I swear I have issues with early mornings. It was a challenge, having to wake up at 6am on this morning, breaking my flawless track record of bed slumber. I rubbed my squinty eyes, attempting a corporate body posture, flattening out the creases on my shirt, conducting pseudo sound checks to see if my baritone voice was in performance, playing around with my hair. My short sweet time was only to be interrupted by the jerk of the elevator.
22 April 2013 10.12 a.m.
Level 7, Odyssey Hall, Mercu UEM
First of all, I have to congratulate all of you for making it to the First stage of the Khazanah Scholarship. We had a strong tide of a thousand applications coming in this year, narrowed down to the final count of 600.
The lady smiled as the hall of morning zombies joined in to give self-applaud. She went on later detailing on the Extended Disc Ability Test as the paper sheets were distributed across the hall. I was nudged by Teng in the rib, a very unnecessary jolt at these hours.
“Buja, aku syukur gila dapat Khazanah. You know how my mum is kan, ceramah setiap hari. Before my mum balik Dubai, aku kena duduk drilling interview je,” Teng said.
“I miss your family and apartment in Dubai weh. Nanti when I’m rich kau boleh datang visit my hotel suite at Burj Arab”
“Buja, kau rasa privileged tak datang sini. Tak ramai pun budak KYS kena panggil” he continued.
Who else got called?
It was a dying question that I wanted to know. I turned my head to the back, catching a glimpse of the grandiose square hall filled by the hundreds. Fani and Stiffler were catching up. Side note: They make a very compatible pair.
“Anneka dengan Alyaa pagi tadi. Brr cakap kat aku dia punya session esok. Aku tak rasa ramai yang apply, you know, some of us don’t think it’s really worth the shot,” I said to break the hanging silence.
I looked down to the sheet of test papers in front of me, a nostalgic feel wafted throughout the hall. I felt very disturbed. It was after all, second chance.
To Be Continued