12 more days for Christmas. :)

2 Macc 10: 7-8

"Therefore, carrying ivy wreathed wands and beautiful branches and  also  fronds of palm,

they offered hymns 

of Thanksgiving to Him

Who had given success to the 

purifying of His own holy place." 

     ~*~ 

I know it isn't Wednesday to technically call this a #VerseEveryWednesday post but I think I haven't done a post in a long time, so I guess it's okay? 

This verse was the first one I laid eyes on when I opened the Holy Bible and it touched me especially, because I've been struggling with the lent and I know that's how it is when you have to sacrifice something you like but it's my first time and it's pretty rough. 

And people keep forgetting that I'm lenting -or pretend to- and insist on offering me sweets every now and then because its general knowledge that I like chocolates. 

I do, yes. But not when I'm trying to give them up, and for Christ's sake, don't do this to anyone taking lent. It's a cruel, cruel thing to do. 

Beauty in verse

There's this book on WattPad that has me breathless with wonder. Absolutely. Literally. I've come to the conclusion that each and every one of you reading this (even if its only one of you) READ IT. 

F.A.I.T.H. 

By JoPRbooks. 

On WattPad. 

Read it. Vote for it. 

Quickly do, my sweetums.. And tell me about how breathless you got with it. 

Taking lent, anyone?

I am trying to take a 'lent' as they call it, on sweets. Sweets meaning, candy, chocolate, pastries anything that makes for dessert. It's harder than it seems, this sacrificing. 

5 days down, 20 more to go. It would have been worthwhile some, if I lost weight along the way too but the damn weighing machine seems to want to depress me for eternity. 

I made this band (some string) to wear around my right hand -to remind me of my lent- in case my body goes on autopilot and  reaches for something I shouldn't be having. Which is happening a lot. 

My mother said she heard me crying in the night, and when she asked me why I mumbled something along the lines of "The cakes calling me but I can't move"

I think I'll survive. I hope. If I do, I'll let you know. If I don't, I'll tell my mom to let you guys know. 

Okay, so for those of you in similar conditions as mine, darlings, let's do this together. 

So painful is this love that I can't keep,

Burning my skin though I haven't touched

Cutting through my heart, cutting so deep

Your knife and my love remain clutched

So painful it is to be loved. 

Forgive the crappy poetry, I'm suffering from aglycophobia.

Of things and hence

Reckon a moment when you're balancing a lemon on a spoon (or something it's just for instance) and it's teetering and you think you've got it but then it falls off and you lose the race and you think : I saw it coming. 

(Not that you will lose, darling don't be a pessimist like me.)

Exactly then, I can see what's about to happen, I can see it coming and it's not nice.

I was talking to my mom and about possibilites, and she said,

"Don't think about the possibilities. Just think of what you want, and try to achieve it"

It's a nice ideology, yes. And I love my mom for being so encouraging, yes. But I have this problem of thinking much too far and much too deep about things and hence.

I want that great, big love. I know I'm much too young, and much too naive, but I see him there, yes?

I know the heartache and the sad days and all those cliche things that come with teenage hormone driven loves but I guess that's all it is, my great, big love will wait. For now, I want that cliche.

Don't hate me for being sentimental, it's the hormones I swear. And a little bit of tequila.

Shaken, not stirred.

#PrayforParis

How can we fix this? 

Prayer can definitely help, in offering a foundation to build a belief that things will get better. That what's happening now is just a series of unfortunate events. That with our praying, things will fix themselves. 

But here's something I think a lot of inspiring political leaders had in common when they were trying their part in making peace among nations or among people. 

We talk so much of love, but do we know much of it? Ill tell you what. 

We let ourselves get consumed by emotions so easily, and we type out long essays online but it never gets through, no body cares, online or offline. 

How do we fix this? Have you heard of "Treat others the way you would like them to treat you"? It's something I keep in mind all the time and here's something, if you're nice to someone they automatically tend to return the favour simply because its human nature and their subconscious is telling them that you're a nice person, and they have to be a nice person in return. 

Pride is just an annoying curry stain on your shirt and you have to get it out if you want to look decent. 

We can do this, humans. We can work this out. We can love each other. We can hold each other. We can listen for a while. We can offer a hand, a shoulder, a hug, some ears, a little bit of love to brighten up a day and I'm telling you we can work this out. 

If we all give up then who's going to fight? We need to keep believing in ourselves. In humanity. In universal love. 

If those bastards can keep together we can to. And we can all fight this together. We have to kill their hate with our love. They target us only because they know of this one thing, our lack of fraternity. 

But we can show them. We can. 

Love freely, please. I know no ones going to read this, but I have a burning hope for humanity and I want to make a difference however pointless it may seem. 

I love you all. 

Something I have to say.

We had a group assignment based on anything related to current affairs and my group, we were discussing some ideas and let me tell you this, (and I'm not bragging; its not a matter of pride for me) they depended on me to do the poster and the art presentation because I was the only one good at it. So, then someone comes up with the idea of doing a poster on ISIS.

ATM I was completely taken aback. Why do an assignment based on a group of monsters?
Why have anything to do with them at all? We lived in India! And there were so many other relevant topics to choose from and they choose this! I was in complete disagreement.

