alhamdulillah~ the finals for this semester have passed. Answering Physics's paper just now was one of the highlights of this semester I guess. I can't tell you how good I felt even with all those tricky questions.

It's been a while hasn't it? A lot has happened and I don't even know where to start. I got into Foundation studies and got a coach for tennis(what up!!).. guess I do have a topic to start with...
So, tennis... I joined my campus's tennis club only to get a tennis coach and I ended up being president and dig this- my coach is a national veteran champion and for a guy who's aged 62, short and skinny, he sure has a good game.. I mean, it took me every skill I've got just to survive his service games, and still I lost a devastating defeat.. 6-0, 6-0
It was only after the game when I found out about the champion my coach is... his veteran friends said at least I managed to reach deuces in his services...
so I started training.. and boy, his training sessions are intense... but I managed to pull through and my coach decided that it's time to use better rackets. He suggested that I use a Head Radical with Microgel.. a level 4.5 racket... so there, now I am halfway through my quest for becoming a level 7.

Foundation studies, however, has been ugly.. I sleep late every night to catch up with the pace. With little rest and a freckin' set of stairs to go through every day, there's no question what happens during classes.. SLEEPING~~ once I slept through chemistry class with my mouth wide open, it was embarrassing... but who cares.. almost everybody sleeps during chemistry classes.. haha!

But the most interesting part of Foundation studies is the whole new world I've been exploring. The different kinds of people I meet, they've been awesome- although some are a pain in the ass. It feels like a whole new world just opened up right in front of my eyes... And I think I'm falling for someone.. ;) but more of that later... just to give some intuition for the next posts...

COMING SOON

okay, ever since my last asthma attack, I haven't really been posting anything on this blog... to be honest, I haven't gotten anything to write about at all...

and now that I'm already halfway through Foundation studies in a local University, I think I may start blogging again.. I guess I just can't be picky of what to write about from now on... but right now I'm kind of in the middle of a VERY BIG exam so until I'm done with this sucker, just wait a little longer okay..

Asthma comeback...

About 12 years ago, I suffered asthma.. It kept me prone for quite some time. As I grew older, I picked up soccer and athletics to fight asthma, after every game I end up gasping for the limitless air around me in vain. By every game I got more determined to dismiss asthma... then I was 14, out of the blue, I picked up tennis not only as a hobby, but I took it as my career... my parents asked why, and I found a photograph of me holding my dad's tennis racket. Though he hasn't played tennis since he graduated, he still kept the racket; so it was his fault!! 

Game after game, I improved and by 17, I was Terengganu's No. 2 junior player. My game was drastically improving. I wanted to be a pro as much as ever.

Then it happened, UiTM held a tournament, I was drawn a wildcard and was expected to play after a couple of months' rest.. so I packed and made my way to the arena, training went well, hard, but well, I managed to get back into my game.

Match day, 1st round was awesome. I was called out to play in the main court against one of the best players in the draw, a player with an arguably great reputation; and I totally destroyed him. I took control of the match since the coin toss and had no mercy against him. He's got a big serve, a backhand that makes me jealous and a daring topspin in his arsenal, so unfortunate that my grunts kept him out of focus -I'm just loud. With a devastating 9-0 victory, I booked a 2nd round match against the tournament's third seed.

Second round match, I got first serve but this guy just returns every serve I throw at him -well, almost all. I fought back for the first game. It took like almost 15 minutes of serving and rallying just to get to an advantage and then, just as I got the upper hand, I noticed my breathing becoming really heavy, my chest was in pain and my arms were shaking. It taunted me to notice asthmatic signs but I kept it cool, I served and collapsed to the ground. My opponent immediately noticed my breathing failure and took advantage. My friends called me to forfeit the match, but I was just not ready for it yet.. I kept my pace till the end of the match, the asthma got worse, and I went down fighting. the match ended 9-0. Devastating. I know..

huh.....*unimpressed...*

and another day passed...

don't care a bit...

Just face it... time has a way with dealing people... my friends would just have to face the fact that SPM results are in with whatever grades they achieved.. I mean, what the hell is wrong with a few B's and perhaps some C's? I never looked forward for a straight Ace for my results... didn't even fear failure... And now it's out... people have been raining me with questions like "hey, how much you get??" and "so, what's next for you?"... well, I don't know... my results are just 2 B's and the others are "A"cceptable.. haha... I mean, 11 subjects weren't too much, but when you don't make it, you just weren't for it... just as I was... I struggled hard for Biology and Add Maths.. had some private lessons with my teachers.. did tonnes of exercises and memorized a huge deal of notes... but it turns out I wasn't meant for it.. so what, eh? not like it's the end of me... and it's not like my dad is is going to do this to me:

so I'm not frustrated at all... as a matter of fact, I'm dancing with joy...

 

lol... so point is... even if I flunked SPM, I'm still awesome...

well... arguably.. because I don't think that you need straight A's to rock at tennis... Andy Murray once said, "I wasn't that good in school, I had to be good at something..." or something like that.... so what the hell, right?

Reunion.....

Okay, the fusses are over... reunion, as I was saying... Abdul Muhaimin, Israq and Aiman joined me for s little reunion at the SACC Mall. We then headed to the next mall for bowling...

Just let me tel you, being good at a few sports does not make you a good-at-every-other-sports kind of guy.. and as the pics in the link before suggest, I suck.. bad..

and so we then headed towards McDonalds! opss.. wait.. it was KFC.. lol... had something to eat and headed home.. sounds like boring... but I think it was a pretty decent reunion.. we got to catch up a little.. so.. okay...

Reunion...

Had a little reunion with three of my primary school friends... I'd love to tell you guys all about it, but it's really getting late.. I'll post it later perhaps... The link below has some pics of our activity... *YAWN*

FOUR PLAY

Huh?

I was strolling around looking for some pairs of trousers at a merry mall the other day...

With my waist measuring 29 inches, it was really hard finding a pair of trousers fit for me..

(I mean, really hard... I went home after purchasing a new shirt but no trousers at all.)

But there was an incident... haha, as I was going through the piles of trousers at a discount aisle I was asked by a really really lovely lady, "honey, where's the baby?" and I was like, "baby?".. so the lady said "yeah, our newborn baby, honey, where is she?"

I was dumbstruck and somehow I just couldn't come up with a reply that might satisfy her. She did have a good look at me and was talking so certainly as if I really am her husband.. 

"Um..." I looked around and back at her, she was desperately worried.. and she called me Honey!
I was about to start explaining to her when her real husband burst out laughing from behind me..
He looked exactly like me, coincidentally, he was also wearing the same shirt pattern that I had on..
And I thought there's no such thing as doppelgangers.
In the end, my marital status remains single and luckily, I didn't end up beaten up by the husband...