Hello Blog.

Currently due to the HSC, much of my social life as well as my internet explorer life has been put on a halt.
But I'm back for a short period of time to brief you all in on what has been happening since I last blogged.

So in exactly two weeks: It is my last day of high school, my year 12 graduation, my year 12 formal AND may I add MY 18th Birthday. Not that anyone really celebrates an 18th per say, it's more of a period of recognition for your legal right to drink and party and do all the crazy things adults do. So I, following the true tradition of all 18 year olds, have decided to spend my final day of year 12 being a 17 year old kid enjoying their formal and graduation and ultimately ignore the fact that I have aged a bit further... a year closer to my retirement and death... YAY! -.- (note the sarcasm).
So anyways, in 14 days, I am attempting to soak up every last bit of year 12 while simultaneously trying to cram in as much study as I can just to ensure that the HSC doesn't slip away from me.
Amongst all this drama I have also the worry of the formal which may I add has consumed a great deal of my time.
During the two week holidays prior to my trials, my mother and I decided to go formal dress hunting which was a disaster. So in my final week of the holidays I turned impulsive and bought a dress which I'm not sure if I'm entirely satisfied with. But anyways I decided I would try to glam it up and turn it into an up beat dress with sophistication and class. Obviously me saying it doesn't necessarily mean it will happen but anyway I'm trying.
So today I spent about 2 hours shopping for matching jewellery to compliment my not so 'up beat' dress. I came home a defeated soldier my friends. Not a single thing to be found. May I also add I haven't even found a clutch bag to carry to the formal. So camera, wallet, phone... be ready to be stuffed into my strapless bra on the night!

One positive amidst all the negativity is that I have finally decided, after much scrutiny, what I shall be doing with my hair.
YES that's right folks... I have a plan. It's not much really, in fact it's rather ordinary... some people may not even feel the slightest bit hyped about it. BUT I AM!
I have convinced my mom, after trying about 10 different hair styles, that considering I am partially bald since I chopped my hair off in '09... my best option for the formal is for me to have long hair. And since miracles don't occur over night especially for me, I am getting HAIR EXTENSIONS! WHOOOO
Yes that's the ordinary life I live y'all. The most exciting part about my day is the fact that I get to purchase fake horse hair and attach it to my dead roots so that I can look half decent at my formal, on my 18th birthday.

Anyway enough of the bitch session from the diary of a teenage drama queen.
I'm glad to say that even though school is ending and I will miss some of my teachers, I will miss the immaturity and convenience of school...
I will be ever so glad that the HSC is over. After 13 years of non-stop, 5 days a week schooling... I am finally leaving to start life in the big world. Pretty exciting :D
So anyways I think that sums up the recent activity in my life. How's your's hanging? (That's rhetorical... don't answer)

Fuck off life, just for a little while.

Sometimes for no particular reason as such, things just begin to bother you.
I'm generally a person with a rather high tolerance threshold however when you are a person like myself, you begin to bottle up things... feelings, emotions, fears, tears... stress and pretty much when that lid from the bottle comes flying off; you've officially become a complete wreck on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Okay just before we begin jumping the gun here or anything, I'll just clarify that 'no' I'm not on the verge of a mental breakdown 'cause my lids gone flying.
But I have begun to realise somethings in life are simply just explainable and that's what begins to bug that fuck out of you.

So for starters, hello to you all. Haven't blogged in ages so I gathered I should welcome myself back to this world as I needed some form of venting to channel rage in the most positive way possible and what better way than to write or blog about it right?
Well to be honest I could begin to list a fuckload of things that annoy me, including several names of people who I just cannot tolerate. However I've decided to keep this as bittersweet and as far away from critical as possible, considering some of my black listed people may actually be reading this.
Anyways there really is no purpose for this post just to let my mind go straight head first into a stream of consciousness writing/typing as I really can't be bothered talking to anyone of this.
So I'll leave it there. As for next time, I hope I am feeling a bit more entertaining than I am at the moment but I sure hope to come back and blog more often...
Ciao amigos.

A 'Mels' Best Friend

So lately I've been contemplating and drawing lists of all the possible 18th birthday gifts I could ask for from my family, after all it is my big 18th right?
And I finally decided on what I want...

It's got four legs
Comes in two genders
Occasionally referred to as a 'bitch'
And barks...

