I Don't Wanna Go. I Wanna Stay Home!

So I have missed my flight today. In fact, two of my flights. Something or somehow just doesn't want me to leave the country. So was I devastated about the fact that I missed my flight(s)? NO. In fact, I was smiling all the way home in my mum's car. It was a jackpot winning smile but of course not in a creepy pedophile kinda way. So I went to sleep right after I got home. My sleep was definitely one of a kind ever since I left the UK cos I had a good sleep of ten hours. I really do not want to leave home and my loo :(

Strange But True.

This is a very random post I must say. Wait a minute. I totally forgot that randomness is my writing genre. In fact, I am random and random makes me. Anyway, I just wanted to say that something strange just took place about few minutes ago and of all strangest place, it happened in my nose. Yes. My Nose. I puked through my nostrils! How strange is that!? Who on earth pukes through their nostrils? Gross. But, come to think of it, I think that disgusting abrupt action was kinda cool and that makes me unique in a way after all. In a disgusting cool way. Word. Alright, I'm off. Ta!

90s Kid!

I have ALWAYS been a fan of the 90s. Always. There is so many things to love about the 90s; the music, the fashion, all the eye-popping colours, the i-don't-care-about-being-a-loser attitude, the swanky lingo (the way they talk), zilch logic. In fact, everything, for which very well explains my schizophrenic dressing :)

Above are some old photos I found while rummaging my old albums. Click HERE to see my take on the 90s style when I was still writing for Tongue in Chic back then! Oh, how fast time flies!

I just like how rules are being taken lightly in the 90s. I hate rules. I always break rules but only in my head. Yeah... I am chicken like that, I live by law and order -.- Well.. sometimes. But, honestly, most of the times like 75 % of my 24/7. If you get what i mean.
But that does not make me a boring person cos I am a really fun person to hang out with frankly speaking. I'll sing you Blur - Song 2 in my broken recorder voice while styling you in baggy clothes! If you are a 90s kid, you've definitely got some swanky swagger and for that, actually makes you a rockstar! Let's head bang to The Offspring shall we!? Before we start losing our heads, scroll down to get all pumped for some 90s kicks! Feast your eyes for Melly's 90s style influenceRs!

Garbage

The Olsen Twins

No Doubt

Fastball



Img Source: No Doubt@fyeahnodoubt tumblr, Garbage@fuckyeahgarbage tumblr, MaryKate Ashley@marykateashley.net

Massive Supply of Tissues for All These Issues. Achoo!

Lately, I have been facing a lot of issues. These issues are getting to my nerve I tell you, it's not like I didn't do anything about it. In fact, I talked about it to my sister, mummy, friends, online friends, my imaginary friend and even, my boy friend. Did I tell you I have a boyfriend? If not then, now you do. Yay! *fireworks and unicorn dance* I love my witty boy friend like nutella and mint ice cream! BTW, this is my very FIRST online (P)ublic (D)isplay of (A)ffection. Anyway... let's go back to the 'issues' topic. So where was I again? Oh yeah! Like I was saying... It doesn't seem to go away and it sticks to me like FOREVER as if I'm some vending machine dispensing free candy bars, not that I don't like giving free chocolates, I do. In fact, I always enjoy giving candies to people like Santa Claus. I am a very nice friend just like Santa's elves :)

Anyway, before I sail to somewhere else, let me just share with you these 'issues' I am going through. So.. these 'issues' apparently turn out to be neck and back issues. But mostly, neck issues. I have been a hustler with my pillows lately. A very bad hustler indeed. I have to change my sleeping position every fifteen minutes while power punching my pillow which is so annoying that it disturbs my dreams with Bieber or in other words, I have not been sleeping at all. Neck needs to be adjusted in a 30 degree angle for the first fifteen minutes, then change to a 150 degree angle after that. I feel like my neck has become some measuring tool for angles like the protractor but just that my neck would make the human protractor. I think tonight, I am going to abandon my pillows and sleep without them. And, by that does not mean I have surrendered to my pillows, the hustler is just taking a break.