Flashback to MyBar Games 2025

I came as the only chambee representing Pahang Bar and was chosen to play mixed doubles against Selangor Bar and Terengganu Bar.

This wasn't just another game for me.

I chose academics back in 2016 and stepped away from my school badminton team and any badminton tournaments. It wasn't because I stopped loving the sport. I wanted to focus on my studies. To grow in a different direction.

I still played badminton regularly just for fun since then. No tournaments, no big competitions. Merely because there is also something I couldn't share here, but ytjt :)

For years, that was enough.

Then came the interbatch faculty game in late 2024. This was my first small step back to competition.

And in 2025, I was given an opportunity to join MyBar Games as a pupil.

It wasn't a perfect comeback. To me, it was not about winning. It was about showing up. About remembering that passion doesn't disappear, even if it rests for a while.

Though I lost my match, Pahang Bar placed 3rd in Team A and 5th out of 9 states.

I regret nothing. I met good people, I laughed, and I felt the excitement of competition again.

Thankful for my captain of the badminton team for Pahang Bar, for giving me this precious opportunity to join the game :)

To Dani, Far, and Najwa, who came to support me on game day, thank you for surprising me with an early birthday cake that night. Two days early, but it made the day sweeter :)

To me, sportsmanship means accepting the result and still respecting the game. Passion means coming back, even after years away.

I may not be the sporty girl I once imagined, but I am someone who keeps trying :>

And that matters.

Love, Nadhirah⋆

Pahang Bar Badminton Team 🏸💖

Girlssss :) 💋❤

a screenshot from my vlog

trying to calm my nerves la konon ahahaha

a lil training sess before game with my partner for mixed doubles

this was with selangor bar if i'm not mistaken

warm up before phg bar vs tganu bar

we were given free unlimited zussss 😋

with dani, naj and far <3

post-game: me dani and naj went hung out to kill time before dinner

we tried hejau and it was 6.5/10 for me :>

rushed back to our airbnb to get ready for dinner, but this Petaling sunset got me paused for a moment 🤩

post game dinner 🥂

Pahang Bar PingPong Team got 1st place 🤩😋

at Dani's. they surprised me with these cakes 🤗

next morning, I woke up very early and decided to have one last breakfast with them at Tingkap Cafe 🥲 food was really good!

then, balik Kuantan :")

I've been meaning to write this for a while. Longer than I'd like to admit.

My short call was on 30 October 2025. But the road to that date wasn't straightforward. 

There was an amendment to my Borang 2. In May 2025, a new amendment came into effect requiring pupils to file Borang 3, 4 & 5 within 30 days from the filing of Borang 1. I was well aware of this amendment. I started my pupillage in June. But by the time my hearing for the amendment of Borang 2 took place, it was exactly 30 days from the date of my B1. Naturally, that 30-day window had already lapsed.

So the moment the hearing was concluded and I obtained my PSP, I filed B345 immediately. Not long after that, I was given my short call date to be on 30 October 2025.

On paper, it worked out. Emotionally, it didn't feel that simple tbh.

I was anxious. I kept thinking I was late. Late compared to others. Late to gain experience. Late to appear in court on my own. And this is where I went wrong: comparing my pace to everyone else's. Still, the feelings were real. I worried that I didn't have enough time to learn, to observe, to prepare myself for what comes after the short call. It felt like everyone else was already moving, while I was still trying to catch up. 

I've always been to court. I've sat in, observed, followed my master and the LA for hearings and submissions. But watching from the side and standing there on your own are two different experiences.

Then came 26 November 2025, my first appearance in court after my short call, handling matters on my own, with the help of my favourite LA from our firm. It was in chambers. And sitting there, I realised the fear was never about lack of exposure. It was about ownership. This time, I brought this case. The file was mine. The silence, the questions, the outcome, it rested on me.  Haha nothing dramatic happened. But something in me shifted quietly.

I realised that unfamiliar doesn't mean unprepared. And taking a longer route doesn't mean I'm behind. It just means I arrived when I was meant to. 

Both dates felt scary for the same reason. Not because I didn't belong, but because I was stepping forward instead of standing beside someone else.

Maybe growth isn't about feeling confident before you're ready. Maybe it's about taking that step anyway.

And for now, that is enough.

