London

London's calling. And I am missing it. Because instead of becoming familiar with automobile mechanics, I chose to get familiar with London, breathe it, live it, and get London degrees, give London concerts, and fall in love with London's West-End as well as London's Covent Garden. Oh and I also love London's Soho haunts with a vengeance. And has that made me richer, in the pure sense of rich as in loaded with money? Absolutely no. It has made me a qualified person, a daydreamer as well as a night one, but certainly quite poor. Poor, yes perhaps not as in a person, but as in bank accounts. Dearie me, why the hell did I ever come back anyway? Probably because Malta was calling as in the love stakes. Perhaps actually venturing to the British capital was a mistake, because you never miss what you don't know, and what you don't know doesn't hurt you. But then I wouldn't have London degrees.... yeah right and so what? I could have become a mechanic or a tile layer or a plumber. Rightfully that would have interfered with my manicured hands, but who cares as long as your wallet is bursting at its sides? Mine does but it doesn't keep bursting for long, because I start thinking about jewellery and shoes. Because I need them right? Yes a girl needs all those. So maybe we girls should have added extra benefits to our salaries as nontaxable expenses. That would probably be all of my salary, but I pay so much already in tax. It would be nice to have an extra 500 Euro instead of it going to the Inland Revenue Department.

And if I were in London, I could be at Tiffany's right now, or at Harrods, or at Sloane's Square watching the highly coutured gentlemen, or maybe at Camden where I could get anything for 99p. It's a love-affair this thing about me and London, and it seems I'm never going to get over it. Period.