2010
There has never been a year so taxing, so tiring, so stressful, so utterly disgusting than 2010. This was the year I really suffered and lost all hope in whatever I was doing. But then, towards the end of the year, I found myself in love. And then everything seems to go along fine. Though 2010 has been a bad year, I would say the end of 2010 would most certainly be one of the highlights of my life.
The most memorable was of course, January. After waiting for 2 months, I finally received my O Level results. I was expecting nothing less than 12 points! So was my mum. My dad expected 15. But I beat all odds and produced a miracle; getting 8 points. I was surprised myself that I had got such a score, but at the same time thankful to Allah, my teachers and the extra effort I put in after mid-years. I remember people coming up to me with surprised looks on their faces, with some saying "bloody hell you're a smart matrep". Haha I really hate them calling me a matrep. And yes, I could understand their surprise. After all, I have never gone below the 20 points mark in all my exams in vs. I jumped 13 points from my prelims to O Levels. I was really very surprised! But alhamdulillah, it was something now I could hold on to proudly. I was glad to make my parents and family really proud of me. But then came the realisation that the brothers that have been with me for 4 years wouldn't be in the same school as me for the next two years. We would be splitting up into different institutions.
Honestly, we really drifted apart for most of the year. I really missed them. We met so seldom, I felt like I had really lost them. There were times when I think I didn't meet them for at least two months. I really needed them, but everyone was busy with his own life. But thankfully, nearing the end of this year, I really got closer to my brothers again. Saufi, Afi, Taufik, Farhan, Luqman, Izzat, Wisnuh, Ziyad. We're hanging out together more often now. :) Of course, the first part of the year was especially hard too with Fawwaz migrating to Yemen. But once he came back for a short stay in singapore, we found ourselves hanging out a lot and that was what really got us back together. Thanks, fawwaz. We needed you to come back, I guess. There's not much I can say, and love is a strong word, but I love my brothers for being there for me all the time.
Then of course after that, came possibly the hardest decision that could ever be made in my life. MJC or VJC. I could enter MJC through merit, or VJC through sports appeal. After days and days of thinking and consulting my parents, who really wanted me to go to VJC in place of the other, I decided on Victoria. But that's where everything went really wrong for me. At the end of 2010, I really regret making that choice on going to VJC. Some people call me stupid for regretting such a choice of a prestigious institution, but they don't know what goes on behind the scenes. Honestly, I don't think its the school for me. The culture's just different from what I can adapt to. The people are great - my classmates, my other friends - they gave me enough strength to push through the year, but now I just don't want to go back. My studies were freefalling; absolutely terrifying. I did have A WHOLE LOAD of fun with my class, 10S42, but I'm afraid my journey with them has to end here. :( I wish them luck for A Levels in 2011. I wish I could have gone through the 2 years with them, have more fun with them. But alas, that is not what fate has in store.
I remember playing hockey in VJC, I was given the trust to play at right-back throughout the season. I haven't played hockey in two years and suddenly I was in the first-team, that was really tough. But I gave my best and so did the team. I must say that I really respected my seniors in the hockey team that year - Raj, Manoj, Vikash, Sabir, Louiis, and all the others. They really did well and brought the team far, and some of them only started hockey in J1! So in the end we got third after losing to eventual champions SAJC in the semi-finals. It was a tough but fun season, but I lost out a lot of lectures and tutorials for the matches.
Floorball in VJC was ... wow. Four goals, I scored. We cruised through the group stages. The came the semi-finals with MJC. Truthfully, we wanted to meet them in the finals but guess it wasn't fated. One of us had to go. I remember the match vividly. In that match, I was put as a forward, out of my preferred position as a defender. In that match, when we were down 2-3, I remembered scoring the equalising goal. A dragshot around the defender. I was stunned myself, I just stood rooted to the spot. But the feeling of immense happiness was just .. awesome. But our happiness was short-lived when MJC scored the winning goal and we couldn't score one back. But we lost to truly worthy opponents, and they went on to win YJC in the finals. The semi-finals with the most heartbreaking. I remember looking at afi, and both of us were shedding tears. How hard we tried to win that game. I felt a total hearbreak after realising that we had lost despite me scoring the equalising goal. But it was fated, so we just accepted it.And then came the 3rd/4th placing and we lost to RIJC. Honestly, I don't see it as any of the players' faults but my coach's. Enough said.
Club floorball. The first part of the year was awesome, I played for MS Victoria School in Division 3. I always looked forward to the matches because they were fun, especially with the people I played with. We played really well. I think we lost on one or two matches in the league and drew one time. Eventually after some admin details were settled, we would eventually be promoted to Division 2. Really good for a team of students all below the age of 18, if you ask me. We did really well. Then later on in the year came the part where I was selected by my school to go for combined schools trials. But at that time, I was in a confused state on whether to join combined schools or the Division 1 VS team. Eventually, I chose the VS team. Played in Div 1! Although I scored only 1 goal, I gained a whole lot of experience. The players in Division 1 are much better than any opponent I've ever played with before. And throughout the league, I was playing in centre or attack which was out of my preferred position, but I learned a whole lot. We ended up finishing in 6th place in the league, and that's not bad for a team which is only into its third year in Division 1. And I got to know a lot of guys there too, and I always had fun with them in training.
Then came a loss in my family. My maid who has been working with us for 9 years got diagnosed with cervical cancer and only four months after that, she lost her fight against the cancer, at home in indonesia. I will always remember her as a great cook, a good caregiver, she worked tirelessly for us! A great person to talk to and joke around with. Really, her services were irreplaceable. I remember in june when she was first diagnosed with cervical cancer and tests showed that her cancer was at stage 2B, we felt a little relieved because we knew it could be treated and cured. But unfortunately for us all, we didn't have the finances to help her. We had already forked out more than $5k with all the tests and hospitalisations and were running dry. Neither did her family have the money. :l If only we could help, if only. On October 28th, just four months and one day after we discovered that she had cancer, she passed away. My whole family was grief-stricken and extremely sad. All of us felt lost. It felt not long ago that she was in the kitchen, cooking for us, or cleaning the house, or watching tv and laughing along with us all. It was a great loss to our family, and she will be remembered forever.
On to happier things, this was the year I found tubby! I remember her first being a noisy and very small kitten crawling at my uncle's void deck. I picked her up, and despite objections by my mum, I was dead set of raising her as my pet. It was tough during those first few weeks. She would do nothing but drink milk, pee and sleep. I experienced the joy of looking at my little kitten growing. She used to be so small, but now that its been more than three months, she's really big and really naughty. Haha. I remember the joy I had when she started eating her first serving of solid food. Meaning I could slowly stop giving her milk and give her wet kitten food. I remember her mews when she still wanted milk. And then slowly she learned how to lick water from a bowl and after that, it was much easier taking care of her. I remember training her to pee and poo in the litter box. She took only a day! Sure, she peed outside the box once. But one day after feeding her milk, she crawled to the litter box and peed there. I was so happy that she found her own way! Haha. Feels like having my own little kid to take care of. But guess she's been the reason I've been happier nowadays. Its especially nice when she sleeps right beside me at night and curls up to me.
Guess that 2010 is ending on a high note.
Vicky!