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I simply have to say this: 'Nak Sayang' was great! All the actors and actresses were cool, they played their parts well, and the AV crew was precise. Ok, so you guys have to be happy about this, because I'm usually one that is hard to impress. I'm critical, but on Friday night, it was the bestest night AJ Malay community could ever ask for. Thanks a lot, people. We received good comments from the public, including the makciks and the minahs and the mat unsuccessful and the little babies and the atoks and the neneks and what-have-yous. It was only later at the end of the drama that I realised that this is the last karya which Hafiz Kusairi is going to create for AJ Drama. How sad, because if we were to review past drama performances, the script was always good, yet the audience had to make some sort of connections here and there to get the gist of the story. That's the mark of a good script. I hope Abu Sufian stays for long. Can't imagine drama without him. The ushers were great, the ticketing people were great too, and so were the stage managers and the props department. Basically, everyone did their job well. Well done, people. Well done. By the way, anyone wants to go to JJC's White Box Festival on the 29th of July 2006? From what I heard, their drama is good, but I've yet to view it for myself. Malay oral sucks like hell. I can't believe everyone said the same things. The question was, 'Amalan bergotong-royong semakin pupus. Apa pandangan anda?' Darn. We all said on rewang waktu jemputan. But the thing was, I was the last AJCian to be tested, 'cos there's this NYJC guy who comes after me. So, by the time it's my turn, I bet the oral examiners were bored. Damn it. Can't get any worst than that.
Okay, so 1 week have passed, and I am so glad to be able to be (temporarily) free of all the humongous workload which I had to complete before I go off for my weekend fun. So, I have yet to do something about GP, but other than that, everything else is on cruise control. No worries, well, at least, until the results came along. Shan't talk much about results, since they are so sucky that I would only subject myself to furthur humiliation if I post them here. Gosh, I don't know how to face the music, frankly speaking. What matters now is how I am going to break the results slowly to my parents. It's called the art of being thick-skinned. So, anyways, remember what day it is today? It's Friday, the 14th! Drama day! Or, as I like to call it, D-Day. Not D-Day at Normandy Beach, but D-Day for AJ! Hoohooo, I'm crapping again. I seriously think, alter ego aside, that the cast and crew (me included, yo!) are cool, this time round. They did a wonderful job during rehearsals and all, they practised really hard that today, it's just their day, a day that is to be celebrated by all ML AJCians! Whee! Rejoice everyone, 'cos we have worked really hard. And I mean really hard, because we've been staying back in school till about 9pm for a week now (and that explains why we accumulated so much homework), including the crew, be it off-stage or on-stage, and the director, Abu Sufian, script-writer, Hafiz, and Rizal (is that how we spell his name?) and Hafihz. We've been slugging it out, especially the cast. I really pity them sometimes, but oh well, AJ's drama is always above expectations. The script was good and compact to begin with, and Sufian just added the flava to it. So, to you guys out there who are acting later, here's from me: THE STAGE IS YOURS! TONIGHT IS YOUR NIGHT! GO AND IMPRESS 'EM. YOU'VE WORKED HARD FOR THIS DAY TO COME, AND JUST GO OUT THERE AND HAVE FUN! Haha...It's rare that you hear Shakirah saying these things, ok... Ok, next topic for the day. Me, Humz and my sister went to the Singapore Idol Roadshow at Junction 8 on Sunday, the 9th of July. We saw all twelve candidates upclose and personal! Actually, Humz and my sis went earlier, like at 10.45am, when the whole roadshow starts at 1pm, just for the sake of getting to the front row. I couldn't be bothered. Of course, that is so me. So, I went after madrasah ended at 12pm, and headed straight for J8. Humz and my sis got the front row, and they managed to get one ticket for me. Hoho! So, the trick is, I can snake my way in to get to the front, but I have to endure the looks on the people's faces when they see that I am cutting queue. As Aslinda said, learn the art of ignoring. And I did. I ignored them all simply by looking towards the floor. What the heck! I got tickets for front row, ok... When the idols went on stage, I saw Hady Mirza. Wow! Hot, dashing, makes my heart beat extremely fast! Humz wanted to shout out his name, and made me shout out as well. But of course, I didn't. So, she ended up shouting alone. According to myself, he heard her, but he looked at me and smiled. Oh cool! He knew I existed, at the very least...Then, when we were queuing up to go on stage to get their autographs, Humz was being so excited about it, while I tried to maintain my cool. Then, Hady looked at me! Oh wow again! Wow-Wee!!! He smiled again, this time, with an even more meaningful look, or so I supposed. I'll always say things to my favour, right? Fuyyoohh! It must be the most bestest day of the year! Yeah! Now, he knows I exist, this time, for real. Then, there's more. I shook hands with him, and so do I for the rest of the idols. I especially liked Jonathan's handshake. It's firm. Cool..I can't believe I'd be doing this in a million years. Isyah told me this really stupid incident involving her, Farhana and Khairul (note that she forgot his name and thought that his name was Kassim). During one of the drama rehearsals, Sufian and Hafiz (remember, the director and script-writer respectively) were praying Asar, I think, behind the white screen. When they sujud, Isyah thought like what were they finding on the floor. But apparently, they were praying. So, she asked Farhana and Khairul what they were looking for on the floor. The response? Praying la. Ok, mental note to Isyah. Next time you have any dumb questions, ask me. Got to go. Lit class now on.
