I spent the whole weekend at STAR, Ipoh to watch the annual PPM Debating Championships. Being in quite near to UTP, I thought it would be a great chance to support my Alma Mater and to meet up with old friends.
Ironically, the only "old friend" that I met was my old debate teacher that moved to a different school. Talked about the feud we had after the 2007 PPM and laughed it off with a smile on our faces.
But the best part of spending a whole lot of dough going back and forth to Ipoh, is meeting the juniors that I'd never knew nor met, and develop a surprisingly brotherly bond of SASER with them. Though I do resent myself for being such a douche back then, SASER will be and forever be my alma mater.\
It's a clear fact that I am what of a fire in the middle of cold desert night, being blow left and right with embers of wood the only light remaining, in terms of debate. I had lost the bite and passion to move forward as I do believe my time has passed in achieving something big in the debate community. However, watching these boys being the underdogs, and taking fate by the scruffels of their collars, and saying "We won't succumb to lowly expectations being placed upon us", I guess that ember has slowly reignited. Hopefully burning till the day I get my robes.
Tough luck to my boys, they almost had it, but beaten by style of a stupid system. I know you can make it in future competitions.
Angst.
My self confidence has taken a beating. I don't think anyone would look up to this tall man and say I like you. People have their own specifics of beauty, and I don't think I fit into any category nor will I be called upon to fill any empty seats.
PS: I see the blue car gliding by, and I can do nothing but hope for it to stop.
Ironically, the only "old friend" that I met was my old debate teacher that moved to a different school. Talked about the feud we had after the 2007 PPM and laughed it off with a smile on our faces.
But the best part of spending a whole lot of dough going back and forth to Ipoh, is meeting the juniors that I'd never knew nor met, and develop a surprisingly brotherly bond of SASER with them. Though I do resent myself for being such a douche back then, SASER will be and forever be my alma mater.\
It's a clear fact that I am what of a fire in the middle of cold desert night, being blow left and right with embers of wood the only light remaining, in terms of debate. I had lost the bite and passion to move forward as I do believe my time has passed in achieving something big in the debate community. However, watching these boys being the underdogs, and taking fate by the scruffels of their collars, and saying "We won't succumb to lowly expectations being placed upon us", I guess that ember has slowly reignited. Hopefully burning till the day I get my robes.
Tough luck to my boys, they almost had it, but beaten by style of a stupid system. I know you can make it in future competitions.
Angst.
My self confidence has taken a beating. I don't think anyone would look up to this tall man and say I like you. People have their own specifics of beauty, and I don't think I fit into any category nor will I be called upon to fill any empty seats.
PS: I see the blue car gliding by, and I can do nothing but hope for it to stop.
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