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Hey, I'm Melissa. I'm the girl who is best friends with love and still believes prince charming exists somewhere out there-- fully equipped with great eyes and an immature sense of humor. I wear too many bracelets and I can't concentrate on the conversation if the TV's on. I love surprises and hardwood floors. My lucky number is 13 and right now my toenails are painted 5 different colors. I love Taylor Swift and I hope you her too. This is my blog, and I love you for looking at it.



Sunday, June 19, 2011
SPECS

For people who don't know, SPECS stand for Specialist Course and it basically is the most important thing in your NCC life. So, yeah, I just went for SPECS from 15-17 June.

So, how do I describe it? Before SPECS I was like holy shit SPECS gonna be here next week and I'm seriously unprepared I'm gonna die. You could literally compile all the notes into a volume and publish it as a book. No joke. Then as it drew closer I started my pessimistic view on life and I was like fuck this I don't give a damn anymore (well come to think of it since when have I?:P) But now when the whole thing is over and I stand at the end of my journey looking back on this road (not just SPECS but the previous 2.5 years of my life) I realise just how memorable it was and how much I want to thank my platoon mates and seniors for everything. I'm nothing without you guys, thank you for making me into who I am today and for helping me through this long and difficult journey! (Sounds cheesy I know oh man excuse that!)

I'm genuinely surprised that I managed to get a 2SG rank because I know the RGS people in Archilles 2 screwed up trainfire. Especially me. You can't believe the stupid things I manage to do with the SAR 21. And that effin' GSK test. But nonetheless, as per my motto in things I messed up, what's done done and I set my eyes only on happier things i.e. the rank, certificates and shiny gold badge. :D I don't want to come off as a bitch, but it seems as though the HQ stigma is against RGS and they really flaunt this through various abuses of power. But like I said, who cares, I don't have a reason to go to HQ ever again. OH no wait I have to change my uniform parts. :/

But while HQ has been biased, a lot of my platoon mates are over-reacting and too egoistical in thinking that they can obtain awards. There are fakers and posers and people who simply think too highly of themselves, also called 好高骛远者。I mean, why and how do you have that gut instinct that you WILL win an award? Just because we are from RGS doesn't mean that there are no smart people in other companies. Yes, I believe we are more, and infinitely more, but you are setting yourself up for colossal hurt by elevating your hopes to that altitude (sorry air profi is getting to me). Keep your eyes on the prize, don't ever give up, but when you fail to get it there is no need to throw a hissy fit and ruin what remaining reputation of our school. Sorry to come off as insensitive and bitchy and totally un-platoon-mate-like, but really, people, wake up to the real world.

Next, we have our fakers. Names are being kept confidential, but to those who read this and are my platoon mates you can hazard a personal guess. There are those who play up their little acts in front of the seniors, and those who suck up to them and lick their butts just so they may get a higher position next year. I despise people who do this, though you probably don't know who despicable this is to the objective eye. I never confront anyone, but that shows nothing of what dourness me and the others harbour towards you. No more shall be said of this matter, because what is there to be said?

And lastly, this particular person really ticked me off. Her crime is self-centred-ness, but to mention her deeds would be to reveal her identity. Some words for you, honey: Shove off. I defend my own rights.

And yes, that brings me to the end of this long and rather boring diatribe. I don't know how many people actually manage to finish reading this, but if you did I thank you for taking your time and if you think you are one of the above-mentioned, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

Well, the RGS NCC (AIR) is ours after ORD (that came off really tyrannical) and how would we lead this CCA to soar to greater heights if we stab one another with knives in the back? AIR BATCH 4, WE ARE MORE, SO LET'S PROVE THAT TO THE WORLD. Love y'all, forever and always.