Chatty Lass

But as I read the writings of Miss Frank, I began to see the world in a different light. In my

sometimes judgemental mind, the questions of why-s often surface. Why can't the leaders think properly and make less-troublesome decisions for the people? or Why do I have to go through this just because of...?

I resolved to this, To shrink myself from that thought. I still love life in spite of everything and I would still love life, even if I were to die tomorrow because as I reflect back, I have lived life to the fullest. Certainly there are things where I wish I could change, but none that I have regrets on.

The world today is what it is. I pictured it to be more, this world. If only people can see through the eyes of Anne Frank, then who knows...

The world Anne Frank envisioned could be the world that you and I know we pictured of...

I have been so caught up with so many things going on that I hardly have the time to catch a breather. Now that I can finally settle down to catch my breath (but this week is gonna be hectic for me, no less), I'm gonna write on something that I have been meaning to talk about for some time already.

I was surfing through the Net and I came across a site where names of the celeb's children are listed, and to say that some of them might not be in their right mind when naming their kids is an understatement.

So, I have made a list and compiled, for your reading pleasure the most absurd names (in my opinion).

In descending order,

No.5 :Henry Günther Ademola Dashtu Samuel, Johan Riley Fyodor Taiwo Samuel
Well, subtlety is clearly unheard of for this celeb couple. Those are the names for Seal and Heidi Klum's boys.

No.4 : Poppy Honey, Daisy Boo
There is 'Don't play with your food' but not 'Don't name your kids after your food'. Simmer on that, Jamie Oliver.

No.3 : Camera (daughter)
You poor girl, I guess your parents (Arthur and Jeanne Ashe) got carried away with the invention that they decided to name you in honor of that. But at least be thankful you're not Penn and Emily Jilette's daughter..


Which brings me to,


No.2 : Moxie Crimefighter
Whatever happened to naming your child being a gift to his/her life ? When your little girl grows up, she's gonna wish your trick to make people disappear will work on her. She will, trust me. I would, if my name was Moxie Crimefighter.

But, all these names could not outdo this one. I have saved the best for the last.

Drumroll, please... And the Oscar goes to,



No. 1 : Bluebell Madonna
Naming your kid after the Queen of Pop? You have got to be kidding me. And Bluebell? This actress cum singer once made a statement saying that she would support her daughter despite of 'whatever she wants to do in the future'. Well, good luck to that, because little Bluebell will need all the support she can get from the person gave her a name befitting a dairy cow. The celeb? Geri Halliwell.

A change is taking place in my life. In fact, this year has been life-altering and my eyes are opened to a new dimension, my faith challenged to a new level.

The number of occupants in my home decreased from 7 to 6 to 5 and now, only the four of us (Daddy, Mummy, sis and yours truly). When there were the seven of us, the house seemed a little crammed with limited privacy. When I came home today, I came back to a startlingly empty house and the realisation finally sank in.

My paternal grandpa passed away the morning of my birthday after about a year of battling nose cancer. He was a quiet and reserved man, with very few words but his love for me was evident through his actions. As I recalled the days where he took the effort to buy me breakfast or giving me piggy-back rides when I was younger, tears just flowed freely.

My maternal grandpa then passed away recently, less than a month ago.

Going through two funerals a year is devastating but at the same time for me, it was an eye-opener. To cherish life, take full advantage of the time to appreciate loved ones, friends and family alike.

As I am writing this post, tears welled up in my eyes. I have not said and talked much to anyone about this but I do miss my grandpa-s very much. They were people very dear to my heart.

And yesterday morning, my maid (who was also considered as part of the family) left for Indonesia, back to her land and family. Usually upon returning home, she'll be at the door but today, no smiles and greetings. Just a wooden door.

There are gonna be a number of changes in my life. I'm viewing this as a new chapter in my life.

A fresh start, a new beginning, a new season. The previous chapter has ended, and this calls for a fresh page on the book. With new ink, another story is chronicled.

As I returned home after college, I figured I'd watch a movie.

I looked through The Home's dvd collection and chanced upon The Notebook. I heard rave reviews about this movie being tear-jerkingly romantic.

I must say this is my favourite romance movie, so far. It is simple yet incredibly romantic. The fundamental value of what true love really is, is expressed in the most radical way possible.

Let me start by saying, I am a cynic. A staunch believer that 'love' at first sight does not occur, and probabilities of it happening is one in a million.

Neither do I believe that a fat man suiting up in red and white, with a long white beard (sometimes braided, in certain versions) sending gifts to children during Christmas is real. Yes, I do not believe in Santa Claus.

Men of Noah Calhoun's breed are greatly diminishing, almost extinct in fact. And if I ever end up with such a guy (that is to say he is a sold-out romantic and looks as rugged as Ryan Gosling), chances are I would be pinching myself till there are bruises all over me to register in my thick skull that I am not dreaming. But then again, probabilities of that occuring is next to impossible.