It's Saturday, and I still have not gotten my results of the common tests yet. I'm trying to forget about it totally when all the teachers decided that they will flash the answers and tell us where we'd gone wrong. Darn, drats! I thought that nothing could be more depressing than that. How come they all mark so slow? Is there some sort of conspiracy, that they thought they could make our hearts race, like it's gonna drop to our stomachs soon, and just sit there, watching us all die of heart attacks at such a tender young age? Hmph...I'm beginning to think that maybe the results ARE that bad, since the econs lecturer was screaming her heart out during the lecture at the audi. Damn. I think I'm gonna die soon. Somebody help me.... I am so excited, cos tomorrow, I shall be starting madrasah after a long month break. I am so excited to see my friends again, especially you-know-who. Ok, stop that. Don't assume. I hope this darn thing works. And oh, by the way, I haven't gotten the full set of photos for the carnival from my friends. To minimise time wastage, I shall only post the photos only when I have the complete set. Doesn't exhaust my lappie in that way. You-Know-Who is going to have a relationship with that ASS. Shit. I should prevent it. To spare YKW the misfortune of being in love. Dumb dweeb. Ok, maybe I should not intervene. We'll see.
I've been nagged and screamed at for updates! UPDATES!!! Haha, I just haven't had time to update anything yet, so here goes... Well, you know, last Sunday, I was involved in the Darul Ma'wa Carnival organised by some Irsyad Institution and Jamiyah Children's Home. I have to say that it's been a fun day for me, and also because I got a chance to interact with the other malay fellows. Ok, won't delve much into details now. I can't really make this personal, because firstly, I'm using the school's computer to type this entry, and secondly, there's no privacy. Absolutely none at all. So be grateful. I'll just make it short and sweet, with me highlighting some minute details every now and then, and perhaps, end off with the very little photos. Perhaps. Don't take my word for it. I took time, ok..So appreciate it. Highlight 1: When we (me, Izzah, Deebz and Nad) arrived at that place at around 7.45am, there were not many people setting up their stalls. Ours was near the DJ station. It was such a dumb site (no offense to the D'Ma'wa peeps). Then, there's this young man, who looked like he was probably 5 years older than us, and he said, "Itu budak-budak perempuan AJC, nak kenal-kenalan tak?" Ok, translation, "Those AJC girls, wanna intro yourselves?" My reaction? Eww...I don't mind if they are Tom Cruise lookalikes, but heck, they don't even look one bit decent. Highlight 2: Towards the end of the day, Firdaus thought that it was pretty cute if he were to bring home this nice small pink and blue bag with teddy bear images all over the place. He puts in some power ranger toys and to top onto that, I hung a blue Hello Kitty keychain. Hot. Highlight 3: The guys (Danial, Farid, Firdaus and Haikal) left me alone to tend the stall to go and pray. Thanks guys. I had such a fun time managing the stall by myself. Ok, that's sarcasm on my part. It was tough, really...One of you could at least have stayed with me... Highlight 4: Quite a number of kids kept coming back for more. You pay 1 buck to play and you get 5 bucks worth or prizes, at least. Well, we aren't making a loss, 'cos the prizes are all from the organisers. Haha..That was cute. Highlight 5: There's this really handsome little guy with brown hair. I think he's mixed breed. I could tell that he is going to grow up and be a handsome boy. Anyways, he smiled sheepishly at me and Nad when we kept smiling spastically at him. Can't be helped. I made a mental note to vote for him continuously if he ever takes part in the Manhunt contest. Highlight 6: I met the Young Lions! Ok, to be more specific, Baihakki Khaizan. Hot, and check out those abs! Highlight 7: Went home at around 9 pm. We were the only people on the train that were making so much noise. Luckily, we were not being shouted or yelled at for that, and luckily, we weren't chased out of the train for sitting on the floor. Like some kenduri. Haha... Highlight 8: The kiwi cum peach yoghurt ice-cream sucks like nobody's business. 'Nuff said. You know what I mean. The taste was neither here nor there. Yep, so that's it, then. Time's running out now. Okie dokies. Shall update more when the idea starts flowing. toodles!
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