it wasn’t as bad as i thought. the engenius’s agm (annual grand meeting) on thursday, june 25th was okay.
the traditional theme suited the event nicely. almost 500 students were cramped in the al-malik faisal hall (amf); sat on the mats gracefully (impatiently…), waiting for the ceremony to begin. the emcee announced the arrival of the vips. fyi, the master of the ceremony is a sister, i wonder if there’s no any other brother who’s man enough to take the challenge to be one. as many events i attended, the responsibility of the emcee always be on the sisters’. why, the brothers all coward, eh??
we stood to respect the vips. then we sat down. after that, we stood again to sing negaraku, asmaul husna and cfs song. i wonder if the committees are all aware of the sit-stand-sit-stand routine after all. cant they play the songs right after the vips came in? is this some kind of indirect torture??
the highlight of this event was to appoint new line-up to be a part of the engenius’s mainboard (vice presidents, assistant secretary and assistant treasurer). they walked in and up on the stage. they took their seat in front of the audience. yes, in front. omg, how can they manage to stay calm in their seat in front of all the people? for gossake, if i were in their shoes, i definitely interpret this situation as a pain humiliation and i will not be able to stop swaying my legs, staring and squirming in my seat.
in any kind of event, the ‘speech-time’ is the most awaited moment to take place. luckily the programme manager, anas delivered his speech briefly. then went the advisor. then the erm... the deputy head or something gave her speech. as we were busily chattering and laughing, she then said, “brothers and sisters, do you hear me?”. we kept silent. me and izza looked at each other, smiled. whoa, you got us madam. served us right. we aint suppose to talk while you were talking, aite? three rows of speeches made us disoriented for a while, lucky you transferred us back to reality. how nice of you. thank you madam. we will listen to you intently from now on.
the nominees, i realised were hilarious…. i meant it in a good way, of course. me and izza gave a special nickname for half of em. there’s the storyteller (the way she spoke resembled the way a girl was telling a story in a competition), the machoguy (his image on the screen was super-duper-handsome), the maturedbro (a darul-quran bro with a beard-and-moustache like the ustaz) and the confident (she spoke with a loud tone several times to express her courage). from my personal view, i don’t think we really need to list all sorts of different posts that we held in the former school. who cares if you are the president of chess club or the national debater? what matters is how you speak in front of us with confidence. your manifesto, of course is a series of sweet lies made up by you (i assume) but there’s no need at all to brag!! and you told us on why you really really want to hold the post. you praised yourself and told us how hardworking you are. a bit harsh, maybe to say that it’s all a series of nonsense.
as for the multimedia show, the graphics were creative and innovative. the designs of the new logo and the bureaus were fantastic. the words were made to be large enough for the back audience to see them. nice job. but the committees in charge of the power point din seem to pay much attention to the person on the stage. as they were busy talking with themselves, they paid no heed to the sister up there when she said next!!, asking for another slide to be shown. when the sister said next! for the third time, and the audience repeated next!, then the guys there quickly clicked, the next slide appeared. it is sure a tiring job eh, sitting there all time monitoring the laptops. one thing i managed to take notice of was the hairstyle of the committees. some of them got ‘spiky’ hair, in which i found it rather… cool. don’t ya think so??? haha.
time for the poem recitation. the lights were turned off immediately. it took us by surprise. the first poet stood at the back of the hall, reciting his line with the torch’s light shone at him. the second poet then recited her line in the middle of the sisters’ rows. the third one came from the brothers’ side. the idea was creative, actually. but their voices were unclear and drowned in the sea of noisiness among the audience. in the end of the show when all of the poets stood on the stage, then a voice was heard, ‘aku.. adalah aku..’ from the brothers’ side, mimicking the tone of the poets. all heads turned to the voice, thinking if there might be another poet left there. suddenly they all laughed as the so-called poet line was a joke. haishhh, budak-budak engin memang macam ni la, kan…. (hey, it’s a compliment!)
averagely, it was a successful event. the flaws were there, but there were not too obvious, i guess. the post-mortem session might help for improvements.
after all, i know. it is difficult to organise a 100% flawless and successful event. speaking based on own experience, yes indeed.