Yup that's right folks... I want a DOG!
It's something that I've actually been wanting for a while but my mother who hates all things that aren't human, despised the idea all along. But now considering it's my 18th birthday and on my birthday it also happens to be my year 12 Graduation and formal... I think I pretty much hit a triple-whammy and can almost ask for anything I want.
So my considerate mom has given in and agreed to a dog. There are conditions however (as always with Indian parents)...
The dog must be friendly ('cause apparently people tend to look for aggressive dogs *note the sarcastic overtone*)
The dog must be kept outside the house at all times
I must feed, clean & care for the dog at all times (regardless of if I'm on my death bed or likewise)
And the dog must be sizeable and appropriate to my mother's standards... which basically means it must literally be the size of her thumbnail as she fears big dogs!

Other than that I'm free to do whatever! :)
So I've decided what dog I want... It shall be a Golden Retriever!
I know, they tend to grow large but I reckon they're friendly cute dogs which I strongly believe my mom could actually grow to like!
Now the hard part is deciding a name for my future dog.
I've devised a list, however I think I like all the names so I'm stuck all over again.
Ollie (Oliver)
Coco
Hector
Boots
Hero
Meemo
Niko
Pebbles
Gatsby
Bingo
Buddy
Elmo
Oscar
Galileo
Kibbles
Nugget
Oreo
Polo
Picasso
Pickles
Bullet

Long list right? Yup... each and every one of those names excite me!
Oh well crunch on it for a while bloggers and maybe in a week or so I will have decided or at least cut down the list to possibly 3 preferences :)
Till next time, 'cause my hand is sore from typing now.... Keep cleans folks!

Melissa

Because they are of the gay... and you are in the entertainment business

Fuck oath it has been long since I have blogged!
If anything y'all should all feel priviledged that for a while you were free from the burden of reading my essays...
But since I like bursting other peoples bubbles, I'm back bitches!
Okay well to be honest I'm not actually "back" persay but I like to feel a sense of superiority once in a while so I'll just go along with the initial statement I made! :)

So as y'all who are also sitting your goddamn HSC this year would already know, that currently HSC half yearlies are raping students up the ass around the state.
Unfortunately I am also a victim to studying and exams so I guess that could help explain my latest absence from blogger perhaps.
Well anyways HSC half yearlies are almost over, well for some it is over but for me the fucker who decided to do sujects that'd make me look like an intellectual, I still have 3 more exams to go... all of which may I add are one after the other next week starting from Monday all the way through to Wednesday... JOY!
So at the moment I actually have this entire week off excluding the Tuesday which just passed on which day I sat my G Maths exam... and by G yes I do mean General but hey that G can be interpreted as Gangsta too nameeen?
Well anyways so yes pretty much this week I shall be dedicating myself to endless hours of reading and reading and oh yeah did I mention reading? my Biology, Pdh and Legal studies notes over and over again until my brain decides to take a photograph of every word typed on each of those 32 pages so that I can remember all my content and ace those homo exams...
But obviously you all know I never stick to my word so day 1 of staying home to study was well lets say "semi-productive" considering I learnt 1 topic for Bio and I still have 1 more to go along with a shitload of work for Pdh and Legal.

Well let's forget all that bull shit and talk holidays...
I'm waaaaay pumped for Bali! To be precise there are bleft till I finally land in Bali and get to rip of my clothes and flaunt around Kuta beach for 5 days in nothing but my bikini YAY.... wait till my mother sees the photos on Facebook, she will faint at the sight....
Oh well her fault for adding me as a "friend" on Facebook, well understanding that I'm a 17 year old teen who does seem to have a life so hey deal with the repercussions of being a mom to a daughter with hormones and an urge to PARTAY 24/7 with foreigners she may never meet again in her life!

Anyways currently it is 1:20am and I'm not quite knocked out as I usually would expect to be by this hour, so I sat down about 2 hours ago to watch the dvd which I hired of Russell Peters comedy gala.
Gosh if you haven't seen this guy.. I swear to allah y'all are missing out!
He takes racism to a whole new level and the fact that he does it so openly, even to his own race, makes him that much more of a legend.
AND guess what guys... I get to see him on May 20th for his Australian Comedy show... how awesome is that!!!
Yes I know some people may not be as excited but I'm a major comedy buff so I get a huge kick out of stand-up comedians who set a stage on fire even if it is by dissing their own race :)