But then I figured, maybe they meant a poster against the ISIS, which I thought was agreeable. I would do that any day. And just when I thought things were going well, someone else goes,

 "Oh and how about we make it like an invitation to join ISIS?"

I had never felt so angry, or so shocked at the same time. One because, what kind of person would even suggest an idea like that? Could anyone be so completely shallow? Can't they see the kind of things they do? Can't they see the war, the sorrow, the madness, the pain?

I was stunned. And furious. I wasn't going to have anything to do with it. I told them so.
I said I wasn't going to use the talents that my God whom I believe in, has given me, for a bunch of extremists who have caused such great suffering in this world! I knew there would be arguments and that they would talk behind my back even, but I didn't give a rats ass. I knew in my heart that I was brought up a certain way and that I wasn't going to support something like that, no matter how cool or how entertaining it may seem. 

 It isn't cool. End of story. 

I was adamant, and they finally caved in. It took a week.  I maybe overreacting, or dramatic but I believed in something and I loved what I believed in with all my heart and I wasn't going to have something that has brought pain and suffering upon people to come into my life in any kind of way, and definitely not in my studies. 

That's the end of this rant. I'm sorry if I bored you, or if this is just another addition to every other one of my meaningless posts on this blog but you see, this is the only place where I can express my feelings and thoughts, and I apologise if I'm annoying. There are tons of better blogs to look at.

Click "Next Blog>>". And Smile.

#VersesEveryWednesday

Psalm 94:22

"But The Lord has become my stronghold,

And my God the rock of my refuge."

I love this line, it's so beautiful and believing, if that makes any sense. 

 I don't want to interpret anything, it'll only take away the enigmatic charm that comes with Bible verses that touch your heart. Or just mine. 

Sing Hallelujah. 

Diwali Thoughts.

Happy Diwali to you?

Whoever's reading this that is. 

Ill describe to you the scene I'm sitting in right now. 

My parents and their friends and their friends kids and my siblings are all outside bursting objects containing gunpowder and things that pollute the air and I'm sitting inside cause I'm terrified of those things. I'd rather watch it from a distance than stand anywhere within five feet from it. 

Which I was forced to do by my overly merry parents. Just because they wanted a picture with the crackers bursting in the foreground and us right behind it. 

And the result? 

The damn thing blew up in my face. 

Mine. I swear I saw Heaven for a second.

The Diwali spirit got to their heads. 

I must be the most depressing thing for them now. So I place myself far away. 

So far away. In my world where crackers are overrated and nobody does it anymore and everybody loves Nature. 

You must think I'm insane. 

Well, then we all are a little bit, eh?

Snails singing Fix You. 

(My friend is playing it now in attempts to lift my spirits but its not my spirits that's down it's my soul. What. I don't know)

Jer 3:22

"Return O faithless Children; 

I will heal your faithlessness"

Does anyone else find reading the Bible oddly reassuring? 

Sometimes, when I am broken by the world I find the bandaid that fits just right within its pages. 

I think I'll do #VersesEveryWednesday. 

(So now you know when not to check this crappy  blog to ruin your impression of it any further because you're a nice person to read this first of all but not so nice that you'd sit each Wednesday to read Bible verses cuz it just doesn't work that way. I understand. Totally.)

I'm sorry but I like to think I'm religious. 

If you like to  think you're religious too then feel free to submit your own #VersesEachWednesday 

Just to get some Jesus Christ in everybody. He's a nice person too. 

Though I completely respect your own religion also, everyone believes in a God of their choosing and God is universal. 

So if I hurt any sentiments it was completely by accident, I do not intend on anything. 

Sing Take Me To Church. 

Love, Monroe.

No words need to be said. 

After you read this say Amen. 

Marilyn Monroe dancing to HDL. 

(If you don't know what that is get outta here. )

P.s - Actually don't go.

You must be the only soul reading this. I need you. You are my salvation. Okay bye.  

Nirvana

"You take me to Nirvana

I don't think this will last

But you're here in my arms"

I'm talking about pizza btw 

Pizza is life. Pizza is a circle. 

Pizza is the circle of life.  

Lumpy blue whales. 

Utter Clutter.

I'm losing people like I'm losing my hair. 

If I could lose weight with the number of people I'm losing, I'd be as light as a fucking feather. 

If I got paid every time I lost someone I would be richer than Bill Gates. 

If you can't love me for me; then I'd rather have you go. 

(My apologies to you, probable reader. This blog contains profane nonsense uttered by a cluttered mind.

 It's the teenage, you see.)

What does a depressed, fat, lonely kid with absolutely no social life to speak of do?

Make a blog for no one to see. 

Bouncing blue baboons. 

Semi colon project : Explanation

You know that quote from TFIOS? About depression being a side effect to dying?

Isn't it funny, how life can kill?

Everything and everyone I thought mattered proved me wrong. 

Depression is not a light matter. And the deaths caused by the same can't just go unnoticed. 

Those lives matter just as much as the lives of soldiers in battle because in a way they were their own soldiers, fighting their own battles and sometimes they don't always win but that's okay. That is okay. 

