when the clock strikes 12-our rendezvous

i came home after a long day of rehearsing the strut, tying sarees in toilets and standing in never ending make-up queues, really looking forward to a nice, long shower and my welcoming bed. instead i found myself sitting in a rent-a-car-for-9-pounds vehicle, whizzing about london, on a midnight joyride. qj and the boys had driven down to oxford earlier for a scrumptious seafood dinner and decided to take us girls for a spin after. it's been awhile since i have sat slouching in the front seat, knees hugged to my chest as i watch the twinkling lights of a big city pass me by. i felt like i was right back at home. in the car, with the music...but not all things were quite the same. we explored some nooks and crannies of london that i have never seen before. it was beauuuutiful!..and then to see the real part of london, we went through a hustling bustling drunk chinatown and leicester square. i was a happy tired zombie by the time i reached my bed.

this is london baby, not australia, not porto malai...i want to live hereee!