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29 January 2007


"I have markers, seven different shades of shit.
So what's your favourite colour, punk?"

My inspiration for this post was basically this line *gestures up* from the new B-Side from MCR (the song's 'My Way Home Is Through You', BTW) and this tickle quiz I took a few days back.

It mentioned how I was 'more sinful than an average person'.

I admit it, I am a sinner.

I might have changed for the better in some ways, but I still do have lots of stuff that I'll burn in hell for.

Nahhhhh.

Anyway, I decided to touch on the topic of the Seven Deadly Sins in a rather personal way.
It's really therapeutic digging up the ugly side of yourself.

Trust me, I do that every single day.

Of course, whatever I did was nothing as serious as what the real Sins refer to, but hey, let me reflect a bit here.

Pride
I can be very swollen headed. Yes I know. You don't have to tell me that. I disgust myself with my huge ego at times. I'm not sure if being stubborn is considered as pride, but it is very hard for me to say sorry sometimes...or even give in. I just can't bring myself to admitting that I am wrong. It makes me feel inferior. I sound like a prick, don't I?

Lust
I'd rather keep this personal. Not like I have anything scandalous or x rated to hide, but errrrr...you get it.

Gluttony
Evidence for this would be my fat ass. Well, maybe genes should be 'credited' too, but I was such a pig during those puberty years. I've lost over 5kg from my past weight and am in the healthy weight range, but I still am trying to lose more to eliminate that big bottom of mine. Sheesh.

Sloth
I am the world's biggest procratinator and have the mentality 'Why go out and spend a few useless hours when you could stay home and rot?' I hate doing tedious assignments and try my best to avoid lots of physical activity or anything to do with camps. Funny thing is that I was a Girl Guide. Poor, poor me.

Envy
I am a monster. A green eyed one. I get jealous of people when either I, number 1, don't like them, or number 2, can do something that I have banked all my hopes and dreams on better than me. It's not healthy because envy = unfair criticisms = hate = KABOOM.

Greed
I can't say that I am very guilty of this one because firstly, money isn't something I lust over or am willing to kill someone for. Next, the simplest things in life make me happy. So that's that.

Wrath
Woah. Where do I begin? My close friends should know how angry I can get. Actually, what everyone sees is a very toned down version of myself. You would not want to see me when I am very angry. It ain't pretty. Plus, I dislike people very easily. Just be a total ass and you're blacklisted. But the good thing about me is that I forgive and forget extremely easily too. All you have to do to make me love you again is to just be nice and not be like the douche bag that you were before. Easy peasy.

So that's it eh?

Can't say that this post is super interesting or anything.

But I hope that at least you'd get inspired enough to check back on which of these sins you've commited.

That's all for now, loves.

Ciao.


18 January 2007


Yep, it's me again!

This one's gonna be pretty short, because I'm lazy like that.

Anyway, today in Theatre Studies and Drama, we had a script to look at. It was a typical high school bitch gang giving others hell...you know how that goes.

And that makes me wonder.

Why are there such people around?

Regardless of how many movies/books/tv shows etc that depict these horrible people suffering retribution, there is ALWAYS, ALWAYS, some clique in every high school that are either bitchy, bimbotic, two faced, or worse, ALL THREE.

I just love how those people could sit through these movies without feeling a pang of guilt or, in an extreme case - suffer a mental breakdown, run to the nearest church (or whatever religious places are around) and offer to serve as a priest/nun/monk/whathaveyous.

But wait.

This is just a GENERAL observation.

I'm not pinpointing any particular clique or whatever.

Honestly, if you feel offended in any way, it's probably your guilty conscience talking. So HA HA.

So...this song goes out to all the pricks in this world.

NOBODY LIKES YOU.


DEAD! - My Chemical Romance

Yeah!

And if your heart stops beating
I'll be here wondering
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this

Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway

Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned.
And wouldn't it be great If we were dead?
All dead.

Tongue-tied and oh so squeamish
You never fell in love
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this

Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand?
And wouldn't it be great if we were dead?

And in my honest observation
During this operation
Found a complication in your heart
So long, 'Cause now you've got (now you've got)
Maybe just two weeks to live
Is that the most the both of you can give?

One, two, one two three four!
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Well come on,
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!

Oh motherf***er,
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)

If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing?

If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)

If like ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why am I dead?
DEAD!

Peace out, people.


14 January 2007


"Tell me I'm a bad, bad man."

Alrighty, alrighty.

I've been M.I.A. (Missing In Action, if you didn't know) for quite a while..almost two weeks. Whoa.

So I've been doing great, I found new friends in my new school and they're awesome. But of course, I still miss all the wonderful times I had last year with THAT BUNCH OF PEOPLE (you know who you all are) in school. *tear*

I've promised a rather interesting blog topic to some of you who have talked to me recently, but it was too heavy for my currently lagging brain. SORRY! I'll get it up soon enough, I promise.

Life is good. I have a good life plan that I totally love and I really can't wait to start learning the stuff that's gonna equip me with the knowledge, etc etc.

This post has been called 'Filler' as it really IS a filler because I was feeling guilty about not updating my blog regularly.

I used 'Number One' because I know very well there are gonna be more of these.

I'm such a forward thinker, aren't I?

Okay, enough of this useless nonsense.

I've just watched 'The Exorcism Of Emily Rose' on tv (I'm THAT slow) and it completely spurred on my whole interest in exorcism all over again.

You know, when you watch it as a movie, it still is really hard to imagine it being real although the movie clearly states that it was based on the true story of Anneliese Michel, a young Catholic woman from Germany who died in 1976 due to demonic possession.

So realising that possession is real and can happen to anyone is very scary. VERY.

I am sure that Atheists feel 'Aw, all this demon/angel stuff is built on pure imagination', but with such solid instances and with them happening everywhere, to people with various religions, the reality of heaven and hell is REAL.

Gosh, just reading all this makes me shiver.

I don't think I'll copy/paste the wiki stuff I'm reading now, so I'll just leave some links.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exorcism
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demonic_possession

Read them, and then think about how we are all vulnerable.

Sorry if I made you lose sleep or something :]

Mmkay, take care and God bless! Mwah.


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