Autumn Ballerina ... Melissa

Working at Burger King!

2011-10-12T06:03:00.000-07:00

OMG I finally have a job hahaha. At BK. Sucks some but still it's a job and I get the usual fast-food service crew perks like a free meal. My feet killed me and my toenails chipped bad. Oh Lord I can't wait for my (meagre) salary.

My colleagues are generally a bunch of nice people minus the Pinoy manager today who seriously needs to take a chill pill. I did dining yesterday which means wiping tables/chairs, washing trays, wiping them and putting the paper on top, and tried to make myself helpful wherever I might be needed. Got home at 10 which pissed Mom off but wtf I don't really care anymore except that I had to go at 8 today. I did counter today and served a bunch of people at top speed which isn't actually all that fast. Screwed up a bunch but that was mostly thanks to Missus Manager yelling at me.

OK I'm lazy today so excuse me and you know what? I lost my appetite for BK forever. :O

Miss Aniela

2011-09-23T22:07:00.000-07:00

In case you didn't know I really like art. And photography. I can't take them to save my life but I do appreciate a good one like anything. If you didn't know (how could you!) Miss Aniela is a fine arts photographer based in London, UK. She has some really awesome photos, like the ones below:

Visit her website @ missaniela.com!

growing up

2011-09-05T05:32:00.000-07:00

I have seen many things in my 14 1/2 years on this Earth, and though I admit that that's really nothing at all I still have thought many things through and found myself. When I was young I was ever so naive, taking to parroting what my parents would say and laying my absolute faith and conviction in greater, better beings than myself. I was essentially a weak-willed follower, but things have changed since then, but I can't quite put my mind to when exactly - it was more of a gradual process.

People's childhoods are supposed to be happy, a time of discovering and exploring, learning through imitation and mistakes, but mine was not, as it still isn't. I did discover several things, such as the Survival 101 in the Hu household; and I did learn several things, like what not to do in front of my mother and when not to talk to her. I also know now, after so many years, that it really is possible to hate one's mother, not just in the "oh-she-won't-let-me-dress-like-a-hooker" kind of pissed-off, but really deep-in-the-gut kind of hatred. Thinking of it, I actually may have that a little bit of love left, but oh, I don't know anymore. This is a woman who has taught me to lie and be vicious, to cry under my bedclothes at night and not pursue my life's dreams, to cover my wounds with a smile and a bit of concealer and tell the next door woman that, no, the bad cat in the park scratched my arm and that noise last night was really our TV on static. I'm speaking of someone who has stripped me of a child's right to her childhood and hugs (I've never gotten one), and a girl's right to free will and forgiveness. And her mother.

I really sound like a pessimistic, ungrateful brat, but I'm serious, you don't know my life, and I'm writing this here to let some steam out. Things happen everyday, and I try to be positive, but sometimes it's too hard and I find it necessary to bitch, or I just might kill someone.

A million things pull at me but they escape me a while later. I haven't yet quite gotten into the habit of writing them all down, nor have I taken to carrying a notepad and pen around with me. That's kind of sad, actually, seeing as to how I strain my mind but can never remember them again. Once again, this was really painful for me to write, and no doubt I sound like an asshole in need of a kick to the arse but like I said, what would YOU have done?

Well, I gotta go now, since I can't remember what else I have to say. Must be an early onset of Parkinson's.

ORD 2011

2011-08-16T09:09:00.000-07:00

It's like midnight now but I suddenly had this urge to blog about ORD yesterday. I've never quite gotten so emotional about any past ORDs but this time round I just felt sad that time flies by so fast and we are no longer juniors in the CCA. Part A year, Jaslyn and Huiyi took us; Part B year, Nadra and Zhiru took us; Part C year, Huixian and Jermaine took us; and next year, Jallene and Mira are technically our USM and ASM.

