Back & Still Fabulous aka China-ASEAN #1

As the title suggests.

I'm still me, albeit a little darker, thanks to Banana Boat sun block lotion.

Stuuuupid lotion (immitating Sing).

I was Santa Claus for today, giving out souvenirs.

And I was Hillary Clinton, giving silly speeches.

And again I was grandma, telling stories.

My throat fully recuperated in those few days. Then now it's kinda sore again, thanks to the hazy Beijing air (the moral of the story: don't believe the newspapers, at least not 100%).

Right, I'll tell you about the first day of my escapade.

I woke up at 5am (as usual), checked my luggage again, then left the house.

Reached the airport at 7.30am sharp.

I saw a small group of people opposite the check-in counter. Recognised Mdm. Chong.

Now, introducing the Malaysian team of high school students ambassadors:

The ever charming (you can use this adjective for girls, J. Randolph) and beautiful Felicia Wong Ting En, or as we ASEAN students call her, Octo (short form of octopus).

She's from the prestigious SBU. My dear sweet roommate.

The drop-dead talented Dao Zhen, or as the ASEAN students prefer to call him, Thousand (they said it sounds almost like his Chinese name).

He's from the elite school in Ipoh, SMJK Sam Tet. My darling caring friend.

And me, Esther, or as the ASEAN students like to call me, Fat (particularly David) or Cat (particularly Sing).

I'm from the not-so-prestigious-and-elite SMK Tmn Connaught.

Distinguished and street-smart Mdm Chong, or as the ASEAN students call her, Mommy Octo (she's Octo's mom).

From the Ministry of Education. My protective yet funny mentor.

So, here you have it, the 4 of us.

I refrained myself from speaking, though I know I should blend in with the 2 of them. My voice wasn't back yet, you see.

But Thousand automatically approached me when we were walking to the departure hall. Thanks for breaking the ice, love ya.

Then, I started talking to Octo. Actually I kinda-sorta know her. We know a lot of the same people, you see. But she doesn't know me, only heard ZiKang mentioned my name once.

Octo and I clicked almost instantly, 'cause we were talking about her classmates aka my tuition mates (all your skeletons are out of the closet now, SBUians).

It wasn't that easy with Thousand. The guy's from a boy school, I can understand that. I brought up the topic of football, only to know that he wasn't into football.

In the plane.

The food. I love MAS.

Reaching Guangzhou.

We transferred to a domestic flight in Guangzhou's Baiyun International airport.

We clicked so instantly to a degree that we can camwhore together in the domestic flight to Guiyang.

Reached Guiyang at 7.25pm. There was a girl carrying a board writing China-ASEAN. Followed her to the reception. Suddenly they said they weren't here for us. Mdm. Chong almost shouted at them.

They made some calls to Beijing. Finally reached Mr. Fu, the one in charge. They said there was some technical mistake and sent one car to pick us up.

It was an Audi. Fuyoh, we're being chauffered in an Audi.

Had dinner in the hotel.

Look at our room. Can see people bathing punye lol~

Alvin will love this.