Ooh since I haven't covered much about me lately I thought I'd may as well throw in the past event that I attended over the weekend. It was the McGrath Foundations Golden Slipper Day at the Races at Rosehill Racecourse. No I wasn't amongst the A-list attendees list nor was I directly invited. But since I am a volunteer for the McGrath Foundation I was asked to go along and help out for the day.
I was pretty excited to be honest. Although I have previously participated in charity causes, this was my first real charity event amongst the elite class of Sydney and quite frankly who wouldn't be excited to get the chance to mingle with cricketers and models and hot random men who are all suited up with ties holding a glass of whisky or scotch.
The day lagged a bit after a while but that's mainly because standing around for 5 hours straight with no food, no drinks not even a seat to sit on and having a constant smile plastered to your face... isn't exactly a rejuvenating experience and after the first hour of being there, the fatigue kicked in.
But on the bright side I did get to meet and greet Glen McGrath himself as well as his new chicka and a couple of other cricketers whom I can recognise by face but have no clue who on earth they are considering I have no interest in following cricket :) Ooh and I also got to meet Miss Universe Australia... Rachel Finch... Yes boys you can begin jizzing your pants about now!

Okay I know I should probably finish up now but I also wanted to mention this whole fuss about "Supafest" or "Jamfest" or whatever "fest" these dickheads are having. People are going loco on the streets since the word has spread about the whole RnB clan heading out to Sydney for a shindig that'd apparently go down in history. I get it that Jay Seans coming but to be honest he'd probably be the ONLY one out of all those mofos who are coming that I'd wanna see... and that's not because I admire him or anything but it's because his Indian... and his from the UK.
It's not everyday we Australian Indians get to meet an Ukranian Indian who happens to know how to decently compose a song without throwing in cheesy curry phrases you'd expect in a 4 hour long Indian film!

Okay then I think I've talked enough now and covered majority of the events of the past 3 weeks in which I haven't blogged.
So till next time toodalooooo amigos!

Melissa

P.S: Screw quoting today... instead I recommend y'all head out and rent yourself a copy of any of Russell Peters Comedy dvds.
I assure you, you will not be disappointed!

Fuck this I'm going to Hogwarts!

Headlines this week:
Melissa Kanti is going on a Facebook strike!

Yes folks, I've concluded after 3 or so years of being an active member of Facebook, that indeed... Facebook is the core of all distractions for me!
Took me a while to realise that one eh?

Well considering it's HSC year and Facebook doesn't ease the procrastination period, I've decided that I'm just going to stop using it in order to increase the level of productivity my studying receives and to also challenge myself to see how much I really am addicted to Facebook.
And I know y'all must be thinking, "hold that thought, if this chicks had Facebook for about 3 years, how on earth will she go on this strike?"
It's actually quite simple.
Throw in a million or so teenie bopper sluts aged somewhere between 12-16, a whole Indian community and a couple of dumbass try hards, and trust me Facebook no longer seem that appealing.
It's actually sad 'cause back in the "dim darks" when I joined Facebook, people were sane and well composed. Now Facebook is nothing short of a teenage porn site for children who finally realised Bebo was pathetic and decided to sign up for something free called Facebook- which may I add, they probably had no clue how to use!

So now I've decided to only use Facebook to upload photos of me doing my "thang" out and about, just so I can make those Facebook dependent addicts burn a bit after seeing how supposedly "awesome" my life is...
Yeah I sound very cruel, don't I?...
Oh well I can be cynical when I want, build a bridge and get over it!

Anyways not much has happened over this weekend.
I've had the intention all weekend to study like a crazy maniac and become a total book worm, but like you all probably know by now... I don't stick to my word when it comes to studying.
But on the brightside, even though I didn't become Albert Einstein over these past 2 days, I did get alot of general school work done which leaves me plenty of time to cram for my upcoming HSC half yearlies... OH THE JOY!

So perhaps I should head back to that totally enticing pile of books laying on my dining table and give "studying" another shot eh?
Rightios then better wrap it up here...
Till next time folks keep clean & here's my quote for the day
"The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become." - Charles DuBois

Melissa

Need Inspiration? Stick a poster on your wall you moron :)

HIYA!

I'M GAY AND I HAVE AN ILLEGIT LOVE CHILD LIVING IN THAILAND WITH HIS FATHER WHO IS A PART-TIME LADYBOY!

That is all...

Okay nope I'm totally kidding about that little introduction, okay perhaps not the second bit about my illegit love child but let's just forget about that for a while...
So now that I have your attention...

You know your totally fucked over by the HSC when you realise:
a) You've got a pile of homework, assignments and study stacked on your table like the height of the Eiffel Tower
b) You can barely have a conversation with anyone without raging about how much things you have to do and how little time you have to do it
c) Chocolate and fatty junk food becomes your prime companion
d) Pimples start forming dot-to-dot pictures on your forehead
e) Your textbook's having a conversation with you and you no longer a have a "real" social life and finally...
f) You seriously have no time to straighten your hair

All the basic signs and symptoms of a HSC screwing your life right up the backside!
Yes, I made that realisation just this week!