It's not actually the fact that growing up intimidates me, although yes it does of course, but what made me sad was that I really liked the Part Ds who ORD-ed this year. I don't really know why, but maybe it's just the fact that they had been with us for the longest, and they did the most for us. (sorry no offence meant to other PS and APSes)

I didn't actually get very upset during the parade, which btw sucked because it was in the tiny koi pond. I felt a little touched (would you call it that?) at the exchanging gifts part, and it was really nice of Huixian and Jerm to make us that video and card. I'll always treasure them! <3 Also, thank you all so, so much for everything, I love you, and I'm crying a bit writing this. I never thought I would, but it doesn't matter. You'll always be in my heart, forever and always, and I will remember and keep close to me all the awesome times we've had together. I promise with my platoon mates that we'll try to be the best-est-est-est seniors ever to live your legacies!

'Cos indeed, together we are MORE!

And, gotta say our duties start really fast. I'm commanding tomorrow, and am feeling a tad nervous. Wish me luck!

P.S. Special thanks to the seniors who came back! Thank you for making my time in RGSNCCAIR so memorable! Love you too!

NDP in RGS!

2011-08-08T04:31:00.000-07:00

HILO GUYS!

Haha dunno what's with the weird greeting but anyway, I just had the most awesome NDP in school! Woke up super early at 5 to get ready and reached school at 6.30. They passed out the gloves and when it got to me I conveniently forgot that we needed two (I heard someone else mention we only need to wear on our left hand LOL) but luckily I took the right hand one hahaha and we went to fall in the parade square. OK the whole parade was basically standing there and stoning plus counting how many pages of papers Julie Hoo was holding. Oh well at least Shirley Tan and the GOH didn't make a speech too if not... the medics will have to carry me off. My feet were seriously killing me. And as you know Shirley T. talks about as fast as I walk to History class (to be exact about 20-30 words a minute).

Dean Gee, Sherm, Huisai and I didn't go for the concert part, but we could hear them belting out the songs 4 stories below. Definitely brings back good ole' memories of Sec 2 Community Singing. We cam-whored, did retarded stuff, sang around like drunks, gossiped and played some Monopoly Deal. I wanted to go ice-skating with Sherm and Huisai but I already promised my friends I'd go to Plaza Sing with them. :( Not to say that the Plaza Sing wasn't fun, though, it's just that I keep procrastinating going out with S and H. Haha anyway I got some cuticle remover, base and top coats at Daiso for great prices and had some Macs, then we sat in a circle in some forsaken corner and played Truth or Dare (lots of prank-calling). Jenn's friends came over after a while but we left as it was getting late. Ahh chill day.

Anyhow, I plan to watch the NDP celebrations at Marina Bay tomorrow, 'cuz 3 of my most awesome platoon mates are marching in the contingent! I wanted to go too, but the training is so hardcore I don't think I can squeeze time for it and anyway, I'm too short. ;( Haha I'm rooting for Zer, Phuah and Shing! (: I haven't really heard this year's NDP song but there's this "fun pack pack" thing I suppose which is ABSOLUTELY, FREAKING DISGUSTING. I hope they don't use it gosh.

P.S. I may be moving house! :D Haha and the best part is it's most likely to my friend's block, no less the unit 13 floors above hers! I really like that condo, but most probably because it's so near to my primary school and the railway track/canal, and I have soooo many memories there. Aww now I'm getting all nostalgic, YTPS FTW!!! <3

P.P.S. I promise to upload pictures if I ever do move!

P.P.P.S. The peach I'm eating (kudos to Dad) is awesome!

I hate my stupid mother

2011-07-31T22:22:00.000-07:00

I really hate my stupid mother. What a bitch. I'm sorry to say this, but really, can't a body have some freedom? I asked her whether I could go to the library to study with my friend, and she made a hell of a hullabaloo out of it which ended in me getting boxed and yelled out. She even insulted my friend and her mother for asking me to go to the library to study and said she's gonna come to the library later to check that I'm actually doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Which all boils down to what - My mother is really a fucking bitch. And don't diss that I'm an ungrateful brat, 'cuz it's true.

