So last week's saturday was spent going to Kampung Penarik with the Sastera people. Ask me not about the purpose of the trip, but instead, just enjoy the pictures. We were supposed to assemble in front of G.O. at 7.30am sharp and leave. I arrived at 7.05am, and we only left school at 7.45am. As Khai would say, "Melayu what!" Oh and someone msg-ed me 6.15am that day asking if there was the need to bring passport when we were going into Malaysia.
Lucky thing, Ms Rai tagged along.
If I could get hold of my camera one second earlier, you would have seen how these three boys looked so amazed by the telephone booth.
Awww, how sweet!
The Malaysian Guide; He brought us to Gelang Patah for breakfast. Funny things happened, but I shall be nice and shut up.
50% of the trip while on the bus were spent laughing and singing karaoke. Another 50%: a mixture of Lantai 13 (Indonesian movie - 13th Floor) and sleeping and eating. Watching Lantai 13 with Ira on the bus was funny because she made me feel scared when it was clearly bright and sunny outside. And somewhere along the way, I felt asleep and I think she often found herself talking to herself. HAHA.
First stop: Pineapple Museum, and these outfits were made out of pineapple thread!
And all the other things that I could remember while we were there was that Wida tried to convince me that she wasn't from Singapore,
and there were many types of suckers,
and that Ashraf could quit school anytime and work there instead!
The J1s.
We were tyring so hard not to feel bored.
The sample people because we were all dressed in either one of those shown below.
At first, all of us didn't know what to do while on the bus. And so we began eating, although the sign clearly says: Thank You for not eating or drinking here.
Then we stopped at Bandar Pontian, and walked around.
If you can't see it, it clearly states there that the date the building was supposed to have completed its construction works according to the contract was 25 Febuary 2009. It was 45 days later and the building looked only halfway done.
The J2s.
Then, all the way to the village, it was plantations after plantations.
Farshad's solo concert!(It's shaky because the only time it wasn't was when the bus was moving at all.)
OH and then the Singapore tour guide let us karaoke on the bus. And guess what, they were all JIWANG songs! Wida, Ira and I (sitted all the way at the back) could sing all the songs, and when we couldn't, we started saying "TAK TAHU...!" (inspiration from K-Nite.)
And for those who can't get enough of Farshad's voice, here's another chance as he sang my favourite jiwang song! The 3 girls at the back were singing so terribly, I swear it sounded so depressing and heartwrenching! But then again, I think it was just my voice. The teachers were surprised that we knew so many old songs and the times when we went silent, we could hear them singing softly, backing us up.
We had lunch at the Chief Village's house.
Then we dropped by the soursop plantation - I think.
And as we sang our hearts out to the songs that were oh-so-old-and-jiwang, the sun began to disappear and it started to rain quite heavily. Ooops.
And soon enough, it was time to go back home, but not before a trip to Angsana to get our Dunkin' Donuts. And oh, the Crispy Popiah there was beyond words!
All in all, it was a trip to remember somehow. A trip that I needed to get away from the daily stresses of life. but then again, we had to do the assignment about the environment there - tsk.
Okay now, I just want to say that:
Sometimes, I pretended like I just dialed the wrong number, just so that we could talk, for that few seconds. Sometimes, I don't get half the things that you say, but I'd still laugh anyway. Some day, this will all make sense to you. Someday, but not today.Just in case you've been wondering, I haven't been ignoring you - I've been running away from you.
