Jingle Bells…?

Yes, yes, yes… It’s almost that time of the year when some of us lose almost all sense of logic haha. We suddenly begin to believe in wishes, Santa Claus and finding love just before Christmas like in the movies *shakes head*.

Isn’t it weird how the characters share a kiss and suddenly it starts snowing and everyone starts tearing up… And for some strange reason, the scene can’t be complete without a Starbucks pumpkin latte matte or whatever festive flavour they decide to gorge out haha… Well, I for one love autumn/winter… Something romantic about it… We’ll talk about that another time hehe…

So, the office Christmas party season is around the corner. Yes, some of you might think it’s a bit too early to start planning (or too late according to Selfridges- don’t they have Christmas decorations etc out sometime in April?? Lol). Thanks to my local Marks & Spencers, I mean their fantastic in house ‘Dj’, I couldn’t help but wish for a special someone to serenade me off my feet. I’m that lady swinging her hips, shaking her head and singing along to the music haha. I wonder what the guys watching the CCTV think each time they see me belting out the tunes, twirling on the shop floor…lol.

This particular day I went shopping as usual at M&S… It seemed like they had Michael Buble live in concert on replay. Boy was I excited and singing my heart out lol. There’s just something about him, the way he sings that reminds me of Christmas. All of a sudden I got this ‘great’ idea of having him come along to mesmerise us with a few tunes at the office party. And guess what? I mentioned it to my manager *covers face*. Don’t blame me, blame the Christmas feelings coming over me. Of course, she laughed it off… But in my heart, I believe my wish will come true…

…there he goes… About to break a million hearts (pic-Evening Standard)

Just in case you happen to bump into Michael at the shops, the first-class lounge or the gas station… Please can you ask him to help a young lady out and make her dream come true like in the movies….?

Excess luggage…

My favourite part of travel haha.

Now things are beginning to settle and the world is opening up, one would think I’ll be in a hurry to book a vacation somewhere hot… You know, browse through different sites looking for the best bargain… dreaming of switching on the ‘out of office’ automatic reply hahaha. I get so excited composing the message… The thrill of everyone receiving it while I’m miles away basking in the heat… Good times… Ok, let’s get back to the story… *rolls eyes*

During my early travels, I got so worked up about not taking ‘too much stuff’… It can be so awkward when you have to open up your luggage at the airport and it looks like a cross between a recycling depot and a farmhouse hehe. I have all kinds of scales and weighing devices at home just to beat the maximum ‘kg’ put in place by the various airlines *side eye*. Some of these airlines are vicious I tell you… You’d think you had the whole of Alaska in your bag with the way they go on and on… With their measuring size bucket or whatever it’s called lol… ‘Easy j’s I see you hahaha. 

To avoid any kind of embarrassment lol, I read all sorts of articles online and watch videos on how to pack more and weigh less lol. Some ideas I tried worked, others errr…not quite. From laying your clothes flat to rolling them up like sausages, I tried it all. To be fair, some airlines have a very generous allowance for international travel and I mean GENEROUS lol. Even with that, sometimes found myself trying to “smuggle” more stuff and giving them that “oh really? Overweight? That’s strange. Are you sure?” Look -haha. Didn’t get me far though, still had to repack and throw stuff out.

I remember once when I had to throw clothes away *faints*. It still hurts… They weren’t having it… Nope, nada zilch! The worst part was I thought of leaving those items at home when I packed earlier but felt I could get away with it. Never tried it again… Now once I get a “feeling” to leave something or someone behind, I flip it with so much speed lol. 

Truth be told– I packed way more than I needed on most of the trips. I could have managed with hand luggage, but somehow I imagine all kinds of scenarios and stuff finds its way in!

All that’s a distant memory… These days, I just jump on the train and keep it local till I can show up at the airport with no long ‘to do list’ and checking how many people I have come in contact with while charging me an arm, leg and torso for tests… Unless I get a call from the producers of Death in Paradise, then it’s Asta la vista Baby! Lol

Now, where did I put my ‘bum bag’ and sunglasses…

Check out

I have to go pick up some cleaning supplies sometime this week at the new local supermarket, and a funny memory popped up… Well, not so new store… They shut down for almost a year *rolls eyes* due to renovations… Passed there earlier today and the only difference to me is we now have to pay for parking! And yes… A bike shed too lol… I digress… Back to my story…

