I remember……

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I remember……

the red and white packets inhaled

sleepless nights on drawings we detailed

laughter in between heartily availed

for architectural crits we so nailed.

I remember……

our lengthy fingers and painted nails

with creativity the Prince of Wales

cooking still cuisine of Indonesian trails

a taller version of me unveils.

I remember……

photographs of your face

the smiles laden with grace

eyes bright wide with an even space

and the one you photoshoped hopelessly to deface.

I remember…….

the holidays to places

near and far even cold cold spaces

your Nazi hat and yellow braces

in boots we trekked the snow embraces

I remember…….

the tree painting from Poland

the one you said was you

the flight you took that everyone else didn’t

the dinners you missed because of Lindon

I remember……..

you hurting about that girl

the one who asked

I told you I would be there

No matter what the favour tasked

I remember…….

the doorless bathroom

the balustrade-less stair

the white cast iron chairs

the taxi that drove Broderick Road millionaires

I remember…….

6306278 London by the Thames

swanky loft and loneliness filled

yellow beds and petai sambal

Westin room and Christmas earings

husky voices sex on legs

the Chinese and English flings of ours

divorced parents and Italian

fashion and the Hilton

helpers of the iron lady

four red balloons

secrets in the dark

of our future

love…..sweet love……

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Why did you go?

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Who is Mamapumpkin?
Mamapumpkin spent 7 years in London committing crimes to gain her Bartlett degree in Architecture. She then spent 7 years as a Stay At Home Mom raising her children as documented in this blog of over 15 years thereafter returning to the Corporate World stronger than ever as the Country Director of a British Multinational. She sets out to prove to all, that you can have anything and everything that you want; if you have that fire of desire burning within and the drive to work hard. Even better with much love.

Mamapumpkin has not only grown corporate businesses successfully in the past but has grown not one but TWO network marketing businesses in the notorious MLM (Multi-Level Marketing) industry, achieving success in under 2 years. She believes in the MLM business model but realises the DRASTIC PITFALLS and great stigma attached to it, understanding EXACTLY WHY the majority would shy away (or RUN for their lives) from ANY MLM business. But open your eyes and take time to understand it intellectually, remove your hang-ups, confirm your research, and you may just want to seize an opportunity. She did. And no, she never went about chasing people for sales. She had a sophisticated system work for her through technology and a smartphone.

She now impacts lives authentically with proven strategies amassed through the last decade of her own transformation offering online coaching programmes and always supports the underprivileged. She believes that we can all have a life of our own desires to enable real contribution into the world. But first, one needs to understand what this all means.

A beautiful life without limits.

If you wish to learn some tools to propel your life forward guaranteed, be brave enough to make contact as her life's purpose is to build people. She operates through a discovery call after which she will commit to helping you. Or not.

Most lose out on an opportunity because they are afraid they would be sold to, conned or whatever fear resides in their brain without even trying. And that's on them.

Mamapumpkin is a living testimony that women really can have a lot. Being financially and time free has enabled her to travel the world anytime, anywhere, doing anything, and she spends most of her days with her children, having fun, and supporting others wherever she can. Also having fun.
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