Haagen-Dazs..

I love Haagen-Dazs, it's the best ice-cream in the world. I do not eat it as often as I'd like to, well only because I want to watch my figure. Seriously, continual eating of this will add inches to your waistline more quickly then you can say, "Fat".

Nestled within the folder were....



and


My very own card ( with my name printed on, no less ) as well as a FREE voucher.

Mail No. 2

Christian Dior ( monthly mag )

To those not in the know, I love the parfums of Christian Dior. I also adore the couture and jewellery. Too bad I can't afford it right now, but maybe 5 or 6 years down the road, I might be able to get my hands on some of the gorgeous runway pieces.

To get to what is actually the main point of today's entry is, life is not just meant for us to live by. Sure, being surrounded by all the beautiful things in life is wonderful. I love make-up, I love clothes and shoes, I love perfumes, I love many other things. But, are these things eternal? Are they everlasting? Does loving them make me any better as a person?

The answer as you very well know it, is no. So, what are these things for? These are items that only give us temporary fulfillment, with no eternal purpose. We splurge on them and buy them as presents or treats. That's awesome but we must be careful to not let them become the centre of our focus, our primary attention.

Many of you might not want to admit it, but what I've just mentioned is very true. We spend our money and buy stuff we like when we are happy as well as when we are down. We feel the euphoria and thrill when we first purchase it. But one week down the road, one month later, it wears off. The excitement is not there anymore. We end up craving and yearning for more. I speak of this from my heart, I know exactly how it feels like because I've been there before.

Let me suggest to you, to invest in something that you will never regret of and will leave you feeling contented for life: Jesus Christ.

He will fill up all your thirsts and hungers that you will never go hungry and dry again, for He is the wellspring of life. He is eternal, He is everlasting. And, He loves YOU.

Invest in Him today =)

Blessings, Melissa.

Well, here I am again. This is unusual, a first as a matter of fact, that I am posting two entries in a day. But I have to let off steam. I was cheerful and chirpy as a bird this morning but not as for right now. This Chatty Lass has to rant to release the steam that is coming out her ears. It is all due to something that occurred sometime from 3 till 5pm today.

I made a promise to myself as well as my parents that I am gonna be more civil with my tongue, making less critical remarks and not string up several words or adjectives to form a more ‘articulate’ sentence to describe a situation or person. Now don’t get me wrong, by saying ‘articulate’ sentence, I do not mean profanity. I do not swear. Period.

But for this particular person to make his debut in my blog, he must have done something. Something that completely touches my heart or something absolutely annoys me. Take your pick...

Now, I had a tutorial on Introduction to Mass Communication at 3. I was rather excited to learn more of the course that I signed up for so naturally, I entered the class with enthusiasm. But unfortunately, the college assigned a less-enthusiastic lecturer to be the upper hand. Big mistake. To say that he is boring would be the understatement of the year.

What makes me say that?

1. His tone is monotonous.
Scratch that. He IS monotonous. Everything about him is. Trust someone like him to completely suck the living juice out of you. He sounds like a radio with a dying battery. His voice has the same effect to me as listening to a Jessica Simpson record: Painful.

2. He does not move.
I’m serious! If his lecture is 2 hours, he would stand in the same position without moving for that period of time. It seems as though he’s screwed to the floor and when the span of the lesson ends, he unscrews himself and moves around like us normal beings again.

3. He likes to use ‘The’.
There’s nothing wrong in using ‘the’, you might say. But when ‘the’ is the only article used in a 2–hour lecture, tell me to my face that it will not annoy you.

I can go on and on but I am gonna be a ‘civilised’ person and stop it right there, for now. There might be more updates, so stay tuned.

Thank you for listening. I am feeling much better now =)

Alright alright, I have not vanished from the face of the Earth.

I've been catching up on movies. I went to watch Death Race. It's a good show, well on the account that there's Jason Statham and great graphics. I would have liked it much better if they had raced with cars though, instead of those giant monster trucks doubling up as killing machines.

Then, there was the premiere of The Love Guru. From the movie trailer, it looked like a funny plus watch-worthy movie. Annie and I wanted to watch it but Daddy beat us both to it. He bought the DVD. The show was completely and utterly senseless, and not to mention downright silly. Some of the jokes made, doesn't even make any sense. Watch it only if you are a die-hard Jessica Alba fan or you'd like to watch Justin Timberlake in his first comedy stint.

*For those of you looking for a show to have a good laugh over, there's always White Chicks and The Pink Panther and I would like to throw in another recommendation : Death At A Funeral.




Moving on, presenting my latest muse..




And lastly, I've been showing him off and telling him to everyone I know but I have not officially introduced him to all of you. This is the love of my life.