Part 1

•July 27, 2014 • Leave a Comment

As of Saturday night I have been devoid of a laptop.
It has gone to live with my uncle for a little bit because it is sick and needs to get better.. Until then.. Posts will be done with my phone.. Or at work.. But then I can’t help but think that using work computers for my posts would be a little bit cheeky.. Or not.. :D

So true to yesterday’s post I’ll tell you about my journey into London.. The most horrific yet one of the loveliest journeys taken on National Express.

Now I’ve never had any qualms with National Express coaches prior to this journey. There have been single occasions where coaches have left late or arrived to the destination later than indicated, but for the most part, they are usually a good service and often get me to my destination ahead of schedule. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
If I wasn’t on the coach and someone told me the story I am about to tell you, I wouldn’t believe them. It sounds so far-fetched and ridiculous that I couldn’t even dream of making this up.

First and foremost I need to say that the reason why I take coach is because it is a cheaper alternative to taking the train. If I book well enough in advance.. And I mean about 8 weeks or so, then I can purchase train tickets with ease.. Any time after that.. WITH my young persons railcard I am looking at in excess of £45.. It’s just a bit much compared with a £10-15 return fare on the coach.
So anyway, I walked to the station from work and waited. Our coach pulled up, let it’s passengers off and then we were informed that there would be a 30 minute delay because the driver had to go and get fuel and come back before we could start our journey. We all sat back down. At this point, 30 minutes was fine. We could easily get that back when we got on the motorway. So the driver came back and we left, reaching our next stop 15 minutes later than schedule. Everyone was boarded onto the coach and the girl from the station that checked off the passengers got on the coach, did a head count, had a few words with the driver and we were off. Little did we know the real problems started before we had left that stop.
We got to the next station on our journey to pick up two passengers. They were checked in on the manifesto and their bags placed in the hold, then they boarded the bus to sit down. One of the girls boarded first and immediately started telling her friend that there were no seats together for them to sit down.. Moments later it became apparent that there was only one seat left for the two passengers.
When we left the previous stop along our route, the girl that boarded to do a head count messed up. She somehow thought that there were three empty seats on the coach when in actual fact there was only one. We had problems. Two passengers, one seat. They were fuming.
One of the two passengers proceeded to call the National Express helpline and the driver turned off the engine and proceeded to call National Express service support. After about 15 minutes of sitting in the station the driver came on the coach and informed us we had a problem. He couldn’t move with a standing passenger, so unless a solution was found, we weren’t going anywhere. The reaction of the passengers was almost – dare I say – mob like.
They demanded that the driver check everyone’s tickets again and were at a loss as to how we apparently left the previous stop with three seats and have arrived at this one with one.
After 45 minutes of waiting, National Express agreed to pay for one person to proceed to London via taxi, so someone volunteered to give up their seat so the two passengers could get on and we could leave.
An hour after we arrived, we were leaving completely full with no empty seats – everyone cheered as we moved. Only one stop between here and London I thought to myself.
We were on our way again. After being on the coach for probably about 45 or so minutes we pulled into a service area so that we could change drivers as the driver we had needed to take another bus. So we pulled in and our driver called the other driver to see where he was. He didn’t answer. He turned off the engine and again called National Express service support to check for him. We soon found out that the driver was a no show. We were on a coach in a service area with no one to drive us further onto our destination. Service support suggested that the current driver take us all the way down to London.. To which he responded that wouldn’t be possible because he has another coach waiting for him.
In essence we were stranded. The driver stood up and told us more bad news. We all groaned at the fact that we were encountering another problem after only just having rectified the first one. Most of the passengers got off the coach and we started speaking to each other, asking names and where they were from before sharing laughs at our misfortune.. Some other passengers were not so happy and were not afraid to make that known.
30 minutes had gone by and with no sign of a solution, people started getting to know each other more.. It’s amazing how some situations bring out amazing qualities in a bunch of strangers ultimately uniting them to become more because of this shared experience..

My story will continue tomorrow as I didn’t realise how long it was going to be! If you’ve made it this far.. Congratulations! I promise you.. The shambles of this journey only gets better!

To be continued..

Two Days..

•July 26, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I feel like I have been awake for two days.. Oh wait.. I have :(

My eyes are burning and my body is getting ready to shut down..

And I’m with my personal trainer tomorrow at 9:00am. I need to get some rest.

I’ll tell you about my weekend in tomorrow’s post.. It’s a great story.. Not.

Going for some shut-eye..x

Get togethers..

•July 24, 2014 • 2 Comments

So, WordPress is being a little bit off tonight.. so this is going to be short and sweet..

 

Tonight was lovely..

The girls came over and I made salsa and guacamole that we had with chips and I also made dinosaur shaped shortbread cookies.. We had s’mores, fruit, and other things.. The night was definitely all kinds of awesome!

I spoke about who inspires me (other than my mother who is all kinds of super mum awesomeness) and why they do, what characteristics and qualities I like and how we serve other people.

After the girls left I tidied up, which thankfully took all of 15 minutes and I went to bed! I haven’t packed for my journey home tomorrow, but I have written a list so it should be pretty easy to do in the morning.. *she says with fingers crossed and eyes half closed*

I love the people I have in my world. They are amazing, thoughtful, kind, encouraging and generous among other things.

I am one lucky girl!

Sleepy..

•July 23, 2014 • Leave a Comment

On Wednesdays I finish work half an hour later than I do on other days.

