Since En. F told me that my carrying marks for poster and video were outstanding, I promised myself that I must fight for the best award. But then came the incident of my proposal defense—it really broke me down. For weeks, I felt demotivated. As the competition date drew closer, I kept telling myself not to overthink and to just focus on the competition.
Yet, no matter how many times I repeated those words to myself—thousands of times—I still couldn’t calm down. Every night, I cried until I fell asleep. I didn’t even understand why I was so deeply hurt by the defense result. I told myself it didn’t matter, that it wasn’t my “true” result. Still, I couldn’t control the tears.
Finally, the day of the competition arrived. At the airport, I met Miza. My oversized poster couldn’t be carried by hand and had to go through a special baggage path. That made me so anxious—because that poster was the centerpiece of my entire booth decoration. Thankfully, it was delivered safely along with my other luggage.
After reaching the hotel, I immediately started working on my PowerPoint presentation and making the final preparations for the booth design in my room. The next day, Yasmin and Tvisha arrived quite late, so I had to begin decorating the booth alone because there was no time to wait.
Luckily, Vestly was also in Sarawak. He helped me so much—running around to buy the things I had forgotten. He even brought his sister and mum to visit the booth. That really touched me deeply.
When Yasmin and Tvisha finally arrived, they jumped in right away and worked tirelessly with me until 11 p.m. I had to chase them back to rest since they had just arrived that evening and must have been exhausted. After they left, I continued working on the remaining parts until 1 a.m. Miza even came down from her room around midnight to accompany me. Thank you so much, my friend.
Yes… I tried my very best to make the booth look perfect. That’s just me—pouring my heart into everything I do.
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Every win carries a hidden story—of struggleEvery win carries a hidden story—of struggles, sleepless nights, quiet sacrifices, and tears that no one sees.s, sleepless nights, quiet sacrifices, and tears that no one sees.
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