See y'all around, I'm in a bad mood now and gotta rush to the library. :/

Help I'm dead for Math!

2011-07-31T04:51:00.000-07:00

Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh people you have no idea how screwed I will be on Tue! There are two really important exams (Eng and Math luckily I don't take MSP) and I am done studying for neither of them. Help! Aidez-moi! 救命!

Whatever shall I do. ;( OK I admit that I probably deserve it seeing that I'm still blogging now and been watching Corpse Bride and playing Sorority Life (I'm addicted to that game!) but I can't help but be pretty worried for Tuesday. No make that EXTREMELY worried. I think I'll fail. Again.

Anyone got any cures for internet addiction and allergy to books?

P.S. As you would've noticed I changed my blog skin and I'm having a little technical difficulties with the left-hand side. Never been a tech-savvy kinda person. Oh shit I really should be reading up on expositions now.

Bye guys.

SPECS

2011-06-19T02:44:00.000-07:00

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.

I need to study harder!

2011-05-20T07:39:00.000-07:00

Today was really depressing. I mean, it's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday, everybody's looking forward to the weekend, right? (I hate that song by the way) Whoever heard of Friday blues? It's been a darned unlucky day right since I woke up. Sleepy, yes, that I could handle, I do everyday; Philo and Ong SJ getting mad about 15 an absurdly large amount of people not submitting their work, yes I can handle, I'm immune to yelling; Bio and not getting a single word, yes, I can handle, done that for the past half a year; checking of GPA, NO I CANNOT, CANNOT HANDLE!!!

Goddamn it, I was in for such a nasty surprise. When I checked with Jinyao previously, I thought I got a 3.3 something, which is on the low-end but not yet horrible. Sadly, the truth was to be that I had a 3.09, which was, well, the Hard Truth despite my frantically trying to disprove it. That sucked, because a lot of my grades bordered on a higher one but always missed by a couple of marks. I wish they counted in the SA for Social Studies too, which would have made my 2.0 a 3.2.

Well, all I can say is: shit. (not gonna tell Mom until absolutely necessary)

Next, French contrôle and orale. Hah. I don't need no nasty shocks to tell me which alphabet I got - same as the first letter of the subject. The listening comprehension passage was so long I dozed off. Sorry, but I couldn't help that! I probably should quit this stupid thing, but I know I will regret it and part of me just doesn't want to let it go. French is such a beautiful language (even if I do hate it).

Okay next les miserables of the day, I fell of the bus while trying to alight because I was groping around behind my back for my other bag strap and it was so dark I missed my footing and fell out in this REALLY glamorous fashion that made me SO glad for the blackness of night. But I bet the neon pinkness of my face could light up the Strip, though.

SHIT. SHIT IT. SHIT IT ALL.

Okay, now I'm sitting here all worked up after eating some orange dumplings (HAHA DON'T ASK WHY) and I SOLEMNLY VOW TO TRY EMPHASIZE ON TRY TO BE A MODEL STUDENT NEXT SEMESTER AND DISCOVER MY INNER BRIGHTNESS. Haha you can forget the last part. Just kidding. LOL.

Gonna get a coffee now.

Taylor Swift

2011-05-19T07:10:00.001-07:00

You all know I love Taylor Swift. A lot. It's not just a simple "omigosh-she's-so-pretty-I-love-her" kind of thing, it's much more and goes so much deeper. You may call me corny, but her music and personality has tided me through the toughest of times, alongside God, and I am proud to say that my hard truly belongs to her now. Her songs make me feel empowered as a girl and I relate to them with my whole life. Through a few chords and a sweet voice, an entirely different world has been opened up to me. Suddenly, the cloudiness of the canvas is ripped apart to reveal the true beauty of the painting that lies beneath. I finally understand now, why the Sirens had such magnetic hypnosis on the sailors of that ancient time. In truth, their magic lives on, manifest in this angel called Taylor Alison Swift, and it will not stop here, for it will continue to touch the hearts of millions of Swifties for time to come.

I LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT!!!