Friday, April 10, 2009
Weekend's here (:
I am exhausted, mentally and physically. This week has been a flurry of activities. I basically missed the first four days of school this week, two I owe to debate in KB and one to an interview. Debate was definitely productive! I'm sure most people know already that MS did not go through the semis, and it's not for lack of talents, let me assure you. We've plenty, we just didn't strategize well. Is strategize a word, by the way? Because that word is underlined in red, like in Microsoft Word.
Anyway, I will not moan about the injustice of the whole debate, I think I'll leave that to Ryhan. But I will talk about our unfortunate bus mishap on the last day of the preliminary rounds. It is oh-so-fcking hilarious. Straight out of a novel, it is!
So it all started on a Tuesday, where the nine of us waited for our bus to come. The day before, it arrived promptly at 9. However, it was not a repeat performance. We waited for nearly two hours for the bus to arrive. Ryhan's as well as my legs were aching from climbing up the stairs to complain to Cikgu Ibrahim, the head of welfare. Each time a bus came into view, we would jump and whoop in delight, only to have that bus pass right by our school. So, finally, about 10.30, not one, but TWO buses came! We immediately rushed into the better-looking one, planting ourselves onto the seats. The two drivers were arguing with Cikgu Ibrahim, both not wanting to drive us to the host school in KB.
The driver of the bus we hijacked then went into the bus. HOORAY, WE'RE TAKING OFF. However, he stopped in the middle of the highway and said that he wouldn't be taking us because he didn't know the way, so another bus would be coming and driving us there. Okay, no problem. The bus came shortly, with an Indian driver and a suspicious looking Filipino woman who the driver insisted on dropping off in Sengkurong. However, he decided against it at the last minute and just drove to KB, not sans Filipino woman. When we arrived at the school, our teacher told him to pick us up at 4.30....
Well, 4.30 came but the driver didn't! Miss Hilary called him and he said he was stuck in traffic. This led to several dirty jokes.
(regarding the identity of the mystery woman)
Miss Sharon: She's probably a maid or something.
Me: I have an idea of who she might be! *dripping sarcasm*
Ryhan: Stuck in traffic? Yeah, he's stuck somewhere. alright!
Sheyenne: He's stuck in Vulgaria.
HAHAHAHA!
His promised ten minutes became thirty minutes, which in turn became TWO HOURS. Miss Hilary kept trying to call him but he wouldn't answer and he switched off his phone! It was getting darker and darker. Every participating school had already left. Even the students of the host school had already left! It was just us MS students and teachers, sitting in front of the hall, looking pitiful. Sudah tah kami inda masuk semis, cemani lagi kana treat! But we weren't really complaining. We had quite a fun time, chatting and laughing. We weren't so eager to go back to Bandar.
A teacher from the school finally brought back a KB-based bus for us to use. It was cramped, smelly and dirty but it was a way home! God bless that teacher! But wait, another bump in our journey. The driver had no idea how to navigate his way out of KB! By 8, we were still in KB! Oy, I'll never go to KB ever again! We finally arrived in school at around 9.
What a crappy day but despite it all, I wouldn't change a thing. That day taught me a lot about perserverance, bravery and patience. Wouldn't change a single thing, nope. And I'm not saying that because a loser is expected to say that, no! I truly truly mean that. And I love my debate friends :) What an adventurous day. Worthy of a novel. Who knows, one day that might come true ;)
Akeela
I am exhausted, mentally and physically. This week has been a flurry of activities. I basically missed the first four days of school this week, two I owe to debate in KB and one to an interview. Debate was definitely productive! I'm sure most people know already that MS did not go through the semis, and it's not for lack of talents, let me assure you. We've plenty, we just didn't strategize well. Is strategize a word, by the way? Because that word is underlined in red, like in Microsoft Word.
Anyway, I will not moan about the injustice of the whole debate, I think I'll leave that to Ryhan. But I will talk about our unfortunate bus mishap on the last day of the preliminary rounds. It is oh-so-fcking hilarious. Straight out of a novel, it is!
So it all started on a Tuesday, where the nine of us waited for our bus to come. The day before, it arrived promptly at 9. However, it was not a repeat performance. We waited for nearly two hours for the bus to arrive. Ryhan's as well as my legs were aching from climbing up the stairs to complain to Cikgu Ibrahim, the head of welfare. Each time a bus came into view, we would jump and whoop in delight, only to have that bus pass right by our school. So, finally, about 10.30, not one, but TWO buses came! We immediately rushed into the better-looking one, planting ourselves onto the seats. The two drivers were arguing with Cikgu Ibrahim, both not wanting to drive us to the host school in KB.
The driver of the bus we hijacked then went into the bus. HOORAY, WE'RE TAKING OFF. However, he stopped in the middle of the highway and said that he wouldn't be taking us because he didn't know the way, so another bus would be coming and driving us there. Okay, no problem. The bus came shortly, with an Indian driver and a suspicious looking Filipino woman who the driver insisted on dropping off in Sengkurong. However, he decided against it at the last minute and just drove to KB, not sans Filipino woman. When we arrived at the school, our teacher told him to pick us up at 4.30....
Well, 4.30 came but the driver didn't! Miss Hilary called him and he said he was stuck in traffic. This led to several dirty jokes.
(regarding the identity of the mystery woman)
Miss Sharon: She's probably a maid or something.
Me: I have an idea of who she might be! *dripping sarcasm*
Ryhan: Stuck in traffic? Yeah, he's stuck somewhere. alright!
Sheyenne: He's stuck in Vulgaria.
HAHAHAHA!
His promised ten minutes became thirty minutes, which in turn became TWO HOURS. Miss Hilary kept trying to call him but he wouldn't answer and he switched off his phone! It was getting darker and darker. Every participating school had already left. Even the students of the host school had already left! It was just us MS students and teachers, sitting in front of the hall, looking pitiful. Sudah tah kami inda masuk semis, cemani lagi kana treat! But we weren't really complaining. We had quite a fun time, chatting and laughing. We weren't so eager to go back to Bandar.
A teacher from the school finally brought back a KB-based bus for us to use. It was cramped, smelly and dirty but it was a way home! God bless that teacher! But wait, another bump in our journey. The driver had no idea how to navigate his way out of KB! By 8, we were still in KB! Oy, I'll never go to KB ever again! We finally arrived in school at around 9.
What a crappy day but despite it all, I wouldn't change a thing. That day taught me a lot about perserverance, bravery and patience. Wouldn't change a single thing, nope. And I'm not saying that because a loser is expected to say that, no! I truly truly mean that. And I love my debate friends :) What an adventurous day. Worthy of a novel. Who knows, one day that might come true ;)
Akeela
what we could have been, 6:31 AM.