Trouble

  I'm really good at getting myself in trouble. Really really good. Like joining form 6 for a day and trying to get out of it. I don't believe I have to face the teacher tomorrow. This morning I woke up early, wore uniform, ate breakfast and rushed to school. Halfway through, I turned back. I didn't want to do form 6. I was absolutely positive to the core. I went to school...because...because I felt guilty for leaving stuff halfway like that. But I just couldn't force myself. Why am I always so...mercurial?

Choice

  In the morning a volcano erupted in my house. Mom and dad with me in the middle were lost. Simply lost. I love Biology with Physics as my ultimate enemy. Dad wants me to do engineering, mom supports my decision on Bio stuff. I feel lost. Simply lost.

  Unable to make a perfect decision, I hastily put on my uniform and literally flew to school-without bathing. I went there for form 6. Sounds like a taboo, right? I recycled my white blouse from last year's uniform and a black skirt I bought when I was 14 for a school club. I held a life cockroach in my hand freshly plucked from my so-long-didn't-wear black shoes I bought when I was form 4 for prefect.

  For a week, the form 6 will be having orientation. It pretty much involves being bullied by the upper six. For a start, we were given a briefing by Pn.Normala and the Asst. Principal. Something about how you can fail in form 6 even thought you are a straight A student in form 5. A perfect way to start the day yeah?

  Then, there was this ice-breaking session where I kinda screwed up. We were given odd and even numbers. The odd numbers students had to remember the even number students name and vice verse. After everyone got to know one another, they decided to choose a few lucky ones. As predicted, I was the unlucky one. He asked me a name of the boy from my school. I couldn't answer. My mind was blank. Simply blank like a A4 white paper. He was the boy who studied in my next door class (5A), he was the boy I talked to in the driving school, he was the boy who was really tall with specs that stood out in the crowd. And I didn't know his name. He looked at me. I blinked at him. And I spilled the truth. I don't know his name. He guy holding the mic laughed and asked how I could not know the boy from the same school. I clenched my teeth, not because I was angry, because I was truly embarrassed.

  The day passed with us doing the chicken dance twice and forming groups. We had to prepare a book to get the teachers and seniors(upper 6) signatures. Many are choosing to do the Bio stream instead of Physics. Seeing that, don't you think it would be easier to get a job if you had something to do with Physics like engineering?

  Its tough to make a decision when you love doing something but the other thing you dislike is what that holds opportunities for you. I understand you have to really love something if you want to succeed in it. I wonder how you study something you love and end up frustrated when you can't find the job demand.

   Choices are hard to make. Especially when you are trying really hard not to screw up your life. I'm not doing form 6 by the way. I got upu for engineering. So if my mind decides to face reality, I'll walk towards that direction.

Anugerah Cemerlang 2011

 It's the first time I attended such a function! It was..normal. I wore my Baju Kurung and silver shoes. Yup, the same thing I wore for my JPA. I'm so glad I bought a Baju Kurung. I actually love wearing it. Its super comfy!

  I went with my parents and got the number 36. I went and sat at my place. A plastic chair. I didn't get the booklet they were passing out as my mom took it. So I just sat there with my darling 'Fallen'. Teacher Maulud came over and asked me if I got any scholarships. I shrugged and told him the results were not out yet. Then he asked what I was getting the cert for and I said I didn't know before laughing. He looked at me once and just walked away. I was immediately consumed by embarrassment. How can you get an award not knowing why you were getting it for? I turned to the back and grabbed a girls booklet and streamed the pages to find my name-WRONGLY PRINTED. It was suppose to be Yuan but they smartly put Yuah. And I was getting it for pelajar cemerlang SPM 2010.

  Sitting there with darling(it's a book) I got somehow bored with irritation. So I flew to the back seat and chatted with Li Wen. That's the first time I actually talked to her. She is really nice. A Malay teacher came hushing us, threatening to push us to the back if we didn't zip our lips. Trust me, she was kindly ignored. I mean, you are out of school and still have to get scolded and threatened by teachers. After a few speeches and performances I carefully ignored averting all my attention to the chick next to me, we were all told to line up. I lined up and got ready to receive my prize. I casually talked to an Indian boy in front of me. He asked me if I have ever went to the gym. >.< I said yes of course. He stills does gym. I kept asking him if he was trying to get a hot chick to notice him or something. He said no. Obviously lying. Like I didn't know why boys even waste time to get all those scary muscles like Popeye the Sailor Man.

  So I went on stage, shook hands with some people I don't remember except my principal. Got down, waved goodbye to a few classmates who was leaving and sat down chatting with Gaa Mun and a few others. And then there was food! The tea, mee hoon, curry puff and purple kuih was delicious.

  The horror? In my certificate, my name is still Shu Yuah. Together with the cert comes a Domino's card (I wish it was Haagen-Dazs), two pens, a keychain with the school logo and a small clock. I was disappointed. WHERE IS THE MONEY?

  The best student was Joel Goh from my class with 8A+ and 1A. He is studying at KDU (A-levels) with scholarship. Another good fellow was God-loving Ginsky Chan. I plan to name my future dogs Joel and Ginsky. I want them to be smart, that's why. They proved that you didn't need to be in the first class to score excellence. (We were all classmates from 5B)

  Knowing that no student got 9A+ made me happy. I know its evil, but I was really knocked-in-the-ribs when I didn't get 9A+. A teacher complained saying that the girls were not dressed well, adding that the skirts worn were too short.

  So, that's for all with a message from Cheng Yi who is panicked-stricken for JPA.