Note: Volume I of The Bimbo Chronicles occurred in the middle of last semester
I glanced at my reflection one last time through the teeny mirror I had hung on my bed, before heading out of the dorm. As usual, I was late for class.
As I navigated my way through the narrow corridor, a girl walking my way beamed at me and said, ‘Hi Anisah!’
Bemused, but not trying to show it, I said ‘Hi!’ back, hoping she wouldn’t notice I hadn’t said her name in return. I was absolutely certain I had never seen this girl before. But then again, lately, it was becoming more and more common for girls whom I didn’t recognise to smile at me, or even call out my name. After thinking about it, I had come to the conclusion that these girls were probably my sister’s students, or among the committee of some of the events I had also handled.
To my horror, the girl went up to me, obviously about to approach me. Who was this girl? Praying that she wouldn’t realise I had no idea who she was, I smiled and braced myself for a conversation.
‘Anisah, I was wondering if you still have the MC script you used for the Dato’ Fadzilah Kamsah talk?’ the girl asked.
Inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief. So that’s how this girl knew me. She must be a member of the Guidance and Counselling Club, the club that had organised the talk. And of course she’d remember me, as I had been the one on stage, hosting it. I smiled, feeling proud of myself for figuring it out.
‘Yeah, I have a copy of it in my study room. Do you need it now?’ I asked, hoping against hope that she’d say no. I was running really late now.
‘No, that’s okay. Actually, I only need the names of the VIP from MPN,’ the girl reassured me. ‘How about tonight?’
‘Sure, no problem!’ I said brightly. ‘But I have a meeting tonight, so I’ll just leave it in my study room for you, okay? That’ll be room A-1-4.’
The girl gave me a strange look. ‘I know. We’re roommates, remember?’
Oops!
7 owl(s) hooting:
Epic fail :P
OMG SHURFAAAAA!! i laughed so hard reading this post. and this actually reminds me of something similar i went through at the beginning of this semester.
Not that I didn't recognise my roommate, but she really looked different with her tudung on. it was at the beginning of the semester KOT. and her reaction was worse. she was like,
"hey, i'm also from E-1-8 lah!!"
she sounded angry and THAT was pretty scary.
har har. tell me which is that unfortunate. will be sleeping in yr room again tnite. ure out w dina arnt u? hoping that ul bring back some food. feel like munching.
Hahahahahahahahaha OMG poor girl! You didn't know ur own roommate?? poor you!
Well, maybe I don't have the same problem because i never had 17+ people as my roommates.
but once i got I bergaduh with this dude in the cfs photocopy shop. he was sooo annoying and rude, potong line! dah lama gaduh only then did i realise after reading his group and lecturer's name on his paper, that he's my classmate! and then i was like "eh ko sama class rupenyerr... tak perasan pun"
you should have seen the guy's face then... hahaha
ooooooooopss.... sorry, forgot to log out of BUMI.... eheh. that was me!
Pastaholic: It was Athirah, for God's sake, the one who sleeps right by the door. Malu siooot!
Syahirah: I know, they look so different when they're in tudung, kan?? Even semalam when those 3 roommates of mine yg kuran mix around with us walked into the room wearing tudung, I was wondering who they were looking for...
Sumanto: Nasib you tak tidur sebelah I. Otherwise the next morning I'd have found myself no longer "pure". :P Izzati told me you're so wild in bed! ;-)
BUMI aka Mumu: Hahaha! That's SO funny. But quite understandable, since he's a guy. Last sem, I had only around 5 guys in my class, and I still couldn't tell the difference between each one by the end of the sem
Great work.
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