This is a ramble post and it’s not funny at all so unless you are major bored, don’t read on. I know one language. English. Lucky for me, the majority of the world can speak some form of it. Unlucky for me, the majority of the world can speak some form of it. I grew […]
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I used to have a tan but then I got a Thai massage so now it’s gone. I’m the gluten-free, lactose-intolerant gem of the massage world. I hate to be that person but I’ve had some injuries so my body is fragile. If I ever get a massage for Christmas, I go to a massage
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Telling a good story is all about how well you deliver it. I assure you, I do not deliver. But keep reading regardless because it’s about me humiliating myself which is always a treat. I went to India about seven years ago which is as long as it has taken me to get over this
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What I thought would happen: I had this idealistic scenario in my head, where I show up at the airport with a packed bag. I pick a flight off the departures board and then I hop on the plane to where ever. Hair blowing in the airport breeze, my smile radiating sunshine… am I gliding like
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Morocco is Opposite Land to me. You think it was cheap but it was expensive. You think they speak Arabic but randomly it’s French too. You think their mint tea is going to be the best but it’s gross flavoured with tones of sugar. You think it is spelt Morroco but it’s Morocco. Like I said, Opposite
The rumours are true. I hopped on my flight from Sydney to Shanghai on a Wednesday evening. I sat in my assigned seat and hoped, as I do every flight, that no one would sit next to me. I waited. As the cabin doors closed, excitement fluttered through me. Not only did no one sit
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I don’t do sit-ups, I do sit- downs and I stay down for 2-3 episodes. Exercise to me is crunching (leaning forward) to get my cup of tea. Or arm extensions (opening the fridge). So you can understand my frustration when I am forced to squat especially after I pay 25 cents. I am talking
Are you currently sleeping on an acquaintance’s couch/ in their closet, resting your head on a questionably stained pillow, freezing your ass off because of the sheet you were given (note: when you accepted it you said, “Oh, no! This is PERFECT! I am always way too warm.”) covers only your left butt cheek? Is your
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