleted me.

It's his problem, not mine. I never thought someone living in this modern world could be so obscene-minded. I suppose I was naive.

In the end, the blue bandanna was never a gift. It was a business transaction.

Heaven of Boredom

"Kaoru, I'm bored." Haru tugged the hem of her twin's school uniform.

"Oh, yeah?" Kaoru did not even look up from her reading.

"Yeah."

"Go read the Quran, then."

"Okay."

Half an hour later...

"Kaoru, I've read two juzu'." A firm tug on Kaoru's pale yellow uniform.

"..."

"Kaoru, I'm still bored."

"Go bother someone else, I'm trying to read here."

"Hmph." Haru walked out of the area with a prominent scowl on her scrunched up face.

Half an hour later, Haru returned with her lips twisted upwards and her brow creased.

"No juniors around." She sat on the couch. "Kaoru, I'm so bored!"

The current page was flipped.

Haru scowled and her dark eyes carried a dangerous raging fire. She shifted on the couch and tapped her fingers audibly on the armrest.

Tap, tap, tap, ...

"Stop staring at me." Kaoru said tonelessly, merely flipping another page.

"Argh!" Haru nearly tore her hair in frustration. "We shouldn't even come to school today!!"

"But we did, so stop whining and go grab a book."

"The only book available here is the PQS book!" An angry tone matched her angry face. "Hell, I wanna go home!"

"Read the Quran." Another flip of a page.

Haru scowled. She grabbed the Quran and read from where she had left off.

Half an hour later, silent filled the air. Kaoru looked up and saw her twin's eyes closed, head rested peacefully on the coach. The Quran was left wide open.

She closed her dark eyes and fall asleep as well.

Haru opened her eyes and scowled at her sleeping twin. Now who am I going to bother? She thought with a deep frown.

She sat on the floor and faced the wall. After a minute of staring, she shifted a bit and let out an angry sigh.

Ten minute passed and Haru's boredom ten folded. She stood up angrily and walked towards the school office with the intention of finding the school teacher and to nick out some newspaper.
Kaoru woke up after an hour to find Haru burying her head inside today's newspaper. "What's the time now?" She asked, stifling a yawn.

"10.30." Came the answer. "I've endured two hours of boredom."

"Good for you." Kaoru stood up and stretched. "We've got another three hour and a half before school's out."

"ARGH!" Haru slammed the paper down and smacked her head. "I hate this! Teacher won't let me go home and told me to read PQS! Doesn't she know how boring the book is?! I hate this!"

"You asked her?" Kaoru sounded amused.

"Course I do!" Haru death-glared her twin who merely stare emptily back.

"If I know today won't be any lesson, I wouldn't even come." Haru said softly and curled herself into a ball on the couch.

"Didn't Dayang-sensei told us that Rohaida-sensei wanted to tell us something about the PQS exam tomorrow?"

"Dayang-sensei lied." Came the soft yet angry reply. "I've asked Rohaida-sensei, and she said she doesn't have anything to tell us."

Kaoru merely walked over towards where her twin was and sat on the floor with her back leaning on the wall. We were lured to come to school, she frowned. "How cunning."

"How mean." Haru said. And then she went silent.

Kaoru stood up and left her twin to sleep. "Better than have her dying out of boredom." She muttered softly, picked the newspaper up and went to the school office to return it back.

p/s: Yeah, today was a hell day at school. Actually, there was Mrs. Chan's Add Math class at 2 pm, but I left because my precious time was wasted at school.

What were the teachers thinking? Great for them to waste my time as if mine's like shit?! Hell, this is the time when I truly hate being at school!

I so wanna skip school tomorrow! To hell with the PQS exam!

Tomorrow's the last day of school before the Aidil Fitri holiday. [A whole week of school-free! Woo hoo!] On second thought, maybe I should just endure it for the time being.

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"How's life, dear?"

"Don't ask."

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p/s 2: This is the current state of my Maple characters.

"You Don't Have to Pretend, Simply Do What You Can."

Today has been a very quiet day. I rarely spoke, something which is very very rare. I have been doing this for the past two weeks though I am not sure of the reason.

And today has been a very unmerciful day. Though nothing annoying happened, I felt so not at rest. It's like, I'm having an inner storm inside. And to make things even more complex, I'm not sure what's wrong with me.

