Three Strikes and I'm Out.


With hopeful eyes, limitless words of encouragement and countless condolences after the dust settles; those are collegians. Far too many times it has ended seemingly in vain especially so during HKSBP. I am disappointed, the school is disappointed that I ended my career none the wiser.

First and foremost, I want to thank the school for giving me countless opportunities to excel and deliver pride for my beloved college. I want to thank the teachers and HM Anand for guiding me and lending words of advice at times of hardship. I want to thank my teammates in the debate squad; we worked together and had our fair share of triumphs and defeats. I want to thank all collegians for remaining united and strong through whatever the upheaval; all juniors, seniors, teachers and especially batchmates. You make everything worthwhile…

But I’m sorry, I have been a disappointment. I felt as if I’ve failed. I know I could’ve worked harder, I know I could’ve used a better strategy and I know I have not given my all. If I did, I wouldn’t be writing this. If I did tears would not fall. If I did I would finally bring home something from HKSBP. Something we can all be proud of.

Instead, for the past 3 years, we went, we fought and returned chin up but face down. Reminiscing back those moments of utter defeat with Azim Mia, Huzaimi and Butat in 2011 and another with Safuan Sabri, Faiz Azizan and Ashraf Soffian in 2012 it was just unbearable. We broke down and picked ourselves up over and over again wiping away tears and embracing support from those who cared. Thank god we still have each other.

The crowd’s cheering turned to eerie silence and the glimmering smiles of hope faded, replaced by mourn. I still vividly remember some of the spectators that day took it worse of then I did. I can almost feel the warmth of their bodies against mine in seek of refuge. It was hard to console them.

This year was my final chance to win something for MCKK, a chance to replenish our losing streak but alas to no avail. Last year, Iskandar Afiq and Mas Ari Amri had the honour of colouring our school with pride, this year we’re shooting blanks. I wanted to contribute so bad, but I guess I will never win anything at HKSBP.

For an hour I stared and waited for my phone to ring. Constantly praying to have this final request made to a reality. One by one, people got results but my phone remained idle. When it finally did ring it was Yusman and then Ajim. They arrived at my house with the intention to carpool to Sports planet Subang for futsal with my batchmates. An hour passed but my uneasiness didn’t.

We had a long talk through lunch and more in the car, you know one of those heart-to-heart ones. It was nice but the scar is still there. However, when I was there playing futsal, having a blast with my mates like nothing happened, my anguish momentarily faded. More so after I spent the night at Rifqi’s house, chilling by the pool, midnight snack at McD and a HIMYM marathon. My troubles were behind me and I was rejuvenated!

So I’ll be there, at SMS Selangor. Chin high and cheering on those in similar circumstances and expectations, the future. Thank you. 

This sanctum thought me that even when you’re out, it doesn’t mean you’re not a winner. Thank god we still have each other.

Fiat sapientia virtus

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