So with 3 or so weeks left before my HSC half-yearlies, I decided that I needed to set myself a goal and work towards it seeing as I've already lost the ability to effectively socialise with people.
But living in the 21st century with a million and one distractions to help you procrastinate, setting a goal and sticking to it, doesn't seem to be such a successful venture.
This is when I became a total douche bag and hopped on good ol'e Google and started looking for "inspirational" photos which I could print out and stick on my wall to motivate me!
Aaaannnndd let me tell you, when you type in "inspirational/motivational photos" into Google Images, you may receive a lot more than you bargained for...
If you know what I mean, and if you don't...
Jump onto Google Images when your free and perhaps when no one's around and see for yourself!
Okay so once I made my search a tad bit more "narrow" to suit my "intentions", I finally did come across some good material which I reckon may just help motivate me when the HSC comes crashing down on me (which it sorta already has but meh)!

Anyways this blog is getting too lengthy so I'm gunna cut it short now and leave you to go to Google Images and search pornographic images which are apparently "motivational"- But HEY each to their own yeah, whatever motivates you :)

Melissa
(P.S: I didn't quote anything today simply because my brain's no longer expendible especially at this early hour of the day, so instead look above and you will find my inspirational photo- sorry to anyone who expected a pornographic "motivational" image!)

All you need is another 'emotional slut' to get you through the day!

This week has been shit! Shit is an understatement of how SHIT it's actually been to be honest.
Emotional rollercoaster, pain, anger, tears, frustration and then a bit of happiness... a complete recipe for self destruction!

Yesterday my beloved cousin Deepti came over and we shared stories of the past weeks events. She had a lot to tell me and I guess I was no different...
So within half an hour of our well heated conversation, myself and my cousin made the conclusion that... YES... MEN ARE DICKS (a rather well substantiated point indeed!)
Some men are goodlooking dicks while others are not so attractive but all in all to give a round figure, generally they are just simply dicks with disguises :)
Perhaps I've gone a tad bit cynical on the whole issue but I think its because I'm going through that phase at the moment! But just to be a bit kind, there are a "few" decent, still a bit cocky and dickheadish, but decent guys out there. I guess girls just need to find the less cocky and dickheadish turd licking ones :)

So moving on, we ate a shitload of chocolate, laughed, brokedown and ate a bit more... actually ALOT more!
Then once she left, I decided to go on Facebook and began a raging conversation with my partner in crime and fellow Ancient Crusader Amy Leigh!
She's awesome 'cause we both tend to share the same outlook on life... and we've even personally named ourselves "emotional sluts" because we tend to have a very crude way of thinking when around eachother...
In some sense we rub off on eachother in both negative and positive ways. BUT I wouldn't have it anyother way!
Anyways whilst conversing with her through Facebook wall-to-walls, we established that we both want to travel (which we already knew) but furthermore we want to implement the principle of 'use & abuse', 'shag & bag', 'tap & gap', 'mac & sack' and 'get & forget' in to our lives!
This is why I'm telling you, Amy Leigh (also a fellow blogger enthusiast) is just too good!

Anyways so there really wasn't a solid point of today's blog but basically I just had to inform y'all that having a girlfriend who can back you up in all your future ventures & conquests regardless of how crude and uber-insane they are, can be very helpful to ones self-esteem and ability to become resilient.
So cheers Amy Leigh!

"Emotional Sluts for LIFE!" - Amy Leigh and Melissa

Melissa

Tomorrow the sun will come up again and perhaps I have another chance to make my life a bit better than it was yesterday...

Long title? Yeah I thought so too!
Okay so the point of today's blog is to be an idiot and just ramble on about the usual things I tend to ramble on about. So how about I start now...

