Faris Petra

My beloved secondary school - SMS Tengku Muhamad Faris Petra :) I had a million of lovely memories there - that was the place who teached me a lot , the place where the dreams were made and persued.

My laptop has becomed so slow lately. Well, it's a bit "aged" already , but I loved my current laptop - my acer :) Maybe not the most expensive or the most beautiful laptop one could have , but it's my 1st laptop and I love it :) However, since the hard disk is a little bit FULL - it becomes very slow and pretty much annoying. Therefore, I decided to do a little bit of cleaning up , hoping that the speed will be back to normal.

First thing first - I burned all my photos collection on the cd. During that boring+slow process - I stumbled into these few photos , my moscow memoirs. I know for the fact that - once these photos go inside the cd - I hardly see them again. These are the choosen ones. Found a few photos of me and zak. Zak is a fren of mine - we came from the same school - FARIS PETRA , and now we are studying at the same university.

10 years ago - while both of us were still busy training basketball every evening under the hot sunshine in Faris Petra - none of us would have thought of studying overseas. It seemed to be an untouchable dream . Frankly speaking , when I was in form 1 - never thought that I could be a medical student - never came across my mind that I could be one . Back then - the main target was to get 9a's in every final exams and thank God - I managed to do that since form 1. ( masuk bakul angkat sendiri sket! )

I still remember -when I was in form 2 - I was so amazed with my seniors who got 6 aggregate in their SPM. In my mind - I thought I could never do that. Then, when the teachers mentioned about the seniors who managed to get scholarship from Petronas , from PNB, from JPA n MARA to go overseas - I was just praying that my SPM result would be good enuf for me to get a JPA scholarship to do the engineering degree at the local university. It was until I got my PMR result - then I know what I wanted to be and I realized that I could be as good as my seniors.

But then , a dream itself - was just not good enuf. After a successful PMR exam - my form 4 was a bit disasterous ! The honeymoon "form 4" nearly killed my future. My academic performance took a " deep dip". I was in form 4 as I was a bit busy with my extra curricular activities and a few other non extra curricular activities which I shouldnt mention here :P . Those non academical-stuff that I did - left a big scar in my record book . I wasnt able to balance my studies and my "non-studies" . However , I was lucky to realize about it before I entered form 5. I still remembered my english language teacher , Pn Rozie - she was the one who gave me the wake up call. One afternoon , she called me into the staffroom and gave me a long lecture of how much I had changed personally and how much my studies had been affected. That was the turning point in my life. I somehow - with the helps from the teachers and my frens - managed to get myself together , resetted my mind , and focussed back on my core business - to study. I have to admit that my form 4 final year exam result wasnt as impressing as my other final year results. It kinda " too little too late" for me to save my form 4.

In form 5 - I tried so hard to get back into the "best students" list. It wasnt easy since I was still busy with my basketball team and a few other extra-co activities. I retired from the debate team to give more time for my studies at that year ( yes, I choosed basketball over debate ) Thank God, everything pretty much went well except for the part I was hospitalized for a few days during the SPM trial exam. Luckily not during the real SPM exam. During that year also ( in form 5 ) I knew that I wanted to be a doctor and I was praying to get the scholarship to futher my study oversea. Alhamdulillah .... 6 years later - here am I ... waiting for my graduation day.....

Looking back at those time - wow.... I couldnt believe that I finally ... so close to my dream of being a doctor.

That was my short story , those were the days , those were the history , my history. Not to impress anyone - but just a reminder to myself - to keep working hard , to keep struggling for my future. I had gone thru a lot to give up everything now. I have everything to lose...