Melanie Minh Phuong

Posting

2010-01-26T10:54:00.000-08:00

It's been a while, isn't it?

Well, another insomnia night, LOL. So we're having this funny funny things called JAE posting, meaning to be posted to JCs. I'm very very nervous, seriously. So I start doing something that I don't usually do: to ask myself "What if?"

What if I can't get into the JC that I want?
What if I can't do well in JC?
What if I can't get along well with my friends in JC?
What if I miss my friends in SCGS and surely we're not going to meet each other again easily?
What if some of the significant ppl who have made my life so far will disappear forever?
What if...

So just a lame realisation: Life is all about the "what if" questions. As you grow older, the "What if" questions become more negative. Say... When you are a child, you ask questions like "What if I can fly?", "What if I can be a super hero?", "What if I can produce the vaccine for HIV?"...
But when you grow up, you ask questions like "What if the price goes up today?", "What if I loose?", "What if everyone hates me?"

I'm feeling like a grown-up now. As I grow old, worries get into my life and make it so trivial. I've cried until I fell asleep and still sobbed in my dream. For what? For all the negative "What if" I asked. And things go negatively for me. I don't want to be negative. But I just can't stop the process of growing up.

So I'm gonna practice the skills that most of us have lost along our life path. I'm gonna ask the positive "What if?"

What if I can get into the JC I want?
What if I can do well in school?
What if my new friends like me?
What if I can have some outings with my friends in SCGS?
What if I'm able to stay in touch with all the significant ppl?

Nothing is easy to achieve. But I believe once I change my mindset and become more positive, things will go well for me.

Good luck for me and for everyone who's also feel like insomnia due to this crappy posting thing.

Prelims

2009-08-25T07:16:00.000-07:00

Ok, so today is the last day we get back our prelim paper. One word to describe: Horrendous. I got 13 for L1R5. Extremely disappointed and frustrated. I had hoped to get a single digit.

Well, I'm not the only one suffer from such a pathetic result. The whole cohort is in the same boat, LOL. Like... English, none got A1, a few got A2, mostly B3 to C5. Lit: no A1, not more than 20 A2s... Haizzz. Seriously, I didn't expect us to do that bad. It's shocking to not only the students but also the teachers. Scare the crap out of me. I really need to do something.

Though all of us get the same horrifying result, not all decide to continue to work hard. The result frustrate us, and some have decided to drop a few certain subjects. I wonder whether the teachers gave us such mark so that we'll be frightened and work harder. If it's true, I would say they are totally WRONG!! Their move just makes us more miserable and discouraged and chances are many will give up.

Homesick

2009-07-13T07:39:00.000-07:00

You can say I'm pretty homesick now. My incessant, monotonous life here prompts me to think much about home. I keep recalling about hom until I spend most of my time pondering on what I shall do when I go back home. If I don't find a way to get out of all these, I'm gonna be driven insane.

But really, I'm wasting too much of my time on unimportant stuffs. When I'm supposed to study, I let my mind float away. I understand how precious time is at this point of time. At the drop of a hat, a lot of water has flown under the bridge. I need to pace myself well not to lag behind.

And most significantly, I'd better eliminate all the disdain about myself. I need to gorge my book and fortify myself with sufficient defensive knowledge for the battle, which is the prelim exam coming up soon. I know I can do it. Ok, well, I admit if I say I'm capable of everything, I'm such a deceitful sucker. But it doesn't mean that I'm not indefatigable. Maybe sometimes I hoodwinked myself into believing that I'm no more than a looser. Maybe sometimes I prefer to keep low profile and attend the party incognito while others flaunt about their talent. Maybe most of the time I oscillate between the extrems of intelligence and stupidity, swinging to and fro like a pendulum. But basically I'm a perseverence type and I never give up on what I want.

So this is what I want. I want to make my life story more captivating. I want to do something with intellectual value but not those menial tasks like daydreaming. I don't want to be trapped in any cul-de-sac. That's why from now on I'll consider all difficulty as grottoes, they're all artificial and there's always a way to get out of them. I shall force my spirit and determination out of the perennial grassplant where it is hiding and stretch it until it is big enough to fit in a evergreen croton. I shall nullify my weaknesses and activate my strength and sanity. There's no way I'll ever demean my dignity because I want the fruit, not the pit.

