… the announcement of a Royal Engagement sparked mass heartbreak across the lands, as many a young lady had to sadly cross Prince Harry off their list. Not me of course – that ship not only sailed a long time ago but was hunted down, torpedoed and marooned forever more on Possum Island.
Back in the day when I was a wee lass, I thought nothing of lining up for ages to get into a club or even spending nights camped outside a stadium to get concert tickets. I don’t quite recall lining up hours before a store opened to get a coveted collection though. But those were different times I guess, not to mention the days of balancing my student budget. If ever I was waiting early at a store, it would have been to get a 2 for 1 special at McDonald’s!
If you’re talking to me, chances are …. probably not. My first question usually is … “Was I there?”, followed by “Was I sober?”. While some people have a memory like an elephant, I have a memory like a sieve. What can I say, I live in the moment … or in a blur, as the case may be.
Think something might have gotten a little lost in translation there. “Return to Village” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as “Balik Kampung” does it? But safe and sound to the village I have returned (like literally, because we do live in an actual village), for the Raya (Eid) holidays. YAY!
… doesn’t really do squat for me and the fact that I don’t particularly like apples has nothing to do with it whatsoever! Since I moved to Dubai, I often get asked why I seem to spend more time at home than I actually do in Dubai. The answer is quite simple really – I have regular dates with my Rheumatologist. Yes, I suffer from Rheumatoid Arthritis or RA for those in the know OR people like me who still aren’t quite sure how to spell it! While I never imagined that my condition would ever be a topic of discussion on my blog, it is as much a part of me as everything else – it just doesn’t live in a happy place.
Day 495 • Sunday • 13 Dec 15 • Today’s High 25º
… the ironing board! So I just got back to Dubai and I know I keep harping on about the blooming ironing but I just hate it so damn much! I even have a schedule down pat that minimizes how much ironing I need do each week – miss a week and all hell breaks loose!