My personal recount

Ang Xue Ling (1)
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16/4/10

Learning Journey to SaRAWak, Malaysia

Talking about my best/ worst school memory, I do not really know which one to write about because there are just too many of them. Even though I’ve left my primary school, all those memories that had kept me company for so many years will always lie deep down in the back of my mind. It has been a long time since I’m able to sit down, take a good sip of hot chocolate and slowly recall the wonderful things that I’ve encountered in my primary school… …When I was in primary five, my school organised an overseas trip to Sarawak, Malaysia. Almost everyone in our class wanted to go, but eventually, only some were chosen and I’m one of those lucky ones. Soon, the day for us to set off has finally arrived. I was truly elated and so was everyone else when we found out that we’re placed in the same group.
We headed for the airport in Kuala Lampur and took a plane to Sarawak. The plane ride was quite smooth and we arrived at Sarawak after some time. First, we checked into the hotel and took a thirty minutes rest .The ostentatious hotel is a five star. The hotel room was nicely decorated and it was facing out towards the sea.
Next stop, the Sarawak cultural village, there, we learnt about the different houses and the cultures of different tribes. We saw the traditional dance performances, how the people used the poisonous arrow tips to hunt for animals and lots more.
After the visit, we had seafood for dinner. It was mouth watering as the juice from the meat oozed out as I bit it and chewed it in my mouth. We had crab, fish, prawn, squid and we also ordered a few dishes vegetables and had mango pudding for desert.
Finally, it’s time for us to return to the hotel. We bathed and changed into our pajamas, the hotel room was big, there was two queen size beds, four single beds, just enough for everyone. We played Uno and also truth or dare. The next thing is the most memorable incident; all of us had our lights off and were ready to go to bed, when one of my classmates came up with a mischievous idea which is to scare the other two classmates sleeping in the other room. We got our torch lights ready and knocked on the door. After a few minutes, we heard the door handle turning and we hid in our “hideouts”. “One, two and three….”whispered my classmate creepily. “BOO!” we shouted and all of us shined our torch lights at the two “victims” when the door was fully opened. True enough, they screamed their guts out, traumatized. Upon realizing that we’re the ones behind this, all of us fell into a heap of laughter. I will never forget it!