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Rain rain rain. I guess the sky is as gloomy as us. The school holidays for last year particularly, seemed to zoom by and before you know it, we’re back to school again.

As usual, there were many early birds who appear in school particularly early to grab seats. I, of course, wasn’t exceptional. Thank God, I am QUITE satisfied with where I seat now. The only thing is, Agnes lah! At the end, Anthony turned out to be sitting in between us. On the bright side, I’ll have to brush up my sign language skills XD.

Before the teacher comes in, the aisle and balcony were packed with students. All with the, ”eee….your class is so much better!” “wei…you go in my class ar…you’ll feel the tensed air” or the most commonly spoken one : “wei….I want to go to your class!!!”

You see, the thing is, this year, the school decided not to stream classes for form 4, God knows why. So, turns out that you’ll find your peer group all over the place.

I wonder why, was it coincidence or what? Our batch kena twice already. The year before last(under our last pengetua, Mr Bong), they had a major reshuffle when we were in form 2 at the middle of the year. Great. Got seperated with friends. THat was the toughest I recall. It was a MAJOR one. Then, we manage to pull through, got to know some new friends, and lasted from the last half of form 2 until the end of form 3. And then, this year (new pengetua came last year), VOILA! Shuffle again, no streaming classes for form4 policy. All rojak again.

Anyway, back to today. As always, we were all as quiet as mice. First day of school, what to do.. Our form teacher was kind enough to not rearrange the seats.

And then, subject teachers came in, talk talk talk, go out, came in again, talk talk talk, go out….until the the bell at 12:10.

Since I got half an hour more to 12:45, I went to get my result slip. Before I could get to the staff room, I encountered with a huge crowd with exciting chattering here and there. THe whole place was like SO CLUTTED! Ah, the form 1s first day. So as they were like us 4 years ago?

Manage to squeeze through the packed-like-sardin-crowd and to the staffroom. Mr. Andrew Wong not in..so waited and met Pn Nazrah:

“Shuyi! So macam mana? (as in, how was your results) “
“ah..BM ..B lah” [trying to sound sad]
“aiyo…*extended her hand, dotted her finger on my right cheek*..ya..memang banyak students kerana BM huh?”
and i was like..”ya lor…” and YOU DOTTED YOUR FINGER ON MY CHEEEEEK!!

*bler* kinda shock she did that. hehe…Anyway, I guess she was just being friendly and consoling, in a way. *raise one eyebrow* hehehe…But, she’s nice for sure.

Then met Pn. Sutinah, my BM teacher. And again:

” So Shuyi! macam mana? (as in, how was your results) “
“ah..BM ..B lah”
“aiyo…WHY ar..so many got B. Haih. Im not happy about it you know? I think the marking got problem lah…” [cross her hands, and look terribly dissapointed]
and I was like..”yalor yalor..got problem ..hehe” XD

After getting my result slip, squeezed through the packed-like-sardin crowd again, and head to the canteen to wait for Lisa’s car.

And THAT, was my first day of school, Year 2007. *grin*

:: 30th February, 2006

Our school’s Red Crescent unit had the last Annual Gathering rehearsal.

I just got back from KL the night before and had to drag myself out of bed early in the morning for the rehearsal. As for me, t’was the first and last rehearsal. As for the MC part, it went on quite smoothly, at least I got the idea of how it’s gonna be like.

Bounced into my head section leader just before going home, “How’s your script? You ah *pointing at me*, last minute one ah..”, and before I could say anything, he shot a stare at me and walked away.

I’m not exactly sure what he meant by the ‘last minute one’, but it sure sounded something unpleasant and made me felt like my efforts for the past few weeks have just washed down the drain. Can’t blame him though, coz I really did went invisible for some time during the preparation part. Just if I had that chance, I would have wanted him so much to know that, I was the one who drafted a huge portion of the script. I grasped hold of every chance to get online while I was in KL, *not that it was easy to do so, having to share just one miserable laptop among my family members* for editing as the programme schedule changed so frequently and still changing even until the night before the real thing.

In addition, having to edit the programme book cover from time to time according to the teacher’s demand was sure time consuming. If I were really some irresponsible person, I could have just spend the time enjoying myself and spend time with my family as much as others would, and just dump every responsibility on my other MC partner. Not that I’m complaining, it was surely my pleasure to contribute what I can, but I just can’t help to feel bad that I have, after all the work and time, being seen by one as the ‘last minute person’ who turns up only on the last rehearsal and conveniently reading some script that was written by somebody else.

I did feel guilty for not being able to be in Kuching for the preparation and all, not until the very last day. But I didn’t have a choice as it was totally out of expectation that we would go back to KL at that time. As a matter of fact, I even remembered assuring the organising chairperson of this event that I have actually completed the script before I left for KL.

But whatever it was, I’m happy with how I performed on the actual night. At least I hope it would somehow cover up what mess and commotions and bad image of myself I left behind for my absence during the preparation part. Of course, much much thanks to Chung Sien, my other MC partner, who was terribly nice and patient and for doing all the stuffs that have to been done in Kuching like bringing the script to the teacher for checking, which resulted him getting bombed by the teacher a couple of times. =P

Thank you mate! T’was great having you as a partner. =)

I sure hope that I am wrong about this whole thing. And I do not hold any grudges against anyone in case you’re wondering. I’m just feeling what anyone would feel to be misjudge as such.