So if you've been close and personal enough with me,
you'd know that I've been away for donkey
donkey
weeks and months.
I spent an amazing time in Spain, in Madrid, with my cousin Kelvin,
his wife Tamara,
and the baby,
Alba,
whom I love to bits.
Shopping was awesome, and I have tan lines on my feet from wearing shoes.
We walked EVERYWHERE,
saw churches,
learnt a bit more Spanish,
had churros,
Carolyn got sick,
while I enjoyed Spanish delicacies and tapas and wine and everything.
Then we went up North to Logrono, La Rioja,
the land in Spain famous for wines,
had a bit too much to drink those few days,
shopped some more,
bicycled,
tanned some more,
and saw dinosaur footprints!
Got back to London for a couple of days, just hanging out with Isabelle.
Then coming back to Manchester was a bit of a crazy week!
We were busy preparing for Malaysian Night, which was flipping awesome.
I danced, and I acted,
made friends,
and memories,
both that will last me this lifetime.
Now that's what you call a REAL success.
4 days after, another trip down to London, spent a crazy night there watching Underworld 2,
slept at 2,
left at 6.30am the next morning to catch a train,
then I tried to catch a plane..
but I missed my flight, and oh what a terrible experience that was.
I went to the wrong airport, had some malfunction in my brain,
got on the next possible flight to Nice,
stoned at the Radisson Blu's Lobby Bar for about 4 hours,
and finally, my parents arrived with all the love I've missed!
Bonjour!, France!
What a beautiful place, sunny, and breezy, and pure lovely.
Shopping, walking on the beach,
travelling down to the Principality of Monaco,
and then San Remo in Italy..
talking to my parents,
and listened to them compete in a Snoring Competition!
France was nothing short of awesome beauty.
What a wonderful memory.
Back to London then all teary and sad..
got locked out of Isabelle's flat because her phone refused to ring,
and Costa was late from Brighton.
Made dinner after Isabelle finally came home,
and then half of Underworld 3,
before we decided we needed sleep.
Train back to Manchester,
where the real sorrow began.
Got caught in the rain walking home alone after Reiff's revision class,
and I missed the sunny beaches of France even more,
and my heart ached for company.
What a horrible Monday that was.
But it was turned around by love,
and then I realised, that's what makes my world go round!
I am utterly blessed to have so much love,
so many people to love
in my life.
Sometimes things hurt,
sometimes they sting,
but in the end..
nothing matters
but your heart - its strength, and the love you put in.
you'd know that I've been away for donkey
donkey
weeks and months.
I spent an amazing time in Spain, in Madrid, with my cousin Kelvin,
his wife Tamara,
and the baby,
Alba,
whom I love to bits.
Shopping was awesome, and I have tan lines on my feet from wearing shoes.
We walked EVERYWHERE,
saw churches,
learnt a bit more Spanish,
had churros,
Carolyn got sick,
while I enjoyed Spanish delicacies and tapas and wine and everything.
Then we went up North to Logrono, La Rioja,
the land in Spain famous for wines,
had a bit too much to drink those few days,
shopped some more,
bicycled,
tanned some more,
and saw dinosaur footprints!
Got back to London for a couple of days, just hanging out with Isabelle.
Then coming back to Manchester was a bit of a crazy week!
We were busy preparing for Malaysian Night, which was flipping awesome.
I danced, and I acted,
made friends,
and memories,
both that will last me this lifetime.
Now that's what you call a REAL success.
4 days after, another trip down to London, spent a crazy night there watching Underworld 2,
slept at 2,
left at 6.30am the next morning to catch a train,
then I tried to catch a plane..
but I missed my flight, and oh what a terrible experience that was.
I went to the wrong airport, had some malfunction in my brain,
got on the next possible flight to Nice,
stoned at the Radisson Blu's Lobby Bar for about 4 hours,
and finally, my parents arrived with all the love I've missed!
Bonjour!, France!
What a beautiful place, sunny, and breezy, and pure lovely.
Shopping, walking on the beach,
travelling down to the Principality of Monaco,
and then San Remo in Italy..
talking to my parents,
and listened to them compete in a Snoring Competition!
France was nothing short of awesome beauty.
What a wonderful memory.
Back to London then all teary and sad..
got locked out of Isabelle's flat because her phone refused to ring,
and Costa was late from Brighton.
Made dinner after Isabelle finally came home,
and then half of Underworld 3,
before we decided we needed sleep.
Train back to Manchester,
where the real sorrow began.
Got caught in the rain walking home alone after Reiff's revision class,
and I missed the sunny beaches of France even more,
and my heart ached for company.
What a horrible Monday that was.
But it was turned around by love,
and then I realised, that's what makes my world go round!
I am utterly blessed to have so much love,
so many people to love
in my life.
Sometimes things hurt,
sometimes they sting,
but in the end..
nothing matters
but your heart - its strength, and the love you put in.
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