Random post of my bullshit life

2009-07-12T07:40:00.000-07:00

[This is what I want and I'll commit to it]

Ok, so Prelim is approaching. 2 more weeks to go. Life sucks, men... I don't think I can finish the whole syllabus in 2 weeks. I keep asking myself "what if". What if I don't do well? What if I don't have the chance to go for a JC that I want? What if my life turns out to be so pathetic that I end up being a chimney sweeper? Do I have to migrate to Europe because there are not many chimneys in South East Asia?... You can see how deep I am submerged in the depression I cause to myself.

Let say... I'm not handling my relationship with my friends very well. In fact, I'm isolating myself. No need to get contact to H1N1 patients, I'm already quarantined. I'm trapped in perfectionist nature. At first I thought I would just keep my demure manner. I didn't want to be regarded as a little offensively insolent freak who disgruntles others by her obnoxious vociferousness. I don't want to be caught off guard. But in the end things didn't turn out as I planned. People think I'm bashful. Ok, I am easily abashed. I would rather stay the whole day abed rather than hanging out with others. I'm afraid of being censured, being reprimanded, being... rebuked! I'm fear of being judged as contemptuous, or rather brazen. I cannot stay calm, so I avoid others disturbing me so I would not disturb them.

And now I'm really loosing them. I thought I had a good inception. Yet, things turned from sweet to tender, and now nothing. Literally nothing. We meet. We greet. We smile. That's all. I always feel lonely. My spirit was like a godown infested by pests.

I admit I'm being harsh on myself. I have low self-esteem. I think myself is tottally of no good. I'm not opulent. I'm not bright. I loose my attention most of the time. I'm not able to produce any lucidity moment. I cannot hold on to my sanity. I hate everything. I hate the splendour sun. I hate the ornamental flowers and fish in my room. I hate my pushy school. I'm so misanthropic that I think everyone was sadistic and masochistic. To sum up, my life is totally messed up and stuck in a cul-de-sac with my negative thoughts. Every direction to me is a deadlock.

Then I seeked hope in books and movies, the two things that can always comfort me.

I started off reading the Twilight series. Once again, I fall for Edward Cullen. Keke. that guy is spotless. Resplendently gorgeous, obviously. Super damn rich some more. And he loved his girl the whole bloody hell. That's my type of guy. The guy who is... protective of me. I wish I will meet my own guy. Anyways, I have no immediate intention to change my single relationship status. As mom said, "You are not to fall for any guy unless you want his name to be inscribed [or rather scribbled] on the tombstone that I myself will put on your head if you don't do well for Os." I shall obey. That's sounds threatening and relatively offensive. But it's reasonable. All mothers are like this. I shouldn't expect nature to reverse herself, should I?

Then I watch "Pursuit of happiness" by Will Smith and his son. Both of them are lovely. The movie is about a guy named Christ Gardner and his son name Christopher. Christ started being a poor pathetic father who was reluctantly a widow. His wife didn't die, she just ran away for disappointment of her of-no-good hubby. But Christ had with no property. All that left was some X-ray machines that he sold to afford his and his son's basic needs. The father and the son had to queue for a place to sleep in the church. When there was no place to go, they slept in a toilet that Christ had to tricked his son that it was a cave. He even sold his blood. However, nothing could wrestle this guy. In the end, he was accepted to a company and from there he started up his career. I don't remember how long have I not cried for a movie before watching this. It makes me feel that I'm much happier than many people out there. It gives me a brandnew perspective of the meaning of happiness, of love. I learned that no matter how epic life seems to be, if you work hard enough and never demean your dignity, and most significantly, hold on to your diligence there's always a way. Tolerance can even win over demise, let alone some small troubles in life.

People call it 'pressure'

2009-07-03T21:53:00.000-07:00

Ok, I'm stressed. Prelim timetable has already been released. 2 weeks will come at the drop of a hat. Exam time is gonna be epic. I really feel like my head is bursting now. I can sense the harbinger of collapsing at anytime. I think I'm kinda stupid to make up for myself all the fears and physical harassment. Maybe I need some rest. But if I take one moment of rest, the mammoth amount of work will grow further. Haizz, jia you! Everything will be fine. Pro pimp is invincible. It's just Prelim anyways, what's so big about that?

