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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 from 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 not quite so on this particular day… I had assumed it’ll be the same as before… Fast and stress-free… How wrong was I… 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 out of 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 notOr maybe it’ll drop in my laps when I least expected… On a hot summer day sitting under the weeping willow tree…

Zara $ale…

No guys, there’s no link to Zara… lol. Neither is this a paid AD *straight face*. It’s just that time of year again when some of us go bonkers once we see… hear or taste those bold letters on our favourite shop window (or with the year we’ve had, I’d say black letters online or inbox if you’re subscribed hahaha)

Funny thing is, I hardly shop in Zara unless I’m abroad on holiday. Strange I know. The shops there seem to have more “taste” to me, even though most of the stuff is similar. Or maybe it’s because the clothes don’t look like a garage sale in piles everywhere lol. For whatever reason I’m yet to put my finger on, my hand luggage always has a Zara tag sticking out…hehe. I still have a pair of nice jeans I bought ages ago in Spain from the store there and it still “fits the peaches perfectly” lol. I never saw that in London, or maybe I never bothered because most times walk out empty-handed -nothing of interest (outgrown maybe?? Hmmm, might be time to move to HOBBS….*shriek*)

Anyways, on my way to work…in Uk, I saw the big black letters this time… And was tempted to go in. To be honest, I didn’t have much choice since we are kinda not allowed to roam the continent lol. We have to make do with what we have, right? So I went in, walked around… back and forth… saw the clothes hill… walked around a bit more and settled for perfume… Hahaha…

Seems it’s time for a holiday… What say ye? Zara Espanol see you soon.. xoxo

Mr Chocolate…

It’s a rainy day today and I had a flashback to one of my ‘love’ stories (blame it on the weather haha…) So here goes, hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed reliving it!

There are times I’d plan to just ‘pop’ in on social media but then end up spending a lot of time scrolling through Instagram stories of “friends”, celebrities, random strangers… and catching up on all the trending news… It was on one of those days it happened. My phone dropped! I was laying in bed with my phone in one hand and then BANG, DROP, CRACK lol… Felt like I dropped with it haha

You know how it is, right? You’ve dropped it so many times in the past and nothing happens… With each fall, you hold your breath hoping “it’s nothing to worry about”. (Especially if it’s one of those 4 digit costing ones *side eye*)Yep, for a while, that was the case… At least till that day! Guess like many things in life, I took it for granted for so long… I believed my phone was somewhat indestructible smh… Well, jokes on me now *rolls eyes*

So early the next morning, (thankfully it was a Saturday) I was out of the house to go get it fixed. I had no idea where exactly the repair store was.  All I knew was it wasn’t too far from home but dodgy enough for me to hide my wallet, anything worth anything lol…

En route, I stopped to ask for directions and decided to get some money from the cashpoint. I didn’t want to use my card in case I got a notification weeks later that someone on some remote island tried buying a 76″ tv with it haha. And there he was, Mr chocolate walking by… Like a knight in shining armour to the rescue! Pretty much accosted me. He said I had a frown on my face and as a good citizen, he stopped to offer some assistance. Yeah right! I didn’t believe it then and still don’t believe it now lol. We got talking and he kindly followed me to the dodgy phone shop. Yeah, he was nice which stood out, funny and quite attractive too hehe. Extra brownie points! We walked and talked… I felt something…

Weeks later, my phone now fixed and back to my online updates, I noticed Mr Chocolate had evolved into a prima donna… Nope, I wasn’t having it… Seemed he wanted a fan club and I sure wasn’t about that life! 

I guess I’m better off with some real food than chocolate. At least they stay humble no matter the appeal…lol

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Cheers to my ever faithful buffet holiday spread!! Forever looking hot and tasty haha