In the clouds with my blue-eyed fantasy

"Though it maybe for a short while,
I took solace in a stranger's smile.
Surprised I was to feel,
I had wondered if I'd ever heal,
Now I know, I'll be heading down the road
I thought I'd never again go..." --------ME

The Drama Queen has arrived!!!! Let it be known to the world that she is home. Where she is a princess and is treated so...he he!!
The journey back home was wonderful, sad, crazy and eventful. (I sound like I don't have to leave again!) London was fun for once. I enjoyed the greatest sport in the world...SHOPPING! I never knew I was such a girl!!. My shopaholism has now come full-circle...and yes my tastes are just as exquisite as they used to be. I bought some amazingly dainty shoes that look beautiful on my dainty feet (hehe...talk about modesty). They almost feel as though the designer had my feet in mind!!! (No ...big lie...but they do look fantastic) Anyway, its good to be home. My attempts at weight loss will not work here. Every time I return I expect to lose a few kilos but the opposite happens. I still dream on, thinking this time it will be different. However, what was different, was the journey home...ahem! I make it sound like a pilgrimage. It was just a nice enjoyable 8.5 hour flight home. It was different because it was 'enjoyable'.
A fat man who eats the wrong kind of food, which later presents itself in the smelliest of farts, is the representative travel companion for me. I get stuck on flights with crying and wailing babies and ugly smelly men. I am always surrounded by them.
So what makes this one different? I had a face that I could look at not get disgusted of (Actually, it was quite a visual delight...heheh). It was accompanied by a brain that supported complicated functions such as thinking and had the added feature of humour. Most important of all, this organism was capable of politeness!!!!
And the surprising thing was, that it was a man...!!

Anyway, I am quite embaressed. I have a crush...ugh!! I am 24 fucking years old, I should know better than that. I am so smart that I didn't ask for his email address.

So here I am in my fantasy and hoping, wishing, praying....that he writes to me.

Oh! and also that he never reads this blog ...