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On the last day of 2006, I wake up (late, as usual) and hastily pack a shirt, a facial cleanser, some cash, and not to forget, my festive spirit, and wave goodbye to my Grandma. Kitloong’s parents fetch us to Maluri LRT station and we begin our journey exactly like what we did 1 month ago, with the exception of having FuShi (Kitloong’s second cousin) crying goodbye in the car.
After the same bumpy ride up, we reach Genting bus terminal at around 5pm. We decide not to stay over at ShiuhFeng and the gang’s place as, I am sorry to say this, their plan is a bit too jumbled up and we really don’t know what’s going on for, up untill 2 weeks before that, I don’t even know if their plan is still on. So, feeling generous without having to pay for the room rates, Kitloong treats me with a pint of Baskin Robbin’s ice-cream which we enjoy in the oh-so-cold weather.
Then we receive a call from Sengloong, who wants to meet up for dinner. We spend 20 minutes standing in front of the escalator, waiting for them, only to realize that they have already started dining at KFC, failing to notify us. Duh. In the end they only come to meet us when we are wolfing down our burger at the electricity-less MarryBrown.
The next 2 hours are spent walking around to find a spot to countdown. At one point of time all of us sit on the train and take hilarious photos and the boys even suggest taking photos with pretty girls walking by. Well, none of them manage to work up the courage to actually DO it. Too bad.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Boom! YooHOo!!!! We finally decide to join the 2007 countdown with the crowd outside, ditching Yu Heng’s performance at Genting Timesquare. Snow flakes are sprayed everywhere despite the tight security up there. Luckily I brought along a cap, or else I would end up like the guys, with bubbles in their hair and eyes, poor Yuanruh.
Ohh, it’s sooo difficult to write about things happening on 2 different years on the same page. Well, on 1st of January 2007, right after the countdown, we approach the Awana Skyline station only to realize that there’s a long queue awaiting their ride with grumpy and exhausted expressions. WaiFai and his girl are among them, quite in front of the line. After another half an hour debating whether we should wait, go into the pub (hey, we’re 18!), or just hail a cab back to Awana… you know how it is with a big group, they finally decide upon the last option and off we go, leaving Genting and our 2006’s memory behind us.
You might start to wonder, I thought you said you are not joining them to stay at Awana? Well, we admit that having a room to stay is better than chilling our butts off in the cold night after all. *hehe. I followed them to their President’s suite at the top floor. Oh my, no wonder it cost them a hefty 700++. The suite consists of 2 rooms on top, taken by ShihAng and WaiFai + their counterparts (I wonder why did they arrange it that way); and another room at the bottom with a kitchenette and a living room, where the remainding 14 of us have to squeeze into.
Anyway, we spend the rest of the night fooling around and of course, surrendering to the temptation of closing our eyes and snooze without any blanket on, and thus, chilling our butts off through the night.
What feels like 5 minutes after that, I am awaken by the noise of people slurping instant noodles. Being the last to wake up, Kitloong and I decide to join them for basketball and swimming later. After we pack out stuffs, we set out to look for them. 10… 15… 20… minutes of searching around, we still couldn’t identify a single trace of their footsteps, and so we give up and doze off again.
It is only when we are on our way back to KL that I finally see ShihAng’s girlfriend. I’ve heard that she’s a girl he met at work and that some of them don’t really like her as she’s too cool towards us. Well, she does look older than us, probably that’s why she didn’t bother to mix around.
At about12:30, we check out and board the bus back to KL. As we didn’t pay for the room rates yet we stayed overnight, Kitloong bigheartedly offers to pay for all the bus fare (I am still not used to him being that generous) But of course, I pay my part.
This might be the last trip that I go with my friends here before leaving KL; it might even be the last trip which it could still be called a 5sc1 trip. So, let’s keep all the happy memories and anticipate the next one that we may have, be it the next year or fifty years in the future.
After the same bumpy ride up, we reach Genting bus terminal at around 5pm. We decide not to stay over at ShiuhFeng and the gang’s place as, I am sorry to say this, their plan is a bit too jumbled up and we really don’t know what’s going on for, up untill 2 weeks before that, I don’t even know if their plan is still on. So, feeling generous without having to pay for the room rates, Kitloong treats me with a pint of Baskin Robbin’s ice-cream which we enjoy in the oh-so-cold weather.
Then we receive a call from Sengloong, who wants to meet up for dinner. We spend 20 minutes standing in front of the escalator, waiting for them, only to realize that they have already started dining at KFC, failing to notify us. Duh. In the end they only come to meet us when we are wolfing down our burger at the electricity-less MarryBrown.
The next 2 hours are spent walking around to find a spot to countdown. At one point of time all of us sit on the train and take hilarious photos and the boys even suggest taking photos with pretty girls walking by. Well, none of them manage to work up the courage to actually DO it. Too bad.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Boom! YooHOo!!!! We finally decide to join the 2007 countdown with the crowd outside, ditching Yu Heng’s performance at Genting Timesquare. Snow flakes are sprayed everywhere despite the tight security up there. Luckily I brought along a cap, or else I would end up like the guys, with bubbles in their hair and eyes, poor Yuanruh.
Ohh, it’s sooo difficult to write about things happening on 2 different years on the same page. Well, on 1st of January 2007, right after the countdown, we approach the Awana Skyline station only to realize that there’s a long queue awaiting their ride with grumpy and exhausted expressions. WaiFai and his girl are among them, quite in front of the line. After another half an hour debating whether we should wait, go into the pub (hey, we’re 18!), or just hail a cab back to Awana… you know how it is with a big group, they finally decide upon the last option and off we go, leaving Genting and our 2006’s memory behind us.
You might start to wonder, I thought you said you are not joining them to stay at Awana? Well, we admit that having a room to stay is better than chilling our butts off in the cold night after all. *hehe. I followed them to their President’s suite at the top floor. Oh my, no wonder it cost them a hefty 700++. The suite consists of 2 rooms on top, taken by ShihAng and WaiFai + their counterparts (I wonder why did they arrange it that way); and another room at the bottom with a kitchenette and a living room, where the remainding 14 of us have to squeeze into.
Anyway, we spend the rest of the night fooling around and of course, surrendering to the temptation of closing our eyes and snooze without any blanket on, and thus, chilling our butts off through the night.
What feels like 5 minutes after that, I am awaken by the noise of people slurping instant noodles. Being the last to wake up, Kitloong and I decide to join them for basketball and swimming later. After we pack out stuffs, we set out to look for them. 10… 15… 20… minutes of searching around, we still couldn’t identify a single trace of their footsteps, and so we give up and doze off again.
It is only when we are on our way back to KL that I finally see ShihAng’s girlfriend. I’ve heard that she’s a girl he met at work and that some of them don’t really like her as she’s too cool towards us. Well, she does look older than us, probably that’s why she didn’t bother to mix around.
At about12:30, we check out and board the bus back to KL. As we didn’t pay for the room rates yet we stayed overnight, Kitloong bigheartedly offers to pay for all the bus fare (I am still not used to him being that generous) But of course, I pay my part.
This might be the last trip that I go with my friends here before leaving KL; it might even be the last trip which it could still be called a 5sc1 trip. So, let’s keep all the happy memories and anticipate the next one that we may have, be it the next year or fifty years in the future.