Well yesterday for starters was my LAST swimming carnival EVER which was fun in some sense I guess considering I took over 200 photos of almost everything I could find and do. I wanted to dress up as a TMNT (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle) but unfortunately that idea never turned out quite as I had planned. Instead my amazing friend William or as I like to call him "Khammy" suggested we come as "b-ballers", which I thought was a brilliant idea considering I'm an NBA junkie!
So Khammy bought in his faded as hell number 32 Yellow and Purple Lakers Jersey which was about 30 sizes bigger than me and my plan was set.
However yesterday morning when I woke up "feeling like P-Diddy" (totally kidding, but I did feel like shit) I decided to not wear my b-baller get up and instead rocked up to school as plain old "MEL" and let me tell you did I look exactly like her!
Well anyways seeing as almost everyone else dressed up I decided to conform to all others and pulled out Khammy's Lakers jersey from my bag and pulled off my shirt revealing my yellow polka dot bikini to almost everyone around me... oh well had to flaunt it one day or another, correct? :)
And this is when the photoshoot rally began. For about 40 minutes, non-stop, cameras were flashing everywhere... people tend to go wild when they realise they wasted the past 5 years of their schooling life not attending the Swimming Carnival and then coming the LAST year to only take millions of luvo selfy shots of themselves doing the most crudest, awkwardest and totally random poses!
Well I won't be a hypocrite and I will openly admit I was also one of them... SHAMEFUL? Yes I know!
All in all, the swimming carnival was average, could have been better but I guess coming home to an empty house to sulk over lifes various issues was definately trumped by an average day at the carnival!

So moving on further to today. The day started off just as lame and dead as the past week has started off for me. One issue after the other, to be honest I think I cried almost everyday about a new problem or an old one recurring and biting me up the ass again. And yes today morning, like I said, was no different!
Pretty much my entire day today was a blur at school I guess you could say considering all I did was study (which I guess is "standard" for school) and attempt to smile and put on a facade for all those who kept questioning "what's wrong?"
But once I came home, things sorted out themselves. I think I'm rather pleased with myself considering I generally tend to doubt myself and see myself as a person with zero self-esteem and even lower lack of courage and bravery. But today I surprised myself and in some sense discovered a new aspect of my persona which I never thought existed!
Basically I think I'm doing well... I did expect myself to be shattered completely and become a total wreck after the events of this crazy week but surprisingly I kept myself together.
I'm not exactly smiling, nor am I totally wrecked... Hmm here's a question...
What do you call being stuck in the middle of 100 million emotions?
Well I'm in exactly that phase!

Oh well I'm hoping tomorrow will be a better day, afterall the sun comes up every morning... some mornings it's just a tad bit harder to find it amongst all those dark clouds... But me "trying" to be the ever-so-cheerful optimist, won't give up looking for that little bit of shine even if I do have to do it on my own... let's just call it being "independent"! :)

Anyways today I think I'll sign off with a quote my year 5 teacher once recited to me when I was going through a hell of a rough patch...
"It's just one day at a time" - Mrs Sharkey (My Year 5 Teacher)
(Just as a little side note... She told me that about 7 odd years ago and I've never been able to forget it... Infact it's sort of become the motto and philosphy of my life because now days that's all I have to say to reassure myself that I can overcome any obstacles, insecurities or fears that I have in my heart...
So thanks heaps Mrs Sharkey, wherever you are!)

Melissa

My Name is Melissa and I am not a terrorist, but I do know what I wanna be :)

HEY GUYS!
I'm feeling happy so once again I'm back on blogger blogging away like those typical teenagers do when they're elated/overjoyed/delighted/ecstatic/thrilled... whatever. But since I like to break the trend and not follow the black sheep (considering I am the black sheep) I shall not blog like all other stereotypical teens who attempt to be "different".

Well to be honest I've been thinking a lot now and by a lot I mean A LOT. I'm the sort of person who tends not to "overuse" their brain because like a little kid who believes in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, I also believe that over-thinking/over-analysing or alternatively not using your brain at all causes your brains fuse to die out completely.
Ooh and look at me go... totally getting off track here right?
Okay well like I was saying, yes I've been thinking a lot these days about what I wish to do for the rest of my life. I try not to think ahead of time and live my life for the present day, not for the past nor for the future... but for some reason like all final year HSC students should, I also began contemplating what I should be doing for the rest of my life...
And I have finally decided where I want my life to head :)