Good news: I passed my social studies. Hehe, I've never thought of passing it. Actually I jump quite a few grades [as in from F9 to B3, I know my result is still not good and there's nothing to ensure that I can score B3 and above for prelim, but still it's an achievement]. Maybe with more try I can score even better. Go for it, yey.

I've been quite lonely the past few days. I enjoy being alone but sometimes it's still neccessary to have a companion. What am I talking about? I have a lot of companions. Look at these:

Those are my class photos. Nice, aren't they? Even though I don't fool around with them much, I really like them. People says your true friends come mostly from your secondary school. As long as you go to JC, life will be full of competions and harship. Especially in such a kiasu place like S'pore, tough life is unavoidable. Gosh, I'm gonna suffocate with my laidback nature. Anyways, I want to enjoy my last few months of secondary school life. I've never realised SCGS has played such an important part in my life. My longing and missing for my old school back home has actually blinded me that I didn't know SCGS is a nice place to a broad extent.

Happy birthday to me

2009-06-17T08:21:00.000-07:00

Seriously, I didn't expect so many people to remember my birthday. But it turned out that they actually did remember. In fact, they even celebrated with me. The feeling of seeing unexpected good things to happen is great. This is the first time ever I feel like family since I come here. I love them. 1000 ci wo ai ta men.

14.06.09

2009-06-14T04:07:00.000-07:00

Holiday started yesterday and well, will end today night. I've made a study plan during holiday time. Well, I'm about to go throught the whole syllabus for every subject during this 2 weeks. This kinda sucks. Most of my holiday will be spent on studying. No choice. That's life, that's what is meant for Sec4. After Os I swear I won't touch any book during my free 1 and a half month.

At least I have something to look forward to. This wednesday I'll go out for a movie with some friends. They may not know it's erm... a special day for me [blushed]. I don't want them to know also. That makes me feel more comfortable. I only need somebody around, that's good enough. Surely it's gonna be thrilling.

Some of the juniors have already back home by now. Bet they're having fun. Well, good for them. They should enjoy home, refresh and get ready for the battle once they're back. I'll see the last junior to leave off tomorrow afternoon. Yup, I'm acting brave. I just want to prove to myself that I can handle the fact that I can't go home. I know I can. Despite that I'm missing home the whole bloody hell, it's not unbearable at all.

Yet I still have the right to recall a little bit about my home, don't I? [Eyes closing]

Hmm, let see. It's now in the middle of summer. The round dazzling hot sun dominates the bright azure sky, burning it like baking a pancake until the whole sky turns into magnolia. The powerful sunlight tears the clouds which appear as thin as smoke, piercing through the layers of emerald leaves, spotting thousands of large irridescent golden dots on the ground. The heat suffuses through air, melting every single object and creature. The hawkers do not mind about their business anymore. They'd rather find some places like under the trees or the protruding penthouse so that they can be protected by the shadow. However, the children always seem to enjoy the hot weather. Most of the time, they will sneak out from home and either play soccer on the streets or rummage through the tree roots for cicadas.

Out of the blue, the heat dies down. A thin halo surrounds the circle sun, dimming the burning light, causing the fireball to shine in a lustrous way. Gradually, the smoky clouds gather, forming cotton-like features. The sky turns from ivory to magnolia and finally light grey. The atmosphere becomes cooler. You can feel the water vapour in the air so vividly that you can almost touch it, smell it and taste it. The humidity then becomes so tangible that the air turns jelly like. The murky suns moves further, and immediately the elbony clouds take over. Wind swirls the cracky fallen leaves, rustles them noisily. But the noise is nothing compared to the roar of thunders and lightning afar. As if even nature cannot stand the heat that she finds the need to throw tantrum at the sun.

All at once, the first droplet of yearn wets the ground, following by millions, billions, gazillions of other droplets. It's raining! Rain dances on the pavement cracked of the previous baking sun. Rain frolics on the roofs. Rain streams on the streets. Rain sings the song of forever purity.

