My bad habit

Just got wind of some rather distressing news today which I will share with you once its been totally confirmed (see, I told you I refuse to spread gossip – hehehe!). Okay, I’m totally being a drama queen here but I guess you can decide the severity of this “news” once you get to read what it is. I promise to post it up when it gets confirmed one way or the other…

In other news, I’ve just discovered an awful habit I have which has manifested itself from my constant travelling and it is embodied in two words – DUTY FREE. And no, it’s not what you think (i.e. constantly shopping); no! It’s ignoring the word DUTY and just seeing the FREE part! I swear I just go a bit too crazy when I get to duty free. I go on in and spray almost every single perfume I can lay my hands on – all in the name of trying it out and I only realised how bad this was getting when a child walked past me the other day and asked his dad what stank. Yes! I had overdosed on the perfumes  and smelt like a tart’s handbag! Worst thing was, until the child said that, I was going to go get more to try perfumes on! I’m so ashamed. So very ashamed…

I’m equally as bad with the face cream except in my own defence (and this is a weak excuse), I usually end up with my face weighing a few stones heavier (exaggeration but that’s how heavy it feels anyway – lol) and I get too uncomfortable and then I have to go and wash it all off! Which leaves me starting at Square one of a very vicious body lotion overdose cycle! Oh dear...*shakes head*

At first, I used to do it covertly (I always had a strangely irrational suspicion that the store attendants were going to tell me off if they knew what I was doing) but now I cant even be bothered to hide it! How did I get soooooooooooooooooo bad! HELP!!! 

Mega-Super-Duper Busy/Knackered

OH-DEAR-GOODNESS! I am the epitome of tired! I’ve been living out of the suitcase for the last week and working crazy hours hence the lack of blogging for which I apologise… profusely! For what its worth, here’s what I have called home for the last few weeks –

Seemed nice at first but after a few weeks of this, I am so sick and tired of this room! I need my own bed! *sob* lol!

I did get to go home over the weekend though (yaaaaay!) and I headed straight for the new Westfield Shopping centre in Stratford (I can’t help myself! I soooooo shoulda gone to bed…)

One thing’s for sure though – I NEED A DRINK!!!

Love, Life and Amsterdam

Guess it’s about time I finally gave you guys an update on my neighbour/love-life situation, eh? (See last post here). It’s been so hectic at work lately and I’m ashamed to say this but asides the occasional meet up for food/drinks/sex/whatever, there’s not been much on that front. Totally my fault (or rather, my choice) - I’ve been so busy with work and I’m finally getting to travel lots with my job and as a result I’ve not had as much chance to actually commit properly to anything. He’s been pretty awesome though and I have a great time with him but there’s nothing ‘major’ happening there apart from both of us having a good time together – whenever I can fit that it (Hahaha! That makes me sound like such a self-important diva! I’m not! I swear!)

Also as you all might have noticed, I tend to be a typically happy-go-lucky kinda girl however I have just gotta gripe about a little pet hate I discovered this weekend - Overly confident drunk guys… lol! (keyword there being ‘drunk’!). So, I was out with work colleagues and after my experience the previous week (see post here), I figured I’d best stick to one drink and then grab some dinner. No workday hangovers for me, no sireee! So not worth the headache… literally! Anyway, seeing as there was no way one cocktail was gonna get me drunk, I was pretty sober and as a result, pretty observant that evening. Side note - my body has become so tolerant to alcohol which is pretty bad news for my purse methinks! I digress… At the first bar, there was a barmaid who was flirty with one of the guys on my team - she gave him a free pint and all. Everyone noticed and he got her number before we left –This moment was the creation of a monster! For the rest of the night he kept trying to chat up every single lady who served us (even in the restaurant) it was so unbelievably funny watching the uncomfortable waitresses squirming and trying to be polite while doing their best to get away. Worst thing was he was so drunk he didn’t seem to pick up on the fact that he was a one-hit wonder (and that one-hit had little to do with his ‘pick-up’ skills – the waitress went out of her way to get his attention). I know I’m not one to judge as I like a drink or two myself (make that ten... or twenty, hehehe!) but his oblivion to his faux pax was hilarious! This is definitely a pet-hate I can handle.

In other news though, I did get to go to Amsterdam this week. I loved every minute of it! Apparently, I get to go to other cities as well as part of the project I’m working on – can’t wait! I officially love my job!!! In usual tradition, I took a few photos…

Finished it off with some fantastic sea-food! Deeeeeeee-lish!