Last night I stayed up until 2am talking to a friend. I was due to be up at 5 as I was supposed to be heading to the gym for an hour before work. I woke up and looked at the time! I missed my gym session and had no time to make my porridge.. So I ended up having to have eggs instead.. Maybe I ate them too fast.

It was a long day at work. I stretched out my tasks so I wouldn’t get bored and the day went by quickly.

With the addition of the heat and my nutritional lunch, it was safe to say that I was tired.. And remembering that I had to go to the gym after work as I’d missed it this morning made me want to cry.
I swung by the supermarket on my way home, picked up 3 ingredients and strolled home. I got in and changed into my training gear and had an hour workout session. By the end of it I was shattered, sweaty, super hot and hungry. I got a shower, ate my dinner and tried to stay awake. After failing for what seemed like ever, I succumbed to the desire for sleep and am now in bed.

I will be up early as I have to be at the gym and also give my room a good tidy.

For now my focus is on resting and being refreshed.. Tomorrow is a new day.. A brand new day.

I bid you adieu..

Sweating.. Palpitations and Screaming

•July 22, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I am generally not scared of bugs or creepy crawly creatures.

I can be in a room with them and don’t really get frightened if I see a spider or something.

There are 2 things I cannot stand. Moths and big flies.

I hate that noise a fly makes when it passes close by. I don’t know why I don’t like it.. All I know is that I always end up swatting which almost always results in me smacking myself. Usually around the face.

And moths.. Oooh.. Moths. I detest them.

Why are they like the way that they are. They creep up on you in the dark and scare the living daylights out of you!

I was sitting in my room earlier watching Princess Diaries.. because.. Why not.. I watched Bridget Jones last night! Lol! Anyway.. I sat here watching The Princess Diaries and I thought I saw something fly past my head out of the corner of my eye. I swatted my hand away and continued watching.
An hour goes by and out of the corner of my other eye, I thought I saw something. I shrugged my shoulders and continued watching. Flutter, flutter again. I look over to my window and there is a GIANT moth sitting on the glass.. hovering up and down.
Now at this moment, my heart genuinely begins to beat faster. My housemate and I have a deal. I deal with the creepy crawlies if she deals with the flying things.. Namely fat flies and moths.. But she is not home.

I looked around my room frantically.. looking for something.. Anything that I could use to get it out. To be honest I don’t know how it even got in. My window is open a little crack and the moth was bigger than the opening. The only other thing I am thinking is that one evening it flew in through the kitchen window and has been hiding out in my room all this time and flying on me when I have been sleeping.. UUURGH! I cannot entertain that thought! I feel so itchy right now.

The moth is gone. I handled it.. But not without screaming and flinging things, running, falling backwards over my bed, wiping sweat from my forehead and having this crazy feeling that my heart was outside my body and about to explode from all the adrenaline.

Yeah.. Just a typical Tuesday night..

Oh and as I was typing this, something flew at me and I caught a glimpse of it on my laptop screen and ended up flinging my laptop off my lap and onto the floor.

I hate moths.

I think it’s my bedtime *sigh*

More Thoughts..

•July 21, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Today I realised that life is it.

Because why not?

You get one chance. One. To stand out.. To make a difference.

I want to be remembered for my actions. How I helped others.. selflessly. How I served. I want to leave something behind.. My mark on the world.. On humanity.

Some people look at me and think what I’m asking is a big deal, but what people don’t realise is that small acts when multiplied by everyone in my world.. Then everyone in their worlds and so on can amount to millions of people being touched. Small acts can transform the world.

I am an optimist. An introvert by nature and extrovert.. Selectively. I am a giver, a helper and a volunteer. I do it because that is who I am. Acts of kindness.. Making people feel amazing by doing something for them is where I excel daily. I don’t do it for recognition or to be praised by my peers and leaders. I don’t do it to be noticed or to fit into a particular type of group, people or lifestyle.. I do it because I don’t think I know how to be any other way.

I want to be helpful. I want to be your friend. I want to say yes when you ask, and how can I assist you when you don’t. I want to impact people on such a scale that they want to do the same to someone.. anyone.. a friend.. family member.. stranger. I want to reach out to so many so in turn they can reach out to more.

I want to pour myself out.. Unreservedly.. Unapologetic and unashamed. I want to be me. I want to be me by helping you.

I’m not a girl who bases judgement or feeling on what someone says, or the gifts that I do or don’t receive. I am a girl who wants to invest herself in people and in life. In the future and in what I know makes a difference to so many.

Acts of kindness, no matter how big, or small, sometimes say a lot more than anything else.

Whether you are nice to me or not.. I always try to remain consistent in my dealings with others. I’m not perfect, so I can’t say that when people are mean to me that I 100% can take it on the chin, but I think I handle it better now than I have done. Like I said, I am not perfect and I can’t help it. This is just the way I am.

Watch this space.. I have plans.

Acts

of

Kindness.

Long overdue..

•July 20, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I got up this morning and decided that I had to work out. I did some exercise yesterday and kind of woke up sore.. But I have to endure. My job is to eat right to ensure that I gain the correct recovery food for my muscles so I gain muscle and lose fat. Anyway.. That’s boring. I must have been tired because when I was working out I hurt myself.. I mean I dropped 15kg plates on my ankle.
It hurt so bad. Fortunately, I don’t have a huge bruise.. But every once in a while I get a big twinge of pain and it tingles..

I should be more careful..

But I guess it’s overdue.. I haven’t had a clumsy moment in a while..

Night x

 
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