Everything stirs to life. The tiny flowers raise from the carpet of grass which is covered by silver droplets to welcome rain. Clinging on the tree bark, the butterflies wave their broad kaleidoscope-like wings. All the evidences of the burning sun are now washed off. The gloomy scenery turns into a lively riot of fresh colours as rainbow spears across the sky.

...

Oi, stop dreaming! Haish, I really need to eliminate this habit, lol.

Ordinary

2009-06-04T04:14:00.000-07:00

Oài, đời!

Sáng này mock SS test. Full paper. 1h30m. Viết như điên. Cái tay vẫn còn chưa lành lặn sau geog test hôm qua mà vẫn phải làm việc hết công suất. Làm xong bài thì tay cũng cứng đơ. Lại được cô Wei Jie gõ gõ, "Did u finished?" Ái dồi ôi đau cứ gọi là đau đến tận marrow. Đã thế buổi tối bác Chan Bông Lan lại bonus thêm cho cháu nó 1 bài compo. Thế là về đến nhà tay phải của con bé tê liệt luôn, không cử động nổi.

Đêm hôm qua ngồi học tiếng tàu với Huang Ying. Cô ta dạy câu nào mình nhớ câu đấy, kinh phết.
"Wah, u'r learning very fast. I didn't expect Chinese to be that simple for foreigners..."
"Well, it's kinda... not so hard for me." [cười cười]
"Yeah, u'r born to learn Chinese. If u'r Chinese, there's a chance that ur Chinese language could be better than me."
Ouch.

Ngày mai là hạn cuối đóng tiền đi prom. Haish, chắc là mình không đi được rồi. Mình phải về nhà :D. Bây giờ có cho mình đi miễn phí prom thì mình cũng chẳng muốn đi. Vì có đi thì cũng chẳng biết ngồi với ai. Lớp thì chẳng thân với ai, mang tiếng là yêu nhau lắm đấy nhưng mà chẳng qua cũng chỉ là phép lịch sự thôi. Còn với cả nhà thì... Haish, không biết có cho mình ngồi cùng không :P. Dạo này nói chuyện với cả nhà cũng thấy khó khăn gượng gạo.

Để cái status trên facebook: Tổ sư, bố đêk muốn làm trẻ emo mà đời treat bố như kẹc. Chợ búa nhỉ? Vu vơ thôi nhưng mà công nhận dạo này mình emo thật. Không phải emo tiêu cực rạch tay rạch chân nhốt mình trong tủ quần áo khóc đâu nhớ. Đây là emo kiểu tích cực. Tức là càng emo thì cháu càng chăm học. Chăm học để xóa cái cảm giác là mình đang một mình. Nó work to a certain extent. Tức là lúc học thì hăng lắm, ngoan lắm, productive lắm. Nhưng học xong thì mới nhận ra sự thật phũ phàng là chẳng có ai cạnh mình cả. Đau phết.

Thỉnh thoảng mình rất là ghen với mọi người nhớ. Như kiểu chị Hằng í, depressed 1 tí là cả đám xúm vào lo lo lắng lắng. Như kiểu em Nhung với Oh no í, lúc nào cũng lo cho nhau. Như kiểu Poo í, ai cũng yêu Poo vì Poo rất là nóng bỏng cơ. Như kiểu Phê í, Phê ko xuống ăn thì mọi người ăn cũng thấy không ngon. Như kiểu Tiam với Boong í, đúng là một cặp trời sinh. Như kiểu Mia với Phồn í, mẹ trẻ và mẹ trẻ học việc, rất là vui. Như kiểu... [Cái này là hoàn toàn subjective nhá, point of view của riêng mình thôi, đã nói rồi, emo mà, toàn nghĩ linh tinh thôi]

Uizzz, nói tóm lại là có mỗi mình solo, tại vì mình ko muốn pair up với 1 người nào đó cũng cùng tên với mình. Thỉnh thoảng nhào vào threesome với pair nào đó xong tự nhiên thấy mình vô duyên [blush] cho nên lại đi ra.

