I'm right now in Selangor again. Yes, it feels so freaking good to be home. I love home people.
Maybe you should listen to the pain of going home.
My friends and I waited for the taxi like for an hour. The taxi guy forgot about us and asked his friend to take us. His friend never appeared for your information. I caught another taxi guy who sent us to the Malacca Central for RM25. Then, we missed the bus by just 6 minutes. We almost boarded a car whose driver said will take us to Selangor for just RM 25 one person. I called my mom and she told me to get the hell out of the car-which I did immediately with the others. Then, we took a bus which charged us RM 22.30 per person. It was soon to know that a boy took the same bus for just RM 12. We felt cheated to the extend I was so annoyed with everything. Watched 'Vampires Suck' on the bus. That movie really sucks.
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Saturday, July 2, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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?
Friday, May 6, 2011
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I was happy
No, actually I'm feeling really broken.
Can't tell you why.
Back to my new life. Yes, the day I left school I started a new life. After quitting bakery job, I found myself a job at a nearby kindergarten. I still remember some no-brain told me working with kids were fun. NOT TRUE AT ALL!
Let's talk about today. I woke up late and went to work at 7.30am knowing very well in my sane mind work started at 7.30am. I reached there at 7.40-7.45am and wrote in the long book at the counter 7.35am. Cool yeah? I put this big smile on my face and swaggered to my classroom. No time to do anything, I ran down to the playground.
I don't like standing next to any adults when I'm working. Why? Because I don't bathe and go to work and smell like a 100 day old rotting socks.
I simply cannot control children. More like they control me. My classroom is a complete mess. The kids take advantage of me.
I had sore throat today to add on my misery.
I was feeling sad. And depressed.
One boy in my class got his tooth knocked out, so I was tooth fairy today.
One boy cried non-stop just to play with toys.
One boy hugged me when I threatened to steal his food. (I don't eat kids food)
Kids are...cherubic.
Now, the most hated part. Before going home, I have to send children home. This includes sending them into their cars, opening car doors and saying bye to parents.
Life kind of sucks right now.
Can't tell you why.
Back to my new life. Yes, the day I left school I started a new life. After quitting bakery job, I found myself a job at a nearby kindergarten. I still remember some no-brain told me working with kids were fun. NOT TRUE AT ALL!
Let's talk about today. I woke up late and went to work at 7.30am knowing very well in my sane mind work started at 7.30am. I reached there at 7.40-7.45am and wrote in the long book at the counter 7.35am. Cool yeah? I put this big smile on my face and swaggered to my classroom. No time to do anything, I ran down to the playground.
I don't like standing next to any adults when I'm working. Why? Because I don't bathe and go to work and smell like a 100 day old rotting socks.
I simply cannot control children. More like they control me. My classroom is a complete mess. The kids take advantage of me.
I had sore throat today to add on my misery.
I was feeling sad. And depressed.
One boy in my class got his tooth knocked out, so I was tooth fairy today.
One boy cried non-stop just to play with toys.
One boy hugged me when I threatened to steal his food. (I don't eat kids food)
Kids are...cherubic.
Now, the most hated part. Before going home, I have to send children home. This includes sending them into their cars, opening car doors and saying bye to parents.
Life kind of sucks right now.
Monday, February 21, 2011
About QUITTING (Wrote this in the gym)
I'm feeling like a loser, do you have exercise for that?
Okie, I will be stopping gym. So, this is the last month. Hey, I lost 800 grams! Well, my skinny friend Kah Sim just needs to skip dinner a week to lost 8 kg. I only lose 800 grams like...after a month?
I'm writing this in the gym with pen and paper, sitting not-so-comfortably on the bicycle machine. Discovery channel is running before me.
CSY, do you want to continue this gym thing? Hell yes.
Because it feels good. Very. It kind of gives me something to write about.
Lets talk about people around me. (I might get kicked for this)
Now, there is this guy with specs on the treadmill obviously trying to gain muscles and losing more calories than me with his already wet T-shirt. He's hairy. I'll call him Hairy Grey. A small kid runs around looking for his mom, his dad is trying to catch him from the back.
Hilmi just walked in and out after smiling at me. Okay, it wasn't so bad compared to what I thought.
This feels like an TV advertisement. Really it does.I remember this TV ad where the girlfriend has extra fats and is laughed by other girls, because her boyfriend is really good looking ( The short ugly boys in my secondary class look so much better than him seriously). The boyfriend loves her so much gets her into a slimming centre. She loses weight and they get married. Right now, the guy in the white shirt sits down and does nothing besides looking at his girlfriend doing treadmill. Well, his girlfriend's transparent elastic T-shirt is screaming to the world: 'The bra underneath is whiteeeeee!' There is a guy checking his hair next to her. Are you sure he is only checking his hair?
Okie, I will be stopping gym. So, this is the last month. Hey, I lost 800 grams! Well, my skinny friend Kah Sim just needs to skip dinner a week to lost 8 kg. I only lose 800 grams like...after a month?
I'm writing this in the gym with pen and paper, sitting not-so-comfortably on the bicycle machine. Discovery channel is running before me.
CSY, do you want to continue this gym thing? Hell yes.
Because it feels good. Very. It kind of gives me something to write about.
Lets talk about people around me. (I might get kicked for this)
Now, there is this guy with specs on the treadmill obviously trying to gain muscles and losing more calories than me with his already wet T-shirt. He's hairy. I'll call him Hairy Grey. A small kid runs around looking for his mom, his dad is trying to catch him from the back.
Hilmi just walked in and out after smiling at me. Okay, it wasn't so bad compared to what I thought.
This feels like an TV advertisement. Really it does.I remember this TV ad where the girlfriend has extra fats and is laughed by other girls, because her boyfriend is really good looking ( The short ugly boys in my secondary class look so much better than him seriously). The boyfriend loves her so much gets her into a slimming centre. She loses weight and they get married. Right now, the guy in the white shirt sits down and does nothing besides looking at his girlfriend doing treadmill. Well, his girlfriend's transparent elastic T-shirt is screaming to the world: 'The bra underneath is whiteeeeee!' There is a guy checking his hair next to her. Are you sure he is only checking his hair?
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