As you may all know or for those of you who may be totally clueless, I enjoy writing and on several occasions I have been told that my writing engages readers and perhaps I have a slight talent that could be used effectively.
Okay I'll be honest yes sometimes I slacken off in English and tend not to find analysing the way a writer or poet structured their work interesting but that's simply because none of that bullshit matters to me.
Writing should be understood in different perspectives... according to the individual, their life experiences, their age, gender and basically their personality in general. There shouldn't be no right or wrong interpretation of ones work.
I personally believe the subject English (that may I add at one stage I was "ace" at) is waaaaay over-rated and analysing what others said or thought is of no use to us. Not that I'm completely cynical or think that no writers work should be read, in fact some writers have greatly influenced me as well but I tend to have a different take on things.
I on the otherhand wish to write to influence the thoughts of others in a positive way. I wish to show people out there how beautiful life is and how much it has to offer, where we can find those little things that matter and how much more we can appreciate it.
Yes majority of my inspiration has derived from my recent trip to India which truly did have an impact on the way I perceive things but I don't want my inspiration to stop there.
I've realised I want to travel (which most of you probably already knew) and while travelling I want to learn about the history, culture and heritage about every place I go. I want to write about those native citizens in 3rd world countries who suffer injustices everyday... sort of like an advocate for human rights but doing so through my writing.
Quite clearly I haven't exactly thought this through to the full extent but like I said I've been thinking a lot and I'm pretty sure this is where I want to head in life. Maybe one day I'll become a great writer who can change the perspectives of all those pessimistic minded individuals who don't quite know how to appreciate what they have. So fingers crossed I can carry this through without changing my mind considering I have many other potential career paths I wouldn't mind taking.
Overall I've decided that everyday I want to live my life to the fullest, improve the way I feel about myself first and then change the lives of those around me... and that day I know I will be the most successful person alive, even if it means I don't have the most money in the world... as long as I can touch those around me, I shall be satisfied!

Well anyways enough rambling from me...
I hope todays blog has informed y'all about me a bit and what I want from my life :)
So for today that's all folks and as usual I'll leave you with another quote, something that all of us should remember and implement in our lives.
"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." - Abraham Lincoln

Melissa

Fat and skinny went to bed, fat rolled over and skinny was dead.

Today's headlines as seen in the Daily Telegraph...
"A fat lady kills her husband after having an arguement and sitting on him till his death"
Oh dear Lord what has the world come to?
Now days it's considered dangerous to even sit on someone?
I guess the lesson here is then never ever accept anyones invitation to sit on their lap and never allow anyone to sit on yours eh?
Okay no but honestly I don't know whether to laugh or feel sad about the poor mans death.
Apparently he only weighed 73kg while she weighed a whopping 136kg!

Okay enough about the fat lady who unfortunately stole her husband's life by simply sitting on him. Let's talk final week of school holidays!
For all those 60,000+ students who will be finishing high school once and for all this year this is a small reminder that we resume school this coming Thursday :(

But on the other hand that was my last Christmas school holidays which is depressing and exciting at the same time. I feel like I'm in the mood to celebrate the conclusion of 13 long years of schooling but then I feel like I'm getting old and I'm going to miss high school. Being spoonfed by the teachers, bludging in class, "chillbanging" in the quad at lunchtime... never gonna have that again!
Yes folks, that's all I've been doing this past week, contemplating my return to my final year of highschool. Along with the fact that I still have 1 assignment to complete :(

Well moving on. I absolutely love browsing & shopping on eBay! I never knew I'd become an eBayaholic of all things. It's actually very hazardous to my health though.
Previously I used to suffer from an illness known as "compulsive shopping"... Yes I was a serial shoppaholic! But those days are well behind me after I finally cleared my savings card to nil and my parents decided to minimise my funding.
Well just before you start jumping to conclusions and thinking that my parents are completely depriving me of all my basic human rights, occasionally they do give me the odd $20-$50 bucks luxury of spenditure :)
But in the past month or so I have become an addict to eBay. It all started very briefly as I decided to browse for new bikinis and boardshorts as the good quality branded ones in shops are way too costly. And as you would probably already know eBay seems to have the answer to everyones tight budget.
So I happened to find approximately 20 odd items which I wish to purchase =\
And now I'm in a wee bit of a conundrum on which items to eliminate from the purchasing pile. But on the brightside I did decide on buying a new bikini and boardshorts which I clearly needed in the first place especially now since in April I'll be jetting off to Bali to spend a good week resting & relaxing in the heat on a beach... sporting of course my new Roxy Yellow Polka Dot Bikini and floral Roxy boardies ;]

Okay so for now that's all and I'm off to eat a hearty lunch in this odd weather.
So till next time folks here's something for y'all to crunch on in the meantime :)
"The belly rules the mind" - Spanish Proverb
Melissa

Thursday 1:18am

So I may have become an insomniac over the past 5 or so days I've been back in Australia but clearly I have a valid reason... Yes India and Singapore, thanks to you I can no longer keep in track of the time differences and have become a raging insomniac who feels like shit all day and is wide awake at night with shitloads of energy to spare. Yet another side effect of coming back from a holiday way too early!