17 days to 17

2009-05-31T06:55:00.000-07:00

[Sniff]

It's exactly 17 more days before I reach 17. Yup, very old hor?? Some ppl even older than me what... Yet, seriously, I don't want to get any older. I didn't even have my sweet sixteen birthday yet!!! Well, actually I did, but it's a combined birthday party with another friend of mine. And it was like almost 2 months after my real birthday. Hmm. A bit sad. I truly expected my 16th birthday to be something special. But it turned out to be quite bad and I still remember how much I had cried that day. It was my fault, really [blush]. And I think since everyone has a bad memory about my 16th birthday, I shall not expect my 17th birthday to be something special. Maybe there's no need to celebrate. It's just another day for most ppl on earth, except for me and mommy. We have the same birthday, cool rite?

So here's the plan for my birthday [by that time it shall be into holiday already, I may still have bridging course, but...]

1. On 16th June, I shall stay up until 12pm. Then I'll go to the toilet, look at myself in the mirror... and smile. Then I'll take my picture in pyjamas. I'd better wear my favourite pink pyjamas on that day.

2. On 17th June morening, I shall wake up early and have a good breakfast. Then I'll go to the minimart and buy 8 lolipops [8 is my lucky number]. Then I'll check my phone, coz my parents probably would sms me in the morning

3. Prepare all stuffs needed to go out if there's no school. I'll conduct a tour around Singapore for myself. Nah, I won't have enough time. I'll travel along the red line MRT then. My first station will be City Hall [take picture in Esplanade], then Dhoby Ghaut [for Spotlight], then Orchard [for a movie, maybe], then Novena [for doughnut], then Toa Payoh [for Popular], then junction 8 in Bishan [for... fun], then Ang Mo Kio hub [for minitoon and precious thoughts and...] and then back to Newton. By the time I'm back to Newton, it shall be at about 9pm.

4. As long as I'm back home, I'll take a cold shower. Then I'll apply moisturising cream. Then I'll look at myself in the mirror again, and smile.

5. After all, a deep sleep would be nice.

Don't read on please, this is a little secret, I'd better write it in my own language

,omj nipm ;s,/ vjsmv vjsmh so mjp mhsu domj mjsy vis omj fsi/ ,omj dr mvjo p ,py ,omj yjpo/ nipm lomj ljimh/ ljpmh so jori fipv ,omj jry/ vhsnh so ,ipm mpo vjium bpo ,omj/ ljpmh so jori ,omj jry/ nipm lomj ljimh/

It's not random, ok? It actually has a certain order. It's a combination of Vietnamese and computer keyboard related skills [sound very trim, haha]. Anyone can understand is my soulmate. I don't believe in soulmate, and so far no one has proven to me that I'm wrong.

Migration

2009-05-30T00:43:00.000-07:00

Yeah yeah yeah... Yahoo 360 sucks, so I move my house to blogspot.

Just back from Open house. It's super duper fun fun fun. I played with some chemicals and accidentally pour sulphuric acid on my left hand (dilute acid). It's dang itchy now. Got cerium ammonium spilled on my skirt. Amazingly my skirt turns violet and then to maroon... I award myself a crystal garden. It's actually the building up of some salts. It looks like small water plant. Quite fascinating. Then I got free burger for lunch while watching the choir performing at the amphi theater. I know it doesn't sound quite enjoyable but I devote myself to little things, keke.

Well, it's june holidays, but as a sec 4, I'm not allowed to rest. In fact, I have 2 extended weeks at school, as in... inofficial school days yet even more tiring than normal school days. I have to stay at school until 2.40pm, after that got english bridging course some more No PE, CE, mother tongue... Haish, sec 4 life just sucks to the core. I really have no idea what will it be like to go to JC. I may commit suicide for being overstressed.

Anyways, better start accelerate now. Exam's coming soon.
Homework list:
1. Bukit Panjang emath prelim paper
2. Revision for geog and ss test.
3. 4 English comprehension.
4. Lit preperation for lecture.
5. Self-study ammonia chapter
..................

Oh yeah, my birthday is coming soon. 17th. I dont expect anyone to remember... Sometimes it's just nice having a birthday party of your own. Maybe I'll order a cake for myself and eat it alone :P
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Diversity's dance act
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pg3fvanDDc