Monthly Archives: April 2009

[010509] Happy Labours’ Day!

Just a short note here. 1. Today’s Labour Day. 2. Yesterday’s Syud’s birthday 3. Tomorrow’s Saturday. lol 4. MhdR smiled seeing me running here and there searching for someone. Tsukashi~~!!! [or was it me who ‘perasan’ ??] 5. Harz didn’t … Continue reading

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[300409] The War Begins

Have I told you we — Islah Generations are competing with our biggest enemy — Ikram on winning the Great Trophy?? We hold it for 2 months already. With all our hardwork painting the walls and decorating the class, I … Continue reading

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[260409] Djah Will Come To My House

..today. Hehe.. I’m lazy to type it again. *slapped myself* I’ll have my Physics tuition two times today. First at 3.30pm and second as usual 8pm. Djah‘s house is far from sensei’s house so she’ll stay with me while waiting … Continue reading

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Bloody Monday

After a biological terrorist attack kills off the population of a Russian town; Japan’s Public Safety Special Third unit, code name THIRD-i, believes that the terrorist organization responsible plans to unleash the same virus known as Bloody X into Tokyo. … Continue reading

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[240409] Busy Again??

 What a lovely night~ So desu ne. Have lots of things to be done this weekend. Ashita there’ll be a course for PMR and SPM candidates. About improving the way of writing BM essays. *sigh* Though I feel lazy to … Continue reading

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Scrap Teacher

Kusaka Shuzaburo (Yuto Nakajima), class 2-B, is a junior high student at a to-be closed down school who tries to learn despite the incapable teachers and rowdy students. Sugi Toranosuke sensei, class 2-B, (Kamiji Yusuke) is a new teacher at … Continue reading

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[190409] Will Never Ever Come Back

Muadz had passed away before Maghrib today. Allah loves him more. He’s gone. He left us. He really left us.. and never come back. If I can go back to the past, I won’t let him play at the field. It … Continue reading

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