Anyways since I'm up may as well use my time wisely, correct?
Today, or shall I correct myself and say yesterday, was a useless day, spent just as uselessly. I woke up, tried to get some work done (which obviously failed, like always) and then retired and fell asleep from 12pm till 2pm, maybe that can explain why I'm still awake now then eh?
Well after that I woke up and spent literally all afternoon slouched on our sofa watching back-to-back episodes of Gossip Girl... it sure was guilty pleasure!
To be honest (considering it's apart of my "new years resolution") I had watched all those episodes of Gossip Girl and was just awaiting the first opportunity I got to use the constantly-booked-out laptop of ours to download the season 3 episodes.
If it hadn't been for surfthechannels shit quality of videos I may not be sitting here blogging away at 1am, but unfortunately it seems like it hasn't been my lucky day afterall.

Okay so now I'm getting bored and I think the fatigue of a long day doing nothing is finally kicking in.

So ciao amigos, I think I'll skip the posting of a quote today just because its way too late for me to think of something intelligent haha :)
Melissa

God it feels shit to be home

Day 1 back at home: washed all the clothes we took overseas (even the ones we never wore), put clothes on the line to dry, took dry clothes off the line while the wet ones went in the car-port, folded dry clothes, stored away all folded clothes, began unpacking the 4 suitcases filled with indian outfits and jewellery, neatly packed them away after clearing out more than half of my old indian outfits and scrubbed all suitcases and shoes worn till clean and free from all signs of dirt or dust picked up during our time in India.
Basically that's all I did today! My back is sore from bending, my knees have locked up from those 3 flights I caught within 2 days when returning home and my head is spinning out. Amongst all this mayhem of cleaning I also squeezed in some time to begin my Legal Studies assignment, which may I add is going surprisingly well, and I also managed to fit in some time to practice my driving in time for my test which is coming soon...

Damn how I wish I were still travelling!

Well anyways while I was reminiscing about the past 10 days I spent overseas, I remembered that I hadn't listed all the many wonderful things I bought while in India and Singapore.
So here we go...
In Singapore I purchased:
- Little souvenirs for my friends and family back home
- A Nikon D3000 DSLR
and pretty much that's about it, considering my mom and sister decided to fill our suitcases with shitloads of shoes from Charles & Keith so not much else could fit!
While I'm at it I'll also give you the lowdown about what we did in Singapore. Well for starters the obvious one is shopping. Singapore's currency is much weaker than our Australian dollar hence we Australian's felt as if we were in paradise when calculating the extremely low prices on all those Gucci bags and Charles & Keith shoes and most importantly that Nikon D3000! We also visited Sentosa Island where the Merlion Tower and Underwater World is. But the most amazing thing we did was visit the Night Safari... entertainment was spectacular and the animals were beautiful at night, even though the lions and tigers were supposedly "sleeping" (*cough* sedated *cough*).
So the time we spent in Singapore was brilliant all in all!

Moving on to India then...
I purchased:
- 3 indian outfits all of which happened to be blue which I hadn't realised until we unloaded all our shopping from the van and unpacked it in the hotel
- 1 yellow designer sari (which may I add happens to be the 1st proper sari I've ever purchased)
- Couple of souvenirs for the family and friends back home
- 3 new suitcases to fit all our shopping in
- A pair of Lee Jeans
- A Lee cardigan
- Levis scarf and beanie which became very handy in India considering the temperature there ranged around 9-12 degrees almost every day!
- Bangles and other matching jewellery for our Indian outfits
And I think that sums up my shopping list. Overall I reckon I didn't buy much, I think I left all the Indian clothes purchasing to my mom considering she bought over 10 saris and 7 other indian outfits for herself alone and somewhere between 6-10 outfits for family and friends!
India was pretty awesome I must say. Even though 5 out of the 7 days we stayed in India was shamelessly spent shopping and haggling with shopkeepers in Karol Bagh and Connaught Place Dehli, the two days we weren't shopping were amazing. One of the days we visited the Lotus Temple in Dehli which was absolutely stunning however since it was a Sunday the Temple was closed so we didn't get to go inside. But outside was just as beautiful seeing all the children and mothers who live on the streets sell handcrafted items. We also saw the ever-famous India Gate in Dehli which is most well known in Indian movies in the ever-so-filmy Hindi line "We shall meet at the India gate at 3:00pm".
Besides sightseeing we visited a day spa to get our "natural Indian glow" on and just relax after spending a week running from one bazaar to another with more than 10 shopping bags in each hand!
Leaving India was sad I must say... I'll never forget the wonderful and the annoying people I got to meet while overseas and those unfortunate kids I saw on the streets of Dehli. I regret my time spent there wasn't long enough, infact I didn't even get to roam around India entirely but I'm sure one day very soon I will visit again hopefully for a much more longer time as well.