Usually I know what's wrong. Now that I didn't know, I just don't know what to do.

I've read the Quran. Two whole juzu', but I still can't find my inner peace. That's a sure sign I didn't understand one bit of what I've read. This is useless.

Perhaps it's because I'll be sitting for my Physics SPM Trial tomorrow?

Nope. I never fret over exam. I think. I don't think my inner turmoil is because of tomorrow's exam.

Perhaps it's because Ramadhan will be over in about a week?

I suppose. I haven't been pleased with the amount of ibadat I have been doing. Sure, I qiamullail everyday, but I don't know. I haven't had enough of Ramadhan. Not even sure I'll be alive for the next one.

Perhaps it's because Aidil Fitri is just around the corner?

Perhaps. I've bought my Raya clothing, yeah. I even got a new pair of sandals to replace my broken ones (I'll post the beauty next! Haven't got any camera around.) And also a new socks to pair them with. Now the family's planning on going back to the village. I'm not sure whether I'll be going back or not.

I want to; I haven't been back for almost a year. But mom kept saying, if I go, they'll have to bring two cars for the ride and she will have to drive. And then dad said about her being exhausted and the like.

I'm pretty much bored (perhaps a little annoyed). By their sayings, it's as if two cars will be a burden. I had enough, so I just said, "I won't be going. I'll stay at home."

"Is it because of tuition?" Mom said.

I've got tuition on the 19th and 20th October, and by that time, the family is still at the village. I don't want to miss tuition because I can't really study at home. So I gave her a glance and a curt nod.

"Tuition is not that important." Dad added and I rudely interrupted.

"Teacher said he'll be focusing on the subjects crucial for SPM. Maybe it's not important to you." I said tonelessly. "Besides, if I go, you'll have to drive." I glanced at mom. "And you'll be tired. Best if I stay at home."

"Alone?" Dad said.

"Yes."

"No you can't. Someone has to stay with you." And he added something else, in which I sort of ignore. I'm getting ruder by the day.

My decision is final. So I won't be going. And someone's staying with me. I don't know who, I don't care. I can stay alone for all I care.

Man, I am getting ruder by the day.

Perhaps it's because SPM is just four weeks from now?

I never fret over exam. I think. Don't get me fretting; the world'll be in chaos if I do. Lol, like the world isn't now.

Perhaps it's because of the problems at school?

Now you're reminding me. Since the start of Trial, I haven't been able to talk to any of the other students concerning the state of school now. I pretty much kept to myself the whole time.

I did ask a student of any arising problem the other day. She started to talk, but then asked me something else, "Don't you have exam now?"

"Sure." I nodded. "But that's not stopping me from my duty as Head Girl."

I'm Vice Head actually. Since the Head's a boy, that makes me Head Girl.

She nodded then. After a minute of talking, we were interrupted for I was needed elsewhere. Fate must be laughing at the amount of stress I'm having right now.

Having written all this, I suppose my inner turmoil is because of my being stressed. Duh, typical me.

p/s: HaruMitsui is leveled 38 now.

And meet KaoruMitsui, leveled 12 warrior, created a few days back. I'm a juggler of study, life and game. Haha.

I made a new friend today. descent2001, leveled 33 Spearman. He's actually a 24-year-old Chinese from Selangor named Terrence.

When I told him I'm a Malay, he went, "Wow. You're the first Malay friend I have in Maple." And truth be told, all my Maple friends are Chinese, except for three other Malay.

Current Affair

I feel obliged to write an entry at least once every two weeks. Well, usually I write whenever I'm feeling mentally of psychologically down. This blog is my emotion garage, after all.

Due to my back in action in the Maple World, I'm having little or less tension holding up in my medulla oblongata. But still, I enjoy writing. So here I am.

I'm working on two fictions now, both about the pairing Kakashi and Sakura. I can't really convey how much I love those two characters of Naruto. I'm hopeless.

Still, I feel like telling you guys this. HaruMitsui is currently leveled 22, and I'm sure she'll be 23 the next time I play Maple. I can't wait to try on the new Doros Robe. It's cute, actually.

Till then, have a nice day, everyone!~