Kejohanan Sukan Futsal & Bola Jaring IPTA-IPTS Pulau Pinang

Everybody was on a buoyant mood that day. It was a Saturday morning. One of the few weekend morning where we dont really mind waking up early from. Because we have footy to play that day. hehe. Paan, Nizam and me arrived early with Sir Zabidi. We had our breakfast some where near Poli and waited for the others. Mr Wan our HEP was already there. After a while the boys and the girls arrived.

The boys are sleepy and yawning as usual, while the girls as usual, are chatty. I called upon the futsal team for our last tactical meeting. But later, rain started pouring like cats and dogs. The girls carried on with their netball tournament, because playing netball in the rain appears to not bring up any safety issue, unlike futsal. So futsal was postponed to the next day. Our strength that day was spent cheering on the netball team. Not that we wanted to since we don't really understand netball and their positional issue: GA dgn GS ja boleh masuk D, bila defend tak boleh steal the ball etc. (tak mencabar langsung game ni hehe).

But since they needed all the support we could give, we became the pompom boys. But hey we were really effective though. Because we don't just support, we intimidate the opposition. You know la how girls are vulnerable to verbal attacks. So from outside the court if we see any opening or 'lubuk', we'd start trashtalking. We're mean I tell you. But somebody's gotta take one for the team am I right? It was worth it though. The girls managed to get into the quarter final the next day against usm. By noon we were already back home in Penang.

The next day, as usual we went to poli, again. We tried to maintain the same momentum we had from the day before but as soon as we started warming up, it rained. Again, we have to wait for the organizer to decide whether to continue or postpone the tournament. Thank God the rain stopped after the girls finished their match. They lost to usm by a big margin. Too much respect I supposed, since the big sis has been training them. To be continued.. mls gila hari ni.

Non-believer

Anywhere you are, I am near
Anywhere you go, I'll be there
Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see
How every single promise I keep
Cuz what kind of guy would I be
If I was to leave when you need me most

based on a true story, or so they say.

song says it all, but we'll see..

twenty ringgit says not for long..

any takers?

Semboyan telah berbunyi..

Say hello to the captain of ICT futsal team. tehee.

#5: Fav number. Always. Since 03

Today Cik Jimmy did his final selection for the team. Seven creme de la creme was chosen and I'm given the captain's armband. Well here's the line up for tomorrow's contigent:

Manager: Wan Zabidi

Coach: Norulazmi (Jimmy)

Team official: Ari

Players: Ridzal

Nizam

Farhan

Pali (GK)

Hadi

Azmil (C)

Dowfy

Well done lads. You guys deserved it. For those who didn't make the cut, there's always other tournament in the future. I felt bad at first. It feels as if that I've stolen a spot in the team. I mean, it wasn't my intention to get selected at the first place. I'm no longer an ICT student. When I participated during the selection tournament last week pun, Naqi and Shah vouched for me to the HEP and Sir Jimmy.

Full kit: The legendary orange jersey

But still, we received our chances equally. Even yang tak terpilih pun masa tournament last week can come for training to try their luck. There's no special treatment towards anybody. Like everybody else, I worked my ass off. Day in day out. Selamba ja sliding tackle atas simen. But it was worth every bruises, cuts and wounds to hear that I am chosen to wear that orange jersey tomorrow.

The windbreaker, with trousers

And oh..today I was invited to this talk show organised by Komed in conjunction of the ICT Curriculum Day. They wanted me to talk about my achievement and maybe try to inspire others. It went well, I supposed. But more about that later. I thought my sabbatical would take longer, given my emotional turmoil and all. But this week has been quite a turning point for me. With futsal, Macam-Macam Komed and other things, I realized that there's more to life than this.

Back in the old days, ICT was a feared futsal team. Sebut ja KTP, orang nanti kia. Seriously. Our seniors had left a legacy. They have gone places and we hope that we can emulate those success too, now that the team is back again after so long. Anyway, better get some sleep. Big day tomorrow. Come support us if you're free. Kami lawan kat Politeknik Seberang Perai esok. Wish us luck.

Her best days will be some of my worst

We emerged as the second runner up in yesterday's futsal tourney. It was my first major honor, one to be remembered. Thanks to Pali, Ari, Dowfy, Syahir and Yon for all your hard work. We fought like a warrior, but yet we still maintained our sportsmanship. Considering that this is a newly assembled team, we did quite well. To put the icing on the cake, 4 out of 6 players from our team were selected to represent the college in the upcoming futsal tournament next week. Me included, but I'm not very sure if I can make it with my injuries and all.

I feel 'alive' for as long as I was on the pitch. Football really is the best medicine. But later, as soon as futsal finished, I'm back to my usual self. Miserable and crestfallen. I'm a bloody hypocrite. Acted cool and whatnot but in truth it is the opposite. Look at you go Azmil, lying to yourself over and over again.

-Instead asking for a helping hand, I pushed people away.

-Instead of accepting things, I wanted to fix things.

-Instead of blaming myself, I blame others.

-Instead of accepting, I kept on denying.

-I claimed that I don't have baggage, but truth be it; I'm damaged.

-I claimed that I live in the present, but I'm still stuck in the past.

-I claimed that I know everything, but all I can see is shades of gray.

-To me everything is about maths equation, prioritizing extrinsic value rather than intrinsic value.

Will be on sabbatical for a while after this. Don't know when I'll be back, but when everything is sorted out I'll write again. Too much emo post lately, which I dont think is appropriate for the public to see. So see you when I see you. It took me ages to love. It's gonna take me ages to un-love.

As if there is such thing. pfftt

damn.