HangOver!

Hey guys. Was there ever a time when you stuffed your face silly that you felt like you had a hang over? Or when you ate so much that you really fell asleep right after eating? Believe it or not. This happened to me after eating this:

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and this:source

I'm feeling guilty after stuffing my throat down with these sinful oily giants.Ugh! Anyway, I hope you guys have a yummy day

Tables Have Turned

"Hey Cinderella, be home by 12 midnight!"
text message: 11:59am, one more minute till midnight, where are you? Be home by midnight or else...

A couple years ago this was me and my mom. Yes, even at 20 something I still do have a curfew. A couple nights ago mom got together with a couple friends from high school. While mom was with her friends, I was at home. Yes, me at home, while mom was out?! Unbelievable. It was 12 midnight and I realized I had been tossing and turning and I couldn't sleep. So I texted mommy the same line she texted me long ago, "Hey Cinderella, it's midnight, you better come home or else..."

When she came home I was surprised to see her wearing my top! Oh my goodness. I can remember long ago I used to borrow all of her clothes. Now she borrows mine. The tables have turned. Here's a picture of mommy with her best friend.
and here's a picture of me wearing my top a few days before she borrowed it from me


Since I was certainly not going to get any sleep til she got home this is what I did to keep myself busy.
I fixed up one of my bags. It was a hideous bag with a creepy looking cartoon, but I just got some scraps, old feathers, and voila.

Mom came home a few minutes after 1am. She felt guilty about coming home late, so the next place she took me here:she got me the strawberry nutella crepe. yummmy!

Ladies, do you girls still borrow clothes from your mom? Does your mom raid your closet too? For the guys, do you guys borrow clothes from you dad? A guy friend of mine constantly borrows his dad's watch, but clothes nah, they don't fit him and plus they make him look super old.

Any other 20 something lady here who still has a curfew like me? Oh and better question, are there any guys who have curfews ( I doubt there are any, but who knows? )

Another Lesson Learned

There are people in this world who just do not know how to control their temper. And then there are those people who can control there temper but then it piles up and one day...BAM! Ms. Nice Girl is no longer nice. I guess I am that way sometimes.....Boyfriend and I had a fight a couple days ago

The fight was actually really petty now that I come to think of it. I am now blaming it on PMS (excuses excuses). But anyway, I learned an important lesson in our petty little fight. When we had our petty fight, I asked boyfriend "How many times have I ever made you cry or have I ever made you angry?" And then he stayed quiet and I went at it by saying, "Why so quiet? Because there was never a time I made you feel that way." And then boyfriend answered "In a relationship I don't ever count how many times you've hurt me, actually I don't even remember, that's because I am always counting and recalling all of our good memories." I felt horrible about what I said. Like really really really horrible, so horrible I am ashamed for what I said. But I guess I wanted to share this with you guys because well it is a very good lesson.

So anyhow...I decided I wanted to make it up to him. Since we fought about him playing tennis. I decided I wanted to show him my support. I bought him a pair of socks. I put the pair of socks in a cute little box with a mushy little note. He opened the box and found the pair of socks I had given him. And inside the box I had another note telling him to go to his car and check the driver's seat. He ran to his car like a little kid and a big big box of surprise was waiting for him. His face beamed when he saw what was inside the box. It was the tennis shoes he had been saving up for. =) Little did I know that boyfriend got me something too. He got me a pair of flip flops. But I have tons of flip flops already I told the boyfriend. He told me to wear them and he took me to the beach. Unfortunately I wasn't able to go for a swim since I am at that time of the month if you know what I mean so after spending an hour at the beach we went on a little road trip =)

TOO UPSET TO COME UP WITH A TITLE!!!

I was going to tell you guys something funny, but I forgot what it was. I can't even recall a tad bit what it was about, that's all because of this:

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What you see is not edited, this 18 year old girl does not have a nose. No, she didn't suffer from a disease or anything of the sort. But what she went through is far worse than any disease I could imagine. To summarize what I read here, Aisha went through a tough marriage. A marriage where her in laws treated her like a slave and where her husband would beat here. To save herself, she ran away. And this is what happened: "The Taliban pounded on the door just before midnight, demanding that Aisha, 18, be punished for running away from her husband's house. Her in-laws treated her like a slave, Aisha pleaded. They beat her. If she hadn't run away, she would have died. Her judge, a local Taliban commander, was unmoved. Aisha's brother-in-law held her down while her husband pulled out a knife. First he sliced off her ears. Then he started on her nose." to read more about this article click here.

Carina, one of my favorite bloggers also mentioned about how some women were faceless because of domestic abuse. How their husband's had poured acid on their faces. Please check out Carina's website here.

I really want to say more about this issue but I'm afraid I'm just too clouded by anger right now.

It's All Your Fault!

It's your fault that I am always so busy. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing that keeps me occupied before I go to bed.
You open my mind to a world far beyond my little corner. You are never afraid to speak up and point out the harsh realities of the world that we live in today .

I've always been a goody goody. But now.... Now that I've met you I am starting to cross over to the other side. Being bad can be more fun

It is your fault I feel naughty sometimes, I mean come on, you and all those eye candies ! hubba hubba! . Then there's the sensual massage thingy. Oh and then there's the humpty dance.

It is your fault that I am not spending a single penny. I am saving up for a trip to Taiwan and other parts of Asia . I learned a lot from your travels and I hope that I too can go an adventure like that someday and that I can at least look half as good as all those pretty ladies you told me about. And then I learned that you were sick and you had me worried. I want to travel half way around the world just to be your personal nurse, then when you feel better we'd hang out and do all sorts of girly stuff. We'd also buy cute shirts from our favorite herro.

It's your fault that as I am typing this right now you have me craving for gastronomic delights. And trust me this is not good since it's already 3am and this is just so bad for my diet. But how can i resist the urge when you have me craving for some yummy in my tummy pizza?
I have to control myself. How am I ever going to look cute in a Marc Jacobs outfit if I keep stuffing my face?

You inspire me to become a better person . Even as a kid you have always been so nice. I wish I could be half as nice as you.

It is your fault I am addicted...
I am addicted to you....

Hello my name is Melissa and I am a blogoholic. I'm not sure when or how... But I do know one thing. It is your fault. And you know what? I love you, you, and you reading this blog. Thank you for sharing your lives with me, for making me laugh, cry, and hungry and everything. You are all wonderful. This post is about you guys. Do click on the posts I linked to in this post, I'm sure you'll find something interesting. Oh and I'll be writing posts like these in the future so if you don't see your blog/post on here there will be a second edition of this. It's time for me to give back and let others shine.

Have a happy weekend guys.

XoXo
Mel