(more than) Me,Myself & I

Gimme the money ;D

One of the best things of getting good results is the incentives that will be received. Yayasan Sarawak has been so generous in this matter over these years and I’m so glad I’m one of them who gets the benefits. Hehehe…except for my UPSR (history that is but still I must mention) when I scored straight As but wasn’t given any. Ok, back to the present.
We should be attending class until 9 something this morning but the schedule distributed by the organizer says that we should be there by 7.30. I wanted to be late but Abigail thought otherwise. I get her too. Many excellent students are going to be there, so it’s quite unwise to humiliate yourself in that case. I arrived at Hilton soon after my dad sent my sisters to Kuching High which was a few minutes past 7. There were only a few kittens at that time. So we waited, waited, waited and waited. Oh yes, for the next 2 hours until we were finally registered to get into the ballroom. Luckily we early birds get to sit on a comfortable couch. After that was talking, talking and talking. There were many students. Many were schoolmates, ex-schoolmates, ex-ex-schoolmates, ex-tuitionmates, ex-ex-tuitionmates and some people I’ve met during the JPA scholarship interview few months ago or during some other inter-school activities long time ago. it’s just like a big gathering. You’ll get to see a lot of people whom you have met and something like that. Then you’ll korek for news and so on. While talking to Poh Ping, who has been extremely busy like the other JPA scholarship receipients lately, Edward came to approach.
“Hello, are you all Thomians? I’m was a Thomian too”
“Yes, we’re in lower Form 6.”(wondering why he chose to talk to us but guess it was because we’re simply attractive. Hohoho…thought he was a tourist until he told us he’s a tour guide when he first smiled at us.)
We were then interrupted by an Indian lady who asked, “Can I take a picture of yours in your uniform? Why are the other uniforms different from yours?”
So we explained which school wears this, or that. Then lower forms wear like that and bla bla before we “modelled” to be captured in her camera.
Malaysian time, 9.15am. we excused ourselves to register ourselves into the ballroom whereas it should be 7.30. Who’s late? Not me.
We squeezed in because people were actually grouping along the lobby with conversations getting on like “Hey, how are you? What are you up too? Any other plans?” and etc. Inside the ballroom was a whole new world, low population.
So we waited and waited and waited again. It was like ages because I kept talking and talking and talking till my saliva dried out. It was good I brought two bottles of plain water so I could drink to continue talking. And just as the room was almost filled up, it was 9.45 or something, I felt like going to the toilet. So, I went. I thought I would be faster than the VIPs until some other girls and I found the ceremony going on as we entered and eyes on us as we headed to our seats. Duh~what’s the difference between late and punctual now. Timing was wrong.
That didn’t bother. We talked another few rounds down there (since we were so excited like we’ve never seen 500 ringgit before).
We might appeared in TV looking like dummies who fancied the recorder so much, posing like what. Another thing is the KFC voucher I’ve got. Hehe…what’s so good about a piece of voucher like that? it’s merely nothing compared to the 500 ringgit premium voucher which enables us to eat at KFC until we puke. You won’t be able to imagine that many people actually envied me because they got the Sugarbun voucher instead of KFC’s….hahaha…not that I’m the only one with the KFC voucher but it just seemed like KFC is a lot more popular. Oh yea, it’s finger lickin’ good baby!
But then we (Owen, Abigail and I) didn’t end up eating out at one of the outlets soon after that----we went back to school, for Maths. Oh yes, we did. It’s sort of unbelievable. Others had fled there whereas us? Walking under the sun, stopped by at a stall to buy iced drinks. Then another to buy guava…then back to school like we’ve just ponteng sekolah but heck, with permission so don’t look at us like “wah, so wild,man!”The last 60 minutes in school was no polynomial. It was me counting, “Hah, just a few more minutes until the bell rings.”

posted by Shan @ 5:45 PM