Goodness, more going out... and going out... and going out!
Even I can't keep up with myself here. Have been meaning to come back to the South America trip but then so much is happening in my world, daily!
I saw Shiba this afternoon for a whizz through the design exhibition. It seemed as though not much had changed since I last visited this show. We were discussing our views after many years of doing exhibitions of designs in different parts of the world; from Paris to New York.
"Why is it that as we get older, we have less tolerance? Like the exhibition today, I just couldn't be bothered to see the same old things again, especially having been to the Paris design show which is always spectacular. Those Parisians really know how to do it. Don't you think?" Shiba was talking as we took a walk around the shops after our visit.
"I think as we get older and have seen so much around the world, everything starts to have a different meaning. Our views widen and we have seen enough to know what we like most. While our choice becomes more limited as we have grasped a better meaning of our taste in design, in food, in how we choose to live our lives and even the people we tolerate and others whom we feel best to keep away from." Was my point of view.
As we walked around the shops, Shiba picked clothes to try on while I sat on a chair and watched.
"Are you sick or something? Let me see if you have any fever!" Shiba said. "How come you are not trying any clothes. This is so unlike you!"
"I'm kind of exhausted. It's been so many late nights and besides, I have no space in my cupboards left! Really don't need any more clothes." I answered.
"It hasn't stopped you before." Shiba laughed.
"True. There is hope for us all." Was my response.
"So... What's been happening?" My friend was curious.
Saturday night, my friend Isabella was working at an event in Shoreditch; an area of London which has become the party-goers' in-place to be. With Troy, We drove through the crowds of people hanging around in the streets; whether waiting at the entrance of a club or drinking away outside the pubs where they could smoke... And with this no-smoking ban, it seems the whole outdoor area of the streets with bars and restaurants has turned into smoking! Finally, with the help of the annoying sat nav, we got to our destination. We were then joined by Isabella and her friend to descend to our favourite dancing destination; our underground disco!
It was like letting some kindergarden kids loose into their favourite playground. It is interesting how different places have different meanings and memories for us all. With my passion for dancing throughout my life... I so wanted to be a ballet dancer at the age of five. Then I used to dance at my parents' parties from a young age in front of a salon full of guests; on my own, to a special music. I took salsa classes later in life, then some classical dancing. Could have made a career of it perhaps? Or perhaps NOT. Some passions are private and by that I mean, not everything in life is for sale.
In order to keep sane, away from our daily routine, it is good to find something... anything to occupy our mind and excite our souls. To make us smile and feel, life is good. I chose the company of friends and dancing.
We strolled from one room with a different dj to another, greeted some house djs who have become friends through the course of the time spent there and generally chatted to people and danced the night away.
As we entered room 2; where a great sound of techno was being played, a boy appeared face to face with me. As our eyes met, there was a sudden sparkle, I had not felt like this in a long time. He was handsome beyond words, with big blue eyes with long eyelashes, a half-bearded face with a bone structure of the statue of David and the way he looked at me... He made me melt in my skin. And... He spoke French. All I could see was this stunning face and the top part of his white shirt. I had my one feather earring on with jeans and a white top, must have been looking way under my age! I must have been so besotted by him that I barely remember the conversation that went on between us. Beauty is to be admired, in any shape or form. I cannot even recall his name!!
He took my hand and directed me to the seat by the wall and sat himself while I stood dancing close to him. My hands leaned against the wall, as I danced up and down towards his face and touched his ears with the tip of my tongue. He was simply starring at me, encouraging me to go further. Now that I think of it, just like a madonna video!
Once the music changed, he stood up, I said: "See you." And left the room while he agreed and went on to join his friends.
I went to find my friends and continued the night dancing with yet a bigger smile.
Isabella appeared sometime later with her hands up in the air: "Where were you? I told you he was coming up with his friend to see you. To wait. They came up, we looked for you for half an hour and they left! He kept asking for you."
"Oh well... C'est la vie!" I said in a cool way.
Sometimes good memories are all we need to keep us smiling. We can't have everything... All the time.
Even I can't keep up with myself here. Have been meaning to come back to the South America trