Verves In Composition

As Melissa got into my car, I noticed that THING sitting on my dashboard.

I got defensive. “That’s not mine. It belongs to my mom.”

 She picked it up. Flipped it from end to end. “I don’t do these either.”

“Heh. I think It’s overrated. I would never buy and collect such things. Look at how corny it can get.”

“Wilde for you…The Best Man in Texas”

 We release giggles.

I respond with a theory. “I think that sometimes women read these things because they lack the romance in their lives.”

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I remember I had time to kill in a rent-a-book store more than a decade ago. Overcome by laziness to move and after overfeeding my brain in the Teenage fiction section. I stretched out a bit to reach for a book.

…The kind that my mother aunts and older female cousins seems so immersed with…

The book just unravelled itself with pages marked by folded edges pointing inwards to the text. This must be the highlight of the book.

 “…He then undid her shirt and XXX her XXX. She XXX his XXX.”

Spare the eyes which have not even undergone puberty transitions.

My fragile little 10 year old mind was in dysfunctional clockworks. I thought romance was supposed to be walk in the parks, chocolates and flowers, break ups and make ups, and sweet kisses goodnight!

In disbelief, I picked up another book. And another. And another. The same markings on the top corners of the page. Bloody hell. Must have been one hell of a woman with urges. All the same check in and check out date.

Now that I think of it, I think some women are just addicted to the juicy sections of it. It maybe immersive literature, but not literature where I’d like to open up for discussion with friends or a book club.

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Mommies with books like these with underaged children, please don’t  leave your books lying around the house like that. Especially if your kid likes to read.

I recalled how much I do miss the enjoyment of watching costumed men and women take fictional characters in to the taste and enjoyment of a meal.  Until….’Pure Serendipidity’ is how I would put a tag for stumbling upon this restaurant.

Ashley and I were spending a little sister time together when ‘Wizard’s World’ neon lights and quirkyly dressed staff tempted us to come over. It’s impossible to miss this place on the 6th floor with it’s bright Disney like fonts beaming invitingly to go ahead for a go.

Vampires, serial killers and Gorillas helped us with the seating and as you get lead to your dungeon medeival styled tables, there is a main an actual 4D Haunted Adventure theatre at the back of the restaurant, Old lamps, a wall filled to the brim with Ghoulish masks, a ceiling that looks like it’s caught chicken pox and I absolutely loved the bubbling chemical jars.

And the menu leaves you spoilt for choice. They’ve got Pizzas named after Star signs so you can go according to Horoscopes if you’re feeling superstitious. Cocktail juices with spell binding names. Everything is just so dramatic!

I opted for a glass called ‘Gorgeous Spell’ A fusion of strawberry and something else which tasted like a tropical punch, and a ‘Carbonara Labryinth’ Ash decided to be less adventurous with a Hot Chocolate and a Turkey Pineapple Cheese Toastie

I must admit that I was afraid that being a food glutton that I was, I’d find myself too picky for the possibility of ‘what if it doesn’t taste good?’ BUT THE FOOD is surprisingly PRETTY GOOD. We did lick our platters clean.

AND WHILE YOU EAT THERE IS ENTERTAINMENT PROVIDED! THE CAPTAIN CAME TO OUR TABLE AND PERFORMED MAGIC TRICKS FOR US AS WE WAITED FOR OUR FOOD AND BEFORE WE FINISHED OFF OUR FOOD! I’d give the service a big thumbs up too!For a place that has only been open for two weeks! Both Ash and I agreed, the meal really made our day. Now that is good, fun dining. 

It’s not everyday that i pick up my keys at 8:30pm to drive down to the nearest Tesco to satisfy my dad’s sudden craving for home made wan tan noodles.
It’s not everyday that even the road to Tesco is jammed up that I am forced to park in a dark place andtake a 3 min stroll to get a beam of light on my skin.
Perhaps on the occassion that stand looking up at a mountain of dried noodle figuring if I should stock up Mamee noodles,deciding to stay loyal with Maggi noodles or boil up the Cintan brand.
But definitely not everyday that a BIG, FAT, KID PLAYS HIT AND RUN WITH ME DRIVING A SHOPPING CART IN THE DRIED NOODLE AISLE. A BIG FAT KID WHO SCREAMS ‘MASHI MARO!!!’
Something I’d like to classify as a most ….

‘wtf situation’.

An although I didn’t lose my balance what-so-ever, the pain was enough to affix me stoning for a good 10 minutes (IN AN AISLE OF DRIED NOODLES), with a bloody pain in my right waist. With no apology what-so-ever. Boy, I’d like to screw that kid up and his parents into Mashi Maro pulp. But the kid prolly doesn’t realise that he has belly folds that would put Mashi Maro to shame
And like most days and almost everyday. THERE ARE NEVER ENOUGH CASHIER COUNTERS OPEN AND THE QUES ARE BLOODY LONG.

Enough Voltaren jabs please, I’ve just been put off by Mashi Maro, and parents who don’t set good examples for their kids.

It’s not everyday that i pick up my keys at 8:30pm to drive down to the nearest Tesco to satisfy my dad’s sudden craving for home made wan tan noodles.

It’s not everyday that even the road to Tesco is jammed up that I am forced to park in a dark place andtake a 3 min stroll to get a beam of light on my skin.

Perhaps on the occassion that stand looking up at a mountain of dried noodle figuring if I should stock up Mamee noodles,deciding to stay loyal with Maggi noodles or boil up the Cintan brand.

But definitely not everyday that a BIG, FAT, KID PLAYS HIT AND RUN WITH ME DRIVING A SHOPPING CART IN THE DRIED NOODLE AISLE. A BIG FAT KID WHO SCREAMS ‘MASHI MARO!!!’

Something I’d like to classify as a most ….

‘wtf situation’.

An although I didn’t lose my balance what-so-ever, the pain was enough to affix me stoning for a good 10 minutes (IN AN AISLE OF DRIED NOODLES), with a bloody pain in my right waist. With no apology what-so-ever. Boy, I’d like to screw that kid up and his parents into Mashi Maro pulp. But the kid prolly doesn’t realise that he has belly folds that would put Mashi Maro to shame

And like most days and almost everyday. THERE ARE NEVER ENOUGH CASHIER COUNTERS OPEN AND THE QUES ARE BLOODY LONG.

Enough Voltaren jabs please, I’ve just been put off by Mashi Maro, and parents who don’t set good examples for their kids.

It’s the new year and over three years of blogging, I’ve finally joined many other people there with a domain to myself.*Sighs easily*