my dream team

bismillah. salam

OkOkOk. I HAVE to blog this down.

I, am a SERIOUS basketball player. I, have passion and the brains to be one. I, am short and have injured knees. But the best part, I, have found the BEST team.

You know how previous years we (Fieq, Anty & Me) have been struggling to play ball with men, with other universities, just TRYING to fit in somewhere? To be part of a team? This year, we managed to find, gather, (and mind you) TRAIN a NEW team of our own. Yes. MY own team. OUR team.

Ok, ramai budak baru semua.. x berapa rapat.. need to teach things here and there. But I swear to god, they came to training when I asked them to. AND, AKU yang lambat. (malu tak?)

And then, we went to friendlies, and asked for coaching semua.. the whole package. And we were getting ready for SUKAD. And I had all these fantasies where we'll bring home medals, and new friendships, and eat nasi kandar and play ball and take tons of pictures and have my LAST SUKAD, my LAST big game before I fly off somewhere or get married or just eat crap and make myself fat for eternity. Alas, game canceled 2 days before we take off to penang. Again. For the 3rd time.

Aku dah nampak benda ni. Macam ramalan future or something. Cuz the opponent wasn't training AT ALL. But I had my hopes and we live for hopes. But then the news got to me and again I was let down by this STUPID induk team management and thus all my dreams came crashing down to earth.

But that's not the highlight of this story. That night, budak2 ni (panggilan manja untuk teammates aku) most of them message aku, saying thanks, saying stuff like, we feel like family, saying I was a good leader semua, saying they ENJOYED being on the team. MashaAllah. I almost cried of happiness! here, see.

ok. Kalau x nampak tu nasib la. But I swear to god, it feels so much better than having a boyfriend.  To have a team that appreciates me, my effort and my passion. Dia macam, aku suka main basketball, so I do this and that, and I enjoyed it and people enjoyed it and I love them for them and they love me for me and mashaAllah, I never forget to thank Allah everyday. And MashaAllah, bila kasih sayang tu ikhlas, mashaAllah...

Its one of those miracles. Like the one I found out a guy I liked cheat on me, this one feels like, impact level up to par. This one feels lovely. Like, kalau diberi masa, kalau sempat main satu team lama sikit, I swear we could have been perfect. We could have ENJOYED practicing to perfection. And I would have found the chemistry in a team that I have always dreamed of.

MashaAllah for all His love, His promises that He ALWAYS keeps, for His mercy. And praise to Allah. For giving me a chance to feel this happy on the brink of sadness.

Ok. sok present pulak. Fighting! bismillah