Stepping on to the stage of Wisma MCA to receive my scroll from the GOH marks an end to my journey in UTAR. Flip back to my previous post in MSN LIVE Blog, I could still recall how depress I was when I first got into UTAR. The pictures are as clear as it had just happened yesterday. Then I realize how fast time has passes by. Well, I might be the depress Kent when I entered UTAR but I must say that the Kent who step out from UTAR is proud to declare it loudly that I am a UTAR graduate. As usual, those who are familiar with me, you might have heard this story before but bare with me for writing it into a long-winded essay because I do wish to leave a mark of it when my memory is still fresh and that spirit of UTAR is still flaming hot burning.
3 years ago when I was not admitted into my preferred public university, I have chose to came to UTAR as it is one of the alternative choices to have for a student who do not wish to put too much burden on my family. Well of course there are other reasons but that truly is one big factor that put me in to UTAR which I believe like many others do. I came to UTAR all by myself with most of my secondary school friends entered into different public or private institutions. Struggle to find my way to survive in the university life as I was in the express July intake with the other 700 plus students. I still remember there were once a say that those who got in thru July intake are mostly the STPM “refugees”. Being one of the “refugees”, our impression towards UTAR has further drop when there is no orientation programs like ice-breaking, talent-time or any other kind of activities organized for us. Perhaps STPM “refugees” like us do not deserve the same treatment, which was the thought that played in my mind at that time. Luckily, there is still someone out there who is crazy enough to initiate something for ourselves at that time. Life in UTAR has then changed or I suppose it didn’t change but started in another way that I never thought it will be. Together with a group of event maniac, we’ve gone thru many high and low. Face numerous rejections, challenges, defeat, and success in university event organizing.
Contesting in the student election is another big step to take while studying in UTAR. Being one of the “opposition” in the Student Representative Committee meeting, I have too many unanswered questions. Thus, I have decided to step up to source for answers to my and many other students’ queries. Getting involved in student election is equivalent of engaging yourself into another smaller frame of political world. The people you meet, the people you have to answer to, and the people you have to deal with are all like examiners that give you various test. Do I pass all of that? I don’t think so but I must say I have tried my very best to attempt each and every one of it and I guess I will just let god do the judging part. People often say that one should always expect the best and prepare for the worse. Somehow, I am not well prepared for the worse during my time in UTAR. There were once I thought things will never go worse than that but it does eventually. Without any warning, sometimes hassle can just hit you like a storm. That is what happens to me when my tenure of service in the council is ending. I am grateful and thank god for sending friends that give me all the supports and caring I needed the most at that time.
In life, there are always choices that we have to make. No exception in my case. Making choices means trade-off to me. In another word, it simply means you have to let go something to gain something else. Prioritization is never my strong skill, I always have problem in doing that. I am always the greedy one that hope to get everything and when the time really comes to make a decision, I let my soul speaks for me. Whichever way that my heart prefers most, that’s the way I’ll go. So I guess the follow your heart/instinct is what exactly I am practicing all the while. Like I mentioned earlier, being a greedy person I do tried to search for opportunity cost that I have chosen to left behind some time ago but unfortunately, it doesn’t seems to be the same again. People who know me long enough you might just know what I am referring to but let’s just keep it between us. Studying in UTAR for 3 years also taught me an important lesson. I always wanted to live back in time in the past, but without realizing actually how much fun and excitement that lies ahead are waiting for me. So this is what I have learnt, we should always look forward not backward. Let’s hope and welcome the better tomorrow. Shall we? ;)
