Unapologetically Pink

So, I’ve found a five star hotel management traineeship in Kolkata, India. (One of many considerations!)

I was browsing through the AIESEC Kolkata welcome pack. I got to the section entitled “other things to bring”, and at the end of the list, I saw this:

International student ID – if you have
Credit card – if you please
International driving licence – if you dare!!
I miss India …

Alexander Frater, former chief travel correspondent of The Observer:

To those who say the excitement has gone out of travel, I say “cobblers”. … All that matters is that it continues to lift the spirits and quicken the senses, and keep us alive to a world which, despite the state we’ve got it into, remains a place of astounding interest, beauty and variety. We’re only here once, and I simply cannot understand why absolutely everyone isn’t consumed by an unquenchable desire to get out there and see every last bit of it.

Perfectly put, Mr. Frater.

I can slice a loaf of bread.

Wonderwoman. Officially.

I made it to Merifield and back again today.

Merifield is the self-catering complex in Summertown where I lived last year. I distinctly remember a midnight run with Cem last summer, when we joked about the day we would finally be able to run between the centre and the complex without stopping. Neither of us thought we’d ever manage. (Indeed, that was our first, and only run together that term.)

Ha ZAH, today was that day! Dear Cem was still at home so I ran it alone. When I finished I was so pleased with myself that I felt obliged to do a victory dance. I briefly checked for unwilling spectators, but in my dizzy recovery I must have missed the runner behind me. I spun around only to almost bump into her – of course, I then proceeded to emphatically stretch as if that had been my original intention.

I had to stifle a very large giggle, and I’m sure she saw through my ridiculous elongated pose. But who says runners have to be sullen?

I don’t like not posting. So I’m removing the subject restriction: this blog is no longer “on what we could be and trying to get there”.

It might be. Sometimes. But, sometimes, I want to write about other stuff. I want to record more than the failures and successes … what about the everything elses?

So right here, now, I’m going to be me. A student, a partier, a thesis-writer. A chocolate biscuit believer. A would-be salsa dancer. An amateur photographer. A Tesco devotee. A world wanderer. A runner. An aspiring self developer. An unashamed internet addict. A 106.7 Lite FM lover. A someday-will-be hotel manager. An eternal grumbler. A jewellery maker. A slim down battler. A home girl. A merciless raspberry lipgloss wearer. A fine men enthusiast. A glitzy-ring lover. An always cheeky, unapologetically pink blogger.

Out loud.