You don't always have to come out victorious. 

Coming out of it alive, is what matters. 

Even if it seems like it's for no one think of it as something for yourself because you are worth every scar, every bruise and every broken bone. You are. 

.. So senti :'( 

But my darling, I really don't give a damn.

(Guess the reference)

 

The project is beautiful. Take a look, have a try. April 16 is the day. Ill see you there. 

Polar bears belly dancing. 

Semi colon project : My prospective tattoo

I think I'll get this as a tattoo. 

Explanation later. I am officially sleepy. 

Wiggling chicken wiggles off into the sunset. " Goodnight!" It cries, before it finally disappears. "I'll be back."

Believe

What if I said I could love you 

And I could?

What if I said I would be there for you

And I would?

I wouldn't lie; not for you 

'Cause there's better things to do

Better things like learning

How to love you. 

I don't know what/why/how this shit came to me or whether I am even completely sane; it's 1:55 in the morning and I'm sitting up writing crappy poems. 

Wow my life is so amazing. 

This blog is boring. 

Chicken wiggle. 

Powerful

There's this song I like rn

"I can feel it;  

when you hold me,  

when you touch me

it's so powerful"

Tarrus Riley has that husky, hungry voice that so defines the song and the feeling it gives. I am strangely attracted to it, though he isn't very talented as a singer.

I'm not a fan of Goulding either, and her voice isn't all that great, but it compliments Riley's voice; like crystal glass on silk.  

Maybe I'm being biased? Not everyone likes the song, but I find it pretty catchy. 

"Oh Lord have mercy 

I'm begging you please

I'm feeling drained 

I need love"

Ten thousand monkey bums dancing. 

#TellMeATale

I'm starting a new thang.

It's called #TellMeATale

and it's basically that, I would like whoever is reading this nonsense to think up nonsense of their own and post it somewhere on this rabbit hole, and use the hashtag mentioned above.

 There are no rules or conditions, except I would like you guys to simply remember some basic courtesies.

1)No racism, sexism, bullying, harassment etc. I find any, I will address it.

2)Be nice. Even if it's hard please try.Remember, someone else is trying too, what if its for you?

Easy as pie. Now get those brain cells working, and relapse into your Wonderlands, it won't hurt, and I hope overall, that all of you (whoever reads this) will enjoy.

 That's all, have fun, bye.

A thousand dolphin kisses, sent your way.

Hairy feels.

I have a thing for hair. Nice hair.

Like, soft, touchable hair that turns a different colour in the sunlight, little peeks of gold or caramel in between streaks of dark chocolate or black hair like, little shy glimmering beauty's that hide behind masques of silky black and reveal themselves only in the sunlight..  am I the only one who notices the way people's hair changes colour in the sunlight and it kind of turns me on in a weird, creepy way?

Yea?

Oh damn.

The Names Bond, James Bond.

Okay, whatever this may seem like, let me inform you beforehand, that I am not a 'Bond' fan..
 I am a 'Sailor'  (And if you know what I mean then, this will make sense to you, I guess.)

Sam Smith is singing for the new and upcoming Spectre, and I am not just saying this, simply because I am a fan of his, but because, his song is genuinely, and truly amazing.

I honestly do feel, if Lana sang instead of him, then I would still love it all the same, cause she has a spectacular voice herself, but since the decision was made and Sam has sung and it's all over with, then there shouldn't be a problem right?

But, apparently, there is a problem, and that problem is that, Sam Smith sang for a Bond movie.
Sam Smith, a man, has sung, for a James Bond movie. Am I repeating myself? I suppose I'm just extremely frustrated here.. And he replaced Lana Del Ray, which by all means is completely "illogical".

I was reading some of the comments on the song, and I am not making judgements drawn from my own personal opinions, but a lot of people were being rude, and criticising about his song.

First of all, why can't people see this as a remarkable change in the Bond age?

 People claim to be "open" to all kinds of people, they claim "no racism"  or "no sexism" or "no sexuality discrimination" or whatever but this itself is discriminating. Saying, an obviously talented singer is the reason for the movie to turn out a fail?

For your information, the movie revolves around a story, and not a song, and not, in fact this song.

And also, these people make comments like, his song sounds more like it's out of some chickflick and it's actually in the mildest way believeable, if you hadn't the previous knowledge that it was originally sung for a Bond movie.

And maybe it is, but in my opinion, it still has the classy, sultry effect every other Bond song has, and if no one else can appreciate it then I suppose you have a very limited taste in music, or in open-mindedness at least because in all honesty, his vocals are unique, and unlike most male singers these days, and that is pretty special.

Well, I am not one to speak as I haven't much knowledge on music composing and sorts but I love music, and I felt the desire to speak on the topic, as it not only hurt my sentiments regarding my favourite singer, but also because people seem to completely shut out the fact that there have been mistakes made and reconciled and its really not like this is a mistake, and let's just see the movie first.

That's all, sorry for being a bore, bye.

P.s - I am totally just making my thoughts known on the subject, I dont mean to hurt any sentiments, if I have I apologise, truly, I did not mean it.