Love, Nadhirah⋆

The only pictures I took on my short call day 😐 (I lost pictures on my first appearance huhu):

Growing up, I've always been a girl who loves to write. Maybe it's because my mother taught me to. She has always loved buying me books, be it diaries, sketchbooks, notebooks or even log books for me to collect biodata of people around me. She never stopped encouraging me to write, to express, to be honest with myself through words. And I did. I learned that writing makes me feel lighter. It's like putting the heavy parts of your heart somewhere safe, somewhere you can revisit when you're ready.

During my school years, my teachers also encouraged this habit. Every Monday assembly, no... basically every day, we had to bring a notebook to jot down whatever was said. It could be something important, or completely random, but the rule was simple: catat apa yang awak dengar. Sometimes I'd doodle instead, but most of the time I'd write.. words, phrases, announcements, anything that I heard that stuck in my head.

Then, one day, a teacher from high school said something that really stayed with me:

    "Write everything. Your thoughts, your tasks, your goals. So that you can see them."

And I've held on to that since. Because when you write, you're not just remembering. You're freeing your mind. You don't have to carry everything inside your head. Some things deserve to be written down so that you can focus on what's in front of you. Writing, to me, is a way of letting your mind breathe. It's also a way to mark moments...like..like a 'witness'(?) or exhibit that you were once there, that you existed, that you lived.

Then I entered my foundation year in law school. I still remember one lecturer telling us that law requires a lot of writing. I smiled when I heard that, because I've always believed that law and writing go hand in hand. Everything in law starts from words... a contract, a judgement, a letter. All of them begin with writing.

But when I entered my professional year, I met a lecturer who believed otherwise. I still remember the moment clearly. My classmates and I were taking notes in that lecturer's class when they suddenly said, "No, put your pens down. There's nothing to jot down here. I don't want to see anyone writing in my class. As a lawyer, use your brain to remember." I froze for a while because what she said went against everything I believed in and was taught. I thought they only said that during that particular day of our class, but nope. That's just their way of teaching. Honestly, I understood what she meant, that a lawyer should train their mind to think quickly and remember details without relying too much on notes. But at the same time, I couldn't fully agree. Merely because the concept of not wanting to see a single note taking to me is just not it... for a student.

We are human. We are not machines, not robots, nor AI. We cannot possibly store everything in our heads. There was a point where I actually tried to follow her advice. I stopped writing, I stopped taking notes, I tried to rely only on my brain. But at the end of the day, I felt burnt out. I couldn't see my own trail. I knew what I did, but I couldn't see it. There were no footprints, no words, no reflection to go back to. I just moved forward without remembering much how far I'd come. 

And recently, something happened that reminded me of why I believe so strongly in writing. A client angrily gave us a call asking about the progress for some sort of her case from 2016. I had no idea or anything about it as I was still in high school back in 2016. I was the one who picked up the call, so I couldn't help her much, but I did follow up with my master later. Later, my master asked me to find a file from 2016, a case involving a land grant. But after we found the file, the grant wasn't there. Nobody could remember exactly what happened, or where it went, or whether the client took it back. And in that moment, I thought: this is why documentation matters.

A simple note, even just one line. 'Client submitted land grant on yada yada' could have saved hours of searching and guessing (metaphor only hihi). It's such a small thing, but it makes a huge difference. But yknow what, the land grant ended up being in another firm's possession huhu, not us. This incident reminded me that when I become a lawyer (officially soon), I want to write things down, every single thing. It doesn't matter how small it is, what documents the client gave, what they collected back, what was discussed, or what was done. Because one day, those small things might matter. 

Iknow some people say that writing doesn't mean anything in the end. That once you're gone, your words can't even stand as evidence in court. And I know that. But to me, that's not the whole point. I don't write for others. I write for myself. As long as I live, my words belong to me. They remind me of what I've been through, what I've done, and who I am becoming.

Maybe it's because I was raised by a mother who believes in the power of words, or maybe it's because I know how easily we forget. But I've always believed that every word written is a footprint, a quiet proof that you've lived. 

So yes, my lecturer wasn't entirely wrong. A lawyer must train their mind to think and remember. But I still believe that even the sharpest mind needs somewhere to rest. Writing gives that rest. Because writing is not just about remembering, it's about being. And as long as I live, I'll keep writing.

After all, there's an old Chinese proverb that says, "The faintest ink is better than the strongest memory." And I couldn't agree more.

Love, Nadhirah⋆