First of all the reason I hv not updated for so long is not coz I was so busy or forgot my password, simply because I didn't want to. Felt good to hide away from the ppl, the crowd. 
Loved it! Lot of ppl think I stopped sk8in' which is not true. 
I hv just been doing it on my own. My own way.
Someone told me the other day I should start writing children books. Kinda agree with him.. So here is the story for tonight:

Once upon a time there lived an odd little girl whose only friend in the world was her poppy dog. She had an amazing summer visiting loads of new random places, n of course her hometown to see her much loved doggy. She finished her european trip this year in Holland. Stuck in the country actually. There were no night trains she sadly observed. So went to join some locals who invited her to a VIP party. She agreed to help them sorting out the place next morning, also had to try all the shots n a wide range of beers if wanted to stay.

Next thing she can remember waking up in hosp in Manchester. Tried to puzzle it out what an earth could hv happened but when she saw a pic of herself taken in Belgium the night before, just gave it up. She must hv been stoned. But this much? Finding a real stone in her throat is just absurd. Appearently she has this special ability to grow stones in her throat. This 1 just kept on growing n growing until she could no speak, swallow or breath. She was welcomed by the doc that morning who told her the brill news: Her throat needs to be cut open n her precious stone needs to be taken out along with her gland. Hoped she was just halucinating from the other night. Hell no!

One night two bumblebee families decided to build their nests right next to her window. Which was obviously open. They annoyed her a lot by being noisy. She managed to fall out of her bed as well as her little stone from her throat. It was 3 in the morning and the nurse had to call the bee keepers out to the ward.
"Get off my bumblebees!!"-shouted the girl.
"They're my friends, they saved my life." she ghasped.
All eyes were fixed on her. She felt tired to explain it all and kinda inappropriate at 4 in the mo. So just let them think she is mental. She treasures the little yellow stone in a special case. Soon she was out hosp. No operation needed! YET.
She was suggested not to move anywhere far untill it's sorted. Since it's just came out of nowhere it might happen again. So she is staying in the UK n the EU for now, n trying to survive here. Soon she will be off to those places she has been dreaming of to go.. Although it isn't easy here, surviving is gonna B tripple hard over there I guess.

Check out the highlights of her diary from the past 2 months bellow:

"-I came close to being robbed tonight, after a house party!
Thought those guys were there too n just trying to fool me coz I nearly cooked their dog. Freakin lunatics they were! Dragged me in the car, where I threw up, broke it open n run for my life. Ok I actually hided in a bush."

"-I'm not a big drinker but occiasionaly the drunk fairies visit me.
Especially when there's an after party. I hv a cocktail or two...
Still I was shocked when getting up in front of a group of ppl n someone accused me of beating him up in front of the doorman at a club. Just don't understand why my nose was smashed that morning. Can't remember at all. Hangover 3 should be based on this adventure. Sure I got a tattoo as well just not found it yet.. Though I'm a bit scared to find out what really happened last night."

"-After all that skating, managed to stay safe. No injuries at all. Today I walked into a wall hurting my hand, it's all covered in blood, scars everywhere. I'll get my skates on next time I go for a walk. I rely on my skates more than my shuz or any other parts of my wardrobe. We became so attached, now we're inseparable."

"-Someone threw bricks at my coach window while on the way to London. Why is everyone after me?"

"-Dear diary, I've been up for about 54 hours with no sleep, I'm now seeing shadows, hearing things, can barely remember my name.
Just about to drop dead."

"-Today I went for a walk with my doggy n a random fella, while hving a break sat down...in a catapult, then with barely any warning was shot out in the air! It's a shame I had a hangover. And the guy must hv though I'm a freakin idiot."

"-Managed to loose my GoPro cam after hving it for a couple of weeks. But luck was on my side again, someone found it in the man's toilet n left it at the reception... Don't ask!
But it was fun to watch back...haha "

"-Draft version of a very important letter:

Dear Peter Pan,

I’m still waiting on you. My window will forever B open.
I don’t want Prince Charming. I don’t need Superman. I just want a simple Peter Pan. Life’s going by far too quickly, so come be4 its too late! I’m not ready to grow up. Take my hand in yours n let's fly away!

Love,

Mel ♥"


"-.......Sick sessions around the Uk! ............................................ Rock n Roll forever."



Did she live happily ever after?

-story to be continued-

Night night x