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A few more hours to the Inter-School Kendo Workshop day one! I have to go there with Kaza, and I have to go home with her too. I feel guilty. :/ Daijoubu, ii desu! Haha, ever since I came to the weekly training, I've been learning new japanese words and using them in conversations too. One most frequent word I use, "Atsui naaa..." while wiping sweat of me forehead.

Two days ago, I was forced to have a picnic with Qil, Man and a bunch of their friends at Muara Beach. It sucks. We brought the chicken, the "wire gauze" or whatever you call the thingie for barbequeing BUT it turns out that the others did not bring the charcoal, the tongs, spoons, and two most important things, Barbeque sauce and honey. What the heck were we suppose to do? Besides, I wasn't that comfortable with Qil's friends. They were all smokers. They were the type of so-called cool, macho, PACAH people. The only non-smokers there was Qil and me. The fire wouldn't start. It was an effin hot day. The three of us decided to take a walk, away from the smoke-filled...pondok, and take some fresh air in. Seriously, why do I have to be around them? The only fun time we had was when we were at the playground, just the three of us, with Qil's boyfriend, where I get to make sarcastic jokes, Man gets to show her panat side, and Qil being lovey-dovey with her guy, all without getting a strange look from the others. Seriously, I don;t see any problem using English in my daily conversation but they're just like..."whoa...cakap inglish yaaaa..." So I decided to just keep quiet and laugh when necessary.

Anyway, one funny thing happened at the playground. You knkow, those tower-like things, where you climb til the top, the sphere-shaped one? I asked Man to climb it, see if it's difficult or not. She climbed it easily and said, "So what seems to be the problem?" Then she looked down, and said, "Fi, get Qils here. NOW." I noticed that she was suddenly scared. I responded sarcastically, "So what seems to be the problem?" After a few minutes of calming her down while she was stuck up there like a five-year-old, she was willing to come down as i showed her where to land her foot on.

So anyway, approximately 5 more hours. Can't wait.

muzukashii yo~

Yesterday, last day of school. We had a little party during breaktime, but I didn't get to eat anything because we were called to go down to the library. :( Anyway, I was hyper and talkative. So anyway, for two weeks, I will be away from school, stuffing more fats into me. XD And I won't be missing the school.

I went for training today, my first time ever for a training outside school. And I was late. Gahhh. It was at the Rimba hall, and it was effin hot. I was in a hurry so I just put my gi and hakama over my shirt and pants. Made me felt much hotter. Anyway, we did the normal stuff, until *dumdumdum* the senpais decided to teach us 'ippon me kata'. As a first-timer, it was hard. Very, very. My partner was Kaza, and she was confused, too. We were obviously panicky especially when we had to do it one by one. Everyone was smiling, and I noticed *some* were holding back their laughter. GAHHHH whaddya expect?! We were still beginners, in a sense. I can't just remember all their moves with only a few tries.T________T My very first kata. In a way, yeah, happy to finally learn something. On the other hand, it was still too hard for me to celebrate this moment.

So yeah, that, and guess what? Apparently, we owe Ali 200 hayai suburi. I thanked him sincerely, though I'm not sure whether he noticed. Great. Oh well, there's always time to escape. At least, in the mean time, I made some new friends. I might also be coming this wednesday. Need to pay the fees. And also trying to improve more on the cuts, and the kata. Shucks.

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So, june's here. :D

So, tommorow's the last day of school. :DD

So, it's one more week to the 3-day June Inter-School Kendo Workshop. :DDD

...And I still have some homeworks not completed. Bad, bad me.

Kendo was fun yesterday. We didn't have that "OMGHE'SGONNAEATUS" feeling floating around in our stomach, Riku got her new white gi and hakama, we wasted half an hour moving the tables and chairs aside and wearing and helping Riku putting on her hakama, and in no particular order, yes, it was all good. Except when we had to do the 100 hayai suburi, bahhhhh. Yes, thank you, senpai, we all love you. Y'know, somehow, sometimes I feel like hayai suburi is equivalent to push-ups in some other sport, like about it being a punishment of some sort. Other than that, we learned tango. Well, in kendo terms, we call it 'sliding footwork'. XD I was glad it was Combat who led us throughout the training, not Mr.Beetroot-redface or Mr. Igetpissedoffeasilynowadays. Yeah, lame names I gave them but you should be able to guess who I'm talking about.

Oh yeah. Yesterday, I met my cousins, one was in form 1 and the other in form 2 of a school which I shall not disclose its name. They told that their friends joined kendo because of the'handsome' instructors. I mean, c'mon, they should at least say 'cute', or 'hot' or 'cool', not HANDSOME. Very, very old school. XD

Stuff like that

My mum threw the TV remote at me. But that was just because I threw the same remote at my sister. Well, at least the remote didn't literally split into half when I threw it. I didn't suffer any injuries, just some minor pain at the tips of my fingers trying to avoid the remote and a slight tap on my chest. She was complaining about how it might blind my sister when she didn't even think of the possibilities of me fracturing my ribs from the impact. Violence rule my house. But I only become violent to prevent my little brothers and sisters from becoming future spoilt brats. HAHHHHHHHH

So last night, while I was stuck in my room, sucking my bright red fingers, I began to think about this parent-child relationship, comparing my life's to my friends' and blablabla and then, I remembered this story I heard at a ceramah. It was a true story which happened somewhere in SEA. The story was so heart-wrenching even I felt a tingle in my heart. The story went like this:

The little boy was alone at home with his other siblings and his maid. His parents were out. He was bored so he decided to play outside, drawing in the sand. When he thought drawing in the sand was boring, he found some rusty nails and used it to draw on his dad's car. Then, his parents cam home, and he happily showed his masterpiece.

His father was definitedly enraged by the things he did to the car, so he took out the traditional rotan and hit both the boy's palms with it. The boy obviously cried, begging the father to stop, and when he finally did, the boy was left alone to cry. The dad didn't care, the mother didn't care, the other brothers and sisters were too young to understand, so it was all left to the maid to carry him to her room and let him sleep there.

After three days of not going out of the room, the parents discovered that he was sick and brought him to the hospital, where they received a devastating news, the doctors will have to amputate the boy's hands, because the infection from the rusty nails and rotan was spreading! When they informed the boy about this, the boy begged, "please don't cut off my hands, daddy, mummy, I promise I won't do it again..." But what were the parents to do? They had no other choice, and the hands were gone.

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Now don't tell me you don't even feel anything! So, maybe my descriptions weren't taht good, but when the man told me about this, I swear I hear sniffles everywhere.

Anyway, on to more lighter stuff, I am now Rawr's manager. LOL I decided totake it up since I was bored at that time, and besides, now I can do more that just support them like I did last year. And Iwas suppose to disuss with my mum about this netball stuff, since, well, she's into this netball stuff, but because of what happened yesterday, !@#$%^&*()*(&^$$#^. So yeah, I'm Rawr's manager. I have no idea what to do but what the heck. I'll just once again enjoy my time with them.