1 weeks happening

Ok… It has been a long time ever since my last post…
Hey, come on. You can’t blame me though…And I have sufficient reasons…
Reason 1: Getting more and more busy on school’s work as I’ll be having SPM this year… Need to work hard…
Reason 2: No internet connection…
Reason 3: Just simply lazy to think what to write…
Reason 4: Last Sunday I went to New York Hotel…

So now, I will report some big events happened last week and this week…
Errmm… Ok. I start school on Monday the 5th.
I felt quite different. One, start to get quite nervous and scared about sitting for SPM.
Then, as it was the 1st day, new students all over the school. Seeing them makes me felt that I got older.
NOOO…I don’t want to be old. I want to be young like a child forever… Don’t you all think so? It’s great to be young…
Then blah blah blah goes 1 week…

9th ,Thursday night, an accident happened. It all started when I wan to get some papers photocopied. But as I drag the time till around 7pm I only went out…
Then I knew something will definately happen as I felt unease.
I first went to Jusco’s Sin Sin Bookshop, bought 2 pens and EPOP. I saw my 堂哥working there. Then on the way out, I saw Adelene. She bought exercise book.
Then because that bookshop didn’t have photocopy, I cycle to another place. I went round but it was closed then to the other side. Ok, it was still opened and I went in to have my documents photocopy which cost me RM10. Finally, I thought.
But halfway, opposite KFC, I want to go to opposite and I don’t know why, there was motorcycle coming towards me and I was like in daze. “PO PO” came the sound and I still didn’t get out of the way and “BONG”!!!
My bicycle’s back tire was crooked due to the crash. I think the motorcyclist was Malay. He looked very angry but fortunately he didn’t ask or say anything. I was so scared at that time. I almost cried. Since the tire is crooked, I had to push my bike back home and it was about 8.30pm. I kept sweating.
First thing I did when I got home was to tell my grandma what happened. She of course exclaimed and then started to nag. Then I went to eat. After that I called my parents to tell them about the accident. I knew dad was a bit angry through his voice.

Ok, enough of those bad luck.
Saturday, since my bike broke, my uncle sent me to my working place.
That day can be said the hardest time of all.
There were so many students until need to open 2 classes.
And of course there were a pile of books for me to mark.
Marking those books was a piece of cake. But when you have stomachache?
I bear with the pain from 9.45am till 12.30pm. It was so hard to pass the time…
Finally when students were lesser, I took my leave to Say Li’s house. As I had an appointment with her.
But to my disappointment, she couldn’t make it. But nvmd, I went to her house and went online. I even ate lunch at her house. Haha. Then later, we chat many things.
I went home at 6pm. At night, went to church. Then blah blah blah…

Now I want to talk about what I did on Sunday…
I woke up at 6.10am like that, bath, and ate a ‘pau’.
Dad woke up too coz need to send me. He washed his car while waiting me.
It was around 6.40am when we arrived at Jusco’s bus stop but no one was at there… Dammed them… Late at night told us to be at there at 6.50am, but they were not there either…
So we went to drink tea (所谓喝茶)…
Then went back to the bus stop…
There were already some others students from PJ 1 and PJ 2…
Some in theirs PB T-shirt, some in uniforms…
Beverly was there, so we waited together…
Then 3 Corporal came with Xin Ting… Others came one by one later…
We waited for others to come and when the bus came at around 7.30am like that, we then took off… We sat at the last row in the bus.
We all talked a bit… Oh ya! Do u know? The wind these few days was cold. Really cool breeze.
We arrived at New York hotel at about 8.45am like that. It was the first time I went there. Quite impressive though.
There were many others PBSM from other schools.
We waited for quite a long time before getting in.
While we were waiting at outside, it was so damned smelly. Drain smell.
We went in around 9.15am. It was at the 23rd floor.
It felt so exciting when we were in the lift. Haha.
We all put our bag aside and had our meal which was mee hoon and some kuih.
We drank orange juice, it was very sweet.
After that sumptuous meal, we all went downstairs to carry boxes of goodies.
We carried upstairs and put it at a corner and we went to our tables.
My table was 8. Good number. But it was a group of Indian orphans.
3 tables,29 children and 1 adult to look after them.
We stood there almost for 2 to 3 hour from 10 to 12.30 like that…
There were orphans, old people and those a bit not right ones…

Anyway, I’ll tell u the others next week…