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
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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!)
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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
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
Friday, February 19, 2010
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
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
Saturday, February 13, 2010
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
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
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