Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Let bygones be byebyed

Was scrolling through some articles and bumped into an article about the IIU's debate team.
They made it through the finals in the intervarsity tournament in UK and one of them is nominated as one of the top 10 speakers and even better they beat some outstanding teams from Cambridge and Hull. Way to go, gais!

As a matter of fact, I saw some familiar faces in those pictures as some of them are friends of friends of mine. Which then I saw this one pretty girl, her name is Ameera Natasha. I remembered how we were competing each other in the IIU's interschool debate back when we were in our Form 3 and she was from that Sekolah Seri Puteri. We were both the third speakers and the motion was "This house believes that video games should be banned". My school team won the round. (not to mention we were fortunate enough that we had gone through the related articles before the motion was announced, because trust me, they were good enough to win, too).

My teammates were Amier Idris and Wan Noruddin. They both are really good debaters and cool friends I could say. Kinda miss them though. And as the sub teammate, we have Ili Hanisah. I miss you too, Ili. Yknow how the say "the sky isn't always blue". It bummed me out when the three of them were transferring to new schools in Form 4. I wish I could turn back time when I was a Former 4 and accepted that offer to that SBP science shool, Samura. Or maybe could just turn back time to Former 1 and accepted that MRSM Muadzam Shah's offer. I was so dumb back then. I was having so much fun being the big fish in the small pond instead of migrating to a bigger pond with a greater future. Gah.

I love that feeling when I was a Former 3. We could skip classes for training whenever we have an upcoming tournament. Whenever he wants, our coach, Sir Zain would walk into our class, talked to our teacher and asked for our dismissal and we all four prefects would walk through the corridor and made our way to the library for a debate discussion and all those other students would look us through their classes' windows. What a superior feeling, vain gila. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.


So years rolled on, in 2009 after the 3 of them transferred out, I kept on accepting new teammates. When I was in Form 4, I had a new coach, Madam Shikeen, a new teacher transferred from Convent Kajang and a new team consists of 2 seniors and 1 junior, but then in the subsequent year the 2 seniors graduated and the junior transferred. So yada yada once again, I'm adapting to new teammates. (what a buzzkill I know). And in that 2010 year around I had 3 juniors as my new teammates as Madam Shikeen wanted it that way. We didn't sign up for the IIU's interschool tournament but went there as the spectators as we were a bit late in registering so we were unlisted.  

But still, we participated in other school tournaments and won the championship but up until the state level only. The highlighted part is the part where we won the debate championship in the Amal Islami tournament (it's a tournament for all Islamic schools) and it was a 3-years-in-a-row defending championship and the best thing is, I was in all three championship.

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To reminisce how in Form 1, back then in SMK Seksyen 10 Kota Damansara, I was a hingusan-small-in-size-but-high-in-spirit freshman entered a poetry competition and won the first prize which then I was chosen to represent the school beating up all my seniors. And long story short, I was entitled as the champion in the region level which then qualified me to represent my Petaling Jaya region in the state level.  I was the one who created the poem and also the one who recited the poem on stage together with my two friends, Dzul and Isyraf as the casts playing with the props behind. But it was one hell of experience though we lost due to our very bad props comparing to other schools' but still we had so much fun. And recently, I found the Facebook profiles of theirs. Gotta say they really outgrew me as they turned out to be very tall and handsome hahaha. 

 I love the way I would eagerly wanna go back home right after those tournaments because I wanna show my parents what I did bring back for them. The proud faces of theirs are one of things that I look up the most lifelong. And am totally gonna show those trophies and certificates to my future children too, someday. 

I sometimes say to myself "if and only if I did transfer to one of those schools, I might have been at a higher place then I currently am, I might have been studying in an abroad university by now" but then, reality shakes me off. Such thoughts are absolute craps. Clock will never turn anti-clockwise. Things happened for reasons. God has better plans. And life..... it goes on. I can never change the past but all that I know of now, is that I can always curb my future the way I want to, Allahwills.

The End Has No End #nowplaying

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

We are the people

#nowplaying We Are the People - Empire of the Sun

First week of this semester. Cooler lecturers, tougher subjects (I digress from only the Intro haha). Alhamdulillah am enlisted in the Dean's List in the previous semester. Yippieyikay! Shoulda woulda coulda stay on track this semester onwards. Simply because I wanna graduate with a cgpa of at least 3.5 and it matters.

Read the materials before the class session and stay bloody focus in class. I love the way my lecturers would say the same name in every class. That magnificent 'Ikram' guy, whom happened to be one of the best students in IIU and now is going through the IA in Google ( or maybe Facebook Idk as there are two guys and the other one went to the other place) and is very good in Programming that he himself taught the judges the solutions to a programming problem in that ACM ICPC thing. How I wish my name would replace that name in the future.

Does it sound a bit far-fetched? As if the universe would ever work in my favour and somehow turns me from a zero to a hero. I'm pretty sure it's viable but..... only if I work harder and change my study habit. Because how do I expect a way greater result if my efforts would always be the same? Haih wake up Sha. It's a very long way ahead.

I know myself very well and I know how I am really into the last-minutes thingy. Might as well change that part, too. Gonna ace all my quizzes and tests and projects and score on the carry marks. But beforehand, have to always stay on track and catch up every lessons and seek the lecturers for help. And another thing I have noticed is that whenever I cut my eating portion I would stay a lot sharper. So might as well imply that whole eat-breakfast-like-a-king-and-dinner-like-a-pauper stuff. Skip supper and have an earlier light dinner. No meal after 8, sleep on time and wake up early.

I like the way Ayah would kiss my forehead and the way Mak would hug me and the way Along would pat my head when they read my grades last week. I love that feeling, as if they are so proud of me and know that every money and effort in raising me is worth it. And in that very moment, I swear, I would never let them down and indeed way prouder of me.