There was a time I wore my pyjamas to go shopping! Crazy, I know… With fluffy slippers and I think a hair bonnet too *covers face*. Guess I ‘got away’ with it back then because I drove to the shops. I’m pretty sure if I had to walk, I would turn up looking like a cover girl straight out of the runway. Thank God not long after there was a ban on such outfits to the shops. It was pretty common during school runs to see mums in all sorts of ‘clothes’. They couldn’t be bothered really, as long as the kids got in on time… that was all that mattered... Pretty much my thing haha…

A few times straight out of bed I’d remember I didn’t have any milk or something I considered ‘urgent’ and would grab my car keys and be out the door. Yes, that’ll be perfect if I went to bed the night before looking like a Gucci model lol.

Friends and family were on my neck to stop this ‘bad habit’, but I wasn’t having any of it. Until one day, I saw the light… One thing to note, these trips were fast and I mean in and out in minutes. No long queue, just pick your item, scan, and bobs your uncle… It worked perfectly as no one would notice my outfits right? But no so… on this particular day, I assumed it’ll be the same. Fast and stress-free… How wrong I was. There was a mad queue, the self-checkout wasn’t working, and there was me standing there with no bra, food-stained top, holding a loaf of bread and milk…

Let’s just say from that day onward, I never left home not looking like something from a fashion catalogue haha...

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Noisy Neighbours…

Sigh… There she goes again *rolls eyes*… She just keeps chatting away and the sun’s barely up!! It doesn’t help that the walls are wafer-thin… She just doesn’t shut up! Lol. Never heard someone talk straight for over 3 hours… I wonder if the person she’s talking to ever gets a word in… Or maybe they just put her on speaker and go back to bed hahaha…

Some days I wish I lived on a farm in the middle of the green countryside, by a beautiful river, and the only form of ‘noise’ would be the raindrops on my window or the kettle going off. If only right? If wishes were horses… Men would be princes and I a lady of the manor lol. I have that kind of thought when I stay in a busy neighbourhood or most recently with my ‘loud’ neighbours (ranges from next room, next floor, next house, even a couple of streets away lol) Don’t know which is worse- nosey or noisy haha… I digress

As I was saying, there was once this person next door in a past rental who seemed to only make phone calls roughly between the hours of 4 am and 6 am and when I say make, I mean screaming all sorts of profanities…*shakes my head*. I wonder… (It seems they’re following me everywhere don’t you think? hehe) Even thinking about it makes me twitch lol… How about the flatmate whose idea of making breakfast was slamming the cupboards and playing touch with the microwave? *side eye*. I guess by now you know I’m a light sleeper and love my beauty sleep haha. I mean, who doesn’t?

That’s why I get the best naps when on holiday and come back a whole lot better (mentally and physically). If the hotels have proper soundproofing that is. The last place I stayed was right next to the train station and a few miles to the airport (yep, convenience is key- not taking chances, don’t want to miss that flight!) and believe me, I couldn’t tell. It was perfect. The only time I remembered how close we were to so much noise was when I looked out the window! But… we do get the odd sounds from the corridors. Late-night revellers, kids running around or just the hotel staff being petty *side eye*. I’m pretty sure they can tiptoe as they clear the trays outside our doors right?

…To be honest, I’d rather have my nice ‘cottage’ in the peaceful fields of the countryside by a beautiful lake… 

He has my heart…

“When we fall, we take God with us…” Those words hit like a lightning bolt… The past couple of months have been tough… But somehow you remember who’s you are… How far you’ve come…and how much he sacrificed to get you here… Yes, you’re finally in a good place… Free from the entanglements that looked like pearls… Chains painted in gold… Lies wrapped up in foil… Finally free from the pain.. The anger that kept you bound for years…but somehow… Your heart begins to jump…do cat wheels just thinking about “it” again… Sigh

It’s a natural feeling… Or so you tell yourself each time those lights go off… You know, those moments that trigger the desires… I wasn’t looking I promise… I always said the truth about that… A lie would complicate things… Just tell it as it is… He’ll understand… Never judge…

He has my heart…but I want someone to hold my hands… My hips and lips… Is it wrong to desire something so sweet…so powerful…yet so damaging in the “wrong” hands…? I want it…you..but I can’t do this to him… It will hurt him… Me…

Maybe it’ll happen as I’ve always imagined or not… Or maybe it’ll drop in my laps when I least expected… On a hot summer day sitting under the weeping willow tree…