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Saturday, October 21, 2006
Ramadhan's leaving so soon. It felt like yesterday Ramadhan came. I'm gonna miss it a lot. Like i said previously, my Ramadhan this time is more meaningful. i'm busy. Busy with MLS. mr president wants me to be understudy for treasury dept in exco. from organising SPMLS Iftar to collabrating with Al-Falah Youth(AFY) for RYC '06'. It all bring back memories when i was in crescent. Set me thinking n reflecting a lot. Maybe i did not do my best for these events. but i tried. i kept asking, was i a bad team player? was i a weak follower? but to be good followers we must have good leaders. was i good back then? cikgu, if u have stayed, my past would be different. it could be perfect. but there's a reason for everything that happened ey? last wednesday, went home with su n di. then stumbled upon syimah n elfie in the train. i was screaming her name lah as usual. if that's not the case, it would be the other way round then. haha. so su knows syimah thru Awallah Dondang '06. We had no trouble communicating. i even mentioned haiqel to syimah. coz we 3 were from the same pri sch u see. but syimah also think tt su deserve someone better. so yeah. then updating each other abt our sch. i told elfie lah abt mls n everything n he went, "kau treasury department? kau! buat per sak! kau pernah jadi president! kau boleh naik lagi per!" "Taklah...kau ingat aku nak aper stay dlm dept. tu...klu aku nak naik, mesti start dari bawahkan?" elfie-*cheeky grin* Well elfie, was the president of the malay society in SJI n tgt with PBMC, we embark on a collabrated drama production before. but under the circumstances we were in, we couldn't see it through. i remembered those days. it was challenging. we malays were the minority. n there was a lot of politics going on. cikgu left, entrusting her cca on me n the others, for two yrs. at first i thought it was almost impossible to stand on our own w/o a teacher i/c for tt time being. but we continued. we went against that snobbish eng HOD, we pushed our iniated performance thru eventhough we were put down by the new teacher i/c ,who came into crescent frm a mix sch n thought tt she can treat us the same way as a co-ed sch student. well, she ruled, but only for 6 mth. so many ambitious plans she had, none accomplished. none. hangat2 tai ayam. it was only after another new teacher came in, nus graduate previously from rgs, tt we were able to move than being stagnant. n thank god. He saved me from the burden i went thru. comparing my committee with SPMLS exco, i guess we forgot to do sth. reflections. feedback. well probably bcoz our events went out well with minimal cock ups. all there was were probably some words, "we did it! we did it!" or "alhamdulillah" or "dah jgn nangislah lin, we did our best"...i guess at tt point of time, the juniors could only look at each other in bafflement. why is she crying? well u guyz didn't know how heart-wrenching it was. only the comm knows the anguish. n probably hilmi saw the anguish in my eyes. i rmbr ur story bro. however i wonder, did u guys ever thought, what the tears were for? never think tt u guyz were bad. i was sad coz i believe u guyz could do better. you guyz could live our dreams. but mebbe u guyz need better guidance. tt is, better leaders. so i hope, u guyz are doing well rite now. choose ur leaders wisely. i'm sorry if during my course as your president, i didn't perform well or hurt any of you. believe me, it was all for the better. believe me friends. so now, after yusri officially pulled me in into his darmawisata comm, it's back to square one. i noe zimah is busy with the treasury dept for muzikarama but i duno abt aisyah. in fact, i dunno who aisyah is. but it's ok lah. din's helping me out. n yus said i shld come out with my own design for nurhayat t-shirt coz i volunteered since the publication pple doint it now are all guyz. syiks thought we need female input too. i'm not competing wif u arh hilmi. they want alternatives. ahakz. but, but, i have to prepare the sponsorship letters first. haiz. so much for the excitement. dah lamer tak design baju. dah lamer tak buat sketches. my sketch book dah 'terdampar kesepian'. ahakz. ah, speaking of tt, i forgot, syiks wants to see a graffitti i made on someone's name. muz rmbr to bring on mon. whee!! i need to do many things right now. i want to do some other stuffs too. haiz...i guess the latter can wait. Saturday, October 14, 2006
I'm strong. That's what i am. That's what i proved myself to be at one point of time in life. And tmr will come. The finishing line unknown to all. You're running your own race my dear. And everyone else has got theirs to complete too. And when there are hurdles, leap over them. Your lane is a straight one. You can't cross over to a lane which you think is 'easier'. You'll get disqualified. Then when you make the jump and you fall, get up. You don't sit there and cry then give up. Else you'll be the biggest loser. Of course you are not alone. There are other runners. But the race of life is not to win that first place. The race of life is to get to the finishing line, sooner or later, no matter what it takes. And thus you have to help yourself. Other runners can only pace you. And make that fuel your energy. Help yourself. Nobody else can run the race for you. Even Allah would not help you, if you refuse to help yourself. What more the other runners who are also servants of Allah just like you? You remembered how i broke down the other day? For no reason? I don't have to forgive you for not being there. Cause it's not even an obligation for you to be there. I blamed my period for my sudden weakness. But you know what? After you left, I figured it all out. I suddenly realised. I was crying not just for myself, but for you. I was dejected. I know, I can't help you. But I know you're in good hands. So I leave everything to Him. But you have to help yourself in order for everything to change for the better. Please do that. Please. Cause I hate to see that attitude. It brings everyone down. Ramadhan this time is challenging for each and every one of us. Lets rise and overcome them together. I want that victory. Everyone else wants it too. So help ourselves. Help each other. Don't let anything, anything, hinder us. Come on friends. I'm crying again. But it's alright. All that heart-to-heart talk. I'm sure we found our strengths. And may Allah guide us. InsyaAllah. Amin. And following SPMLS Iftar '06 sucess on 7th oct, may tommorow's event, Mass Community Service "Let Our Hearts Shine" organised by Al-Falah Youth & SPMLS as a sub-event of RYC '06, runs well. A project started two months ago by Abdul Hamid, the chairman. May Allah let him see his project through before leaving for his duty call. InsyaAllah. See you peeps tmr. I love you. | ||||
