Khazaini’s Math Skills Guide

Alas, the dreadful Year 10 end-of-year assessments have passed. Alhamdulillah, I am proud of my results but that is not what I want to share.

Before our math assessment, I wanted to put my math skills to good use; not just for me but for my friends as well. So I compiled a brief list of math notes that I believe most people tend to forget. Now, I want to share it online too.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t cover everything but I plan to make a complete one before my actual IGCSE exam next year. These notes are based on the Math IGCSE Course from the CIE while the math formula sheet on the last page is from Edexcel.

I hope it becomes useful to you! Have fun~

Khazaini’s IGCSE Math Skills Guide

“Local Hero” by yours truly.

Long ago, in an English lesson class not far from my own abode, I felt dread at the excruciating task given to me by my teacher. I was forced to create a piece of writing about a certain topic. It wasn’t that bad though, it was a chance to be creative. Also, it is practice of what is to come in our haunting final exam. The topic was “Rebellion” and I think I wrote a pretty decent poem despite the fact that I had no motivation. Although I’m not very fond of the language and such, I really like the concept I wrote. It’s light, ironic, and humorous (I hope). Besides, perhaps I can look back at this in the future and cringe at my own writing.

When the world’s justice turned askew,

By the monarch, without much ado –

An unforeseen hero is born,

To protect the true laws; an oath sworn.

To shield the innocent and true.

But I too am a weakling, what can I fix?

Imprisonment is just one of the conflicts.

No matter, I will fight and rebel.

I will be a vigilante they cannot quell.

Their unjust rulings are no longer affixed.

In my battlefront – my beastly school,

No one has ever escaped. If you’ve tried, you’re a fool.

I stand near the gates of the detention room.

Who knows what lies beyond? Perhaps, a tomb.

Aha, I hear the warden’s snores and drool.

Infiltrating the prison, I creep.

I was right; the guarding teacher is asleep.

The hostages’ grins filled me with joy.

Voila, my comrades can escape, thanks to my ploy.

This is true justice, the one that I’ll upkeep.

No human is a villain in their own story.

We are all heroes, with our own glory.

Berpacu dengan waktu

6 Jam 23 menit dan 40 detik.

6 Jam 23 menit dan 39 detik.

Waktu terus berhitung mundur menuju tenggat waktu yang membuat hatiku menjadi waswas. Satu kata pun belum terlihat di halaman bukuku. Lembaran itu masih hampa. Pensil di depanku belum juga tersentuh. Tak satu pun ide muncul di kepalaku; kosong.

Ugh! Sungguh, apa yang aku pikirkan saat menunda-nunda? Jikalau aku tidak mengalah kepada bisikan untuk bermain, pasti sekarang aku dapat berleha-leha. Seandainya aku menolak ajakan beracun ke mall – tentu sekarang aku bisa tidur dengan tenang. Aku mendesah lagi. Sekarang, daripada memulai pekerjaan ini, aku malah menghabiskan waktu menyesal! Andai saat ini bukan tengah malam, aku akan berteriak meluapkan frustrasiku.

Detik demi detik berlalu. Kepanikanku meroket.

Aduh, aku harus mulai secepatnya. Beberapa jam lagi tugas ini harus dikumpulkan. Ayolah ide… datanglah kepadaku. Waktu terus berlari dan aku mulai putus asa. Haruskah aku melambaikan bendera putih dan mulai mencari alasan yang masuk akal?

Hmm, boleh juga…

Apa? Tidak tidak. Itu tidak boleh kulakukan. Sebenarnya, kalau saja tugasnya adalah merancang sebuah poster, aku tidak akan memerlukan banyak waktu. Andaipun tugasnya membuat tulisan non fiksi, aku masih punya harapan. Sayangnya, menulis cerita fiksi merupakan kelemahanku. Sebuah pekerjaan yang selalu memaksaku memutar otak, memeras keringat dan membanting tulang. Dengan sebuah pensil sebagai pedang dan sebuah penghapus sebagai perisaiku, aku harus memulai berjuang.

Akhirnya! Sebuah ide terbetik di benakku – bertepatan dengan dering alarm pagi.

A story that could’ve happened.

Once, in the bustling highway of a city, I saw your typical stray tabby cat but in an untypical laying position. We zipped right pass it though, so surely I couldn’t be sure. But I can swear that I saw an unhealthily skinny orange fur ball lying on the side of the road.

What if it was absolutely starving? Was it unconscious? Was it actually a cat? Was I hallucinating due to my fervor desire to have a feline friend? For the last one, I doubt it – but it’s quite probable.

Being a very relatable person, I also imagine scenarios of events that might never happen. In this case, I daydreamt of the possible chain of events if I was as impulsive (at that moment) as I usually am.

So, here goes.

If only I stopped for the poor famished feline at the side of the road, I could’ve been the animal hero I so aspire to be. I’d check it’s health, breathing and heart rate. Give it food and water and warmth. Maybe I could’ve been able to take it home and continue to nurture the cat in my room. When it finally recovers, the fuzzball might stay loyal to me and I can finally have the pet I’ve always wanted.

Sigh, oh well. At least, if somehow the same scenario happens – and I really doubt it – I’d know what to do. I don’t know, let’s see. For now, I shall remain feline-less.

Khaz’s Confession #1

Umm, hi!

Everyone probably has a bad habit or two. Usually, they’re something you picked up from you were just a wee child. So I must confess; ever since I could remember, I have been biting my nails to the brink of extinction.

Seriously, they are unhealthily short. Thus, my nails are prone to injury and bleeding.

Ever since I could remember, I have brushed off every comment and sermon from my parents about them. Before, I’ve never actually considered them as bad habits. Inside my head, I thought it was something normal for me. They sure look hideous, but I did not give two craps.

So just recently, I’ve changed my mindset and suddenly, my attitude changed. It dawned upon me that the first step to stopping a bad habit – any bad habit – is to realize that it is, in fact, a bad habit.

Pretty abruptly, I started to try my best to stop. But the thing is, I bite my nails so frequently that it has become an under-my-consciousness thing. Whilst thinking, lost in my own little world, it just unconsciously happens.

Last week was a dreadful exam week. Even more so as it is the first test week of my GCSE course. So naturally, the extreme levels of stress halved the size of my nails. Something I didn’t think was even possible. Legit, oh my god. I think that was what triggered the change of my mindset. I know for a fact that my mindset and self-control alone would be insufficient to stop this habit. Honestly, it ain’t a walk in the park. It was no longer a habit, I think it became a part of me.

I have no choice but to sacrifice my pride and tape up all my fingers. It’s a pretty weird plan, I’ve noticed. Others noticed too. A classmate of mine asked if I inserted my hands in a food processor. Another friend of mine asked if I missed the target when cutting up vegetables. ( I have very … creative friends.)

But hey, one week in and it’s already successful and effective. They say it takes at least 21 days to stop a habit completely. I have yet to find out.

So, from this mess of a monologue, what moral can you extract? I’m not so sure myself. But maybe it’s this: sometimes you gotta throw away your pride and admit your mistakes. It’s something you have to do if you want to improve yourself, you know.

I’m trying my best and also hoping for the best. Let’s just see how this plays out.