I finally have a blog! * jumps ecstatically*
I'm utterly exhausted, but i'm not going to allow my exhaution to deter me from blogging .
Students from Adelaide came to visit our school today.
I was told that our school is the only school they're visiting during their "study tour" in Malaysia.
Imagine that, that's Teresian pride for you!
Some of them could speak Malay really fluently - with an Ozzie accent of course (apparently they learn Malay at school).
Their visit to our school brought back memories of last year's mooting competition organised by Bond University. I still remember shaking so much when I'd found out that we'd won 'Best Team' and bagged the two 'Best Advocate' titles, and having one of the judges giving me a much needed hug when she saw the look of utter disbelief on my face when I went up to receive the prize.
I recall how worn-out we all were:-
This was the first time success has ever tasted this sweet to me.. I don't know how to describe the moment when the results were announced. Like I was riding on Cloud 10, like God decided to give me this earthly blessing to encourage me for all the hard work I've put into these speaking engagements. It was even more special because for the first time, I really felt that I did most of the preparations for my part on my own, especially since we prepared for it over such a short period of time - there was no time for my teachers or my mum (who usually helps me with these things) to edit my script.
Actually, hang on. Gosh, success really has a way of making one big-headed. No, it's not my own capability (I admit, I really want to take all the credit for it) - it was God all along.
It was God who: (1) gave me people to help and support me in our debate prep. (2) enabled me to prepare for the moot. (3) answered all the prayers we prayed.
I'll definitely miss the process of us working our butts off in the prep process, and the prayer sessions our spunky and amazing English teachers and us girls always have before we go up to speak. I still remember walking back home with my friends from our teacher's house around midnight after rigorous evenings of preparing and practising. And I laugh recalling the flirtatious advances some boys made to one of my friends when we were at the State division debate (we considered making money by selling her number). I won't ever forget the jubilant group hugs we shared when we won the inter-school debate and the moot, nor the disappointed tears we shed when we came third in the State division debate (though I was really upset for awhile since l felt second place was rightfully ours as we never had the chance to challenge the team that came second, but that's all in the past now!).
In hindsight, what tasted even sweeter apart from winning was having developed such rich friendships with my friends and teachers through these times, and seeing how faithful (not once did we feel 'abandoned' under all the pressure because God really was with us) and attentive God was (and still is) to every prayer we prayed! :')
I'm utterly exhausted, but i'm not going to allow my exhaution to deter me from blogging .
Students from Adelaide came to visit our school today.
I was told that our school is the only school they're visiting during their "study tour" in Malaysia.
Imagine that, that's Teresian pride for you!
Some of them could speak Malay really fluently - with an Ozzie accent of course (apparently they learn Malay at school).
Their visit to our school brought back memories of last year's mooting competition organised by Bond University. I still remember shaking so much when I'd found out that we'd won 'Best Team' and bagged the two 'Best Advocate' titles, and having one of the judges giving me a much needed hug when she saw the look of utter disbelief on my face when I went up to receive the prize.
I recall how worn-out we all were:-
- After working so hard and skipping so many classes for first the inter-school and then, the State division debate, we had to sit for our exams.
- Hah, and not long after our exams were over, our teacher got the three of us to take part in the moot.
This was the first time success has ever tasted this sweet to me.. I don't know how to describe the moment when the results were announced. Like I was riding on Cloud 10, like God decided to give me this earthly blessing to encourage me for all the hard work I've put into these speaking engagements. It was even more special because for the first time, I really felt that I did most of the preparations for my part on my own, especially since we prepared for it over such a short period of time - there was no time for my teachers or my mum (who usually helps me with these things) to edit my script.
Actually, hang on. Gosh, success really has a way of making one big-headed. No, it's not my own capability (I admit, I really want to take all the credit for it) - it was God all along.
It was God who: (1) gave me people to help and support me in our debate prep. (2) enabled me to prepare for the moot. (3) answered all the prayers we prayed.
I'll definitely miss the process of us working our butts off in the prep process, and the prayer sessions our spunky and amazing English teachers and us girls always have before we go up to speak. I still remember walking back home with my friends from our teacher's house around midnight after rigorous evenings of preparing and practising. And I laugh recalling the flirtatious advances some boys made to one of my friends when we were at the State division debate (we considered making money by selling her number). I won't ever forget the jubilant group hugs we shared when we won the inter-school debate and the moot, nor the disappointed tears we shed when we came third in the State division debate (though I was really upset for awhile since l felt second place was rightfully ours as we never had the chance to challenge the team that came second, but that's all in the past now!).
In hindsight, what tasted even sweeter apart from winning was having developed such rich friendships with my friends and teachers through these times, and seeing how faithful (not once did we feel 'abandoned' under all the pressure because God really was with us) and attentive God was (and still is) to every prayer we prayed! :')
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