Oh and if you were wondering about the sightseeing in terms of male attractions... well that's just another aspect of India altogether! Unfortunately I don't have enough fingers to count the amount of charmers I met while abroad but I'm sure I'll remember each and every one of them... well their faces atleast!

Anyways I think todays blog has dragged out a bit too long so I'm going to sign out now with another ever famous quote.
“I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.” - Unknown Author

Melissa

Goodbye India... Namaste Civilisation!

I know it's been ages since I last posted something on my blog. Well as you all probably knew already, it was because I had voyaged off to discover a new aspect of the northern hemisphere. Yes that's right folks I indeed went to Singapore and India.
To be honest they probably were the best 10 days of the past 7 years I have had. Considering most of the past 7 years were spent dedicating myself to studying (not that this year shall be any different) and sulking over various problems in my life.

Well getting back to the main point of today's blog... Yes India and Singapore were brilliant. Infact I'm sort of wishing it hadn't ended so fast and that I were still there at this very moment.
Singapore was expected to be great due to it's ability to control it's citizens in terms of cleanliness and presentation of their country but it still never seized to impress me regardless. The place is absolutely stunning with thousands of 100 metre tall sky scrappers, Sentosa Island fantasies and down to earth citizens and may I also add our fabulous hotel Amara and it's spectacular scenary in the city centre.
But today I'm not going to blog about how fantastic Singapore was but instead I'm going to tell y'all about this developing country known to many as the land for "curry munchers" (and I'll be honest, I was one those skeptics about the place as well)... India!

Before even boarding the Jet Airways plane to India, I was warned by my mom, aunty and cousin to walk into that country with an open mind and not a single expectation. And so I did exactly that! But India turned out to be a real eye opener and showed me what true culture and heritage really is. The place is amazing in every possible way. Although at times it became really difficult to look around and see hundreds of small kids, from new borns to teens, living in conditions where not even animal could bare to survive, India had alot to offer.
It's difficult to attempt to place those stilled memories in my head into words to describe how different and culturally rich India truly is. Instead I would recommend all, ever considering to take a vacation, to definately visit India once in their lifetime to see how real people live and deal with real problems... who knows it might just change your perspective of life like it did mine.

Well I'm quite jet lagged after having boarded a flight yesterday morning at 8:55am and having finally reached Sydney today at 1:12pm via switching 3 flights from Dehli to Singapore to Perth to Sydney!
So I'm off but I hope tomorrow I'll be more energetic to give more details about my trip. But till then folks here's my little "welcome home" quote for the day.
“All travel has its advantages. If the passenger visits better countries, he may learn to improve his own. And if fortune carries him to worse, he may learn to enjoy it.” – Samuel Johnson

Melissa
P.s; While I still have about a minute of energy within me, I shall also mention the amount of eye candy you get when you visit foreign countries, but I shall complete this faction about "eye candy" tomorrow!

The world is going to end in 2 years anyway

Welcome to 2010 my fellow bloggers, the year that has been most anticipated, has finally arrived!
So to greet y'all today I am just going to shout out ontop of my lungs a very... HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all!

Kicking off 2010- the year where I finally graduate High School after having been schooled for 13 long years, the year I turn 18, legally get drunk, hit the clubs and most importantly the year where my fate is decided by this one paper which has printed on it several different marks, more commonly known as the HSC!
Yes indeed, this year has been strongly anticipated!

So let's talk new years resolutions, shall we?
Well to be honest I haven't got one yet. It's hard trying to decide what to give up or begin doing. But for starters I have decided that I want this year to be the best, and not just in terms of getting drunk at clubs and going to parties every weekend, I mean in terms of memories. I want to make sure that I take every opportunity I get, to cease that moment and save it in my memory forever! Yes folks, let's do that! But there's just so many things to do, so many places to go and not enough time to do it all *hyperventilates* and yes that also counts my study for the HSC which I must ensure I do not neglect amongst all this mayhem.

Hmm I don't have much else to say at the moment considering we have just started 2010 so that leaves me 364 more days to blog about my activities till this year also concludes.
So even though we have left another year behind us with a whole lot of memories, we do have a new year ahead of us. So here's your quote for the day buddies and I shall catch y'all on the flip side!
“What appears to be the end may really be a new beginning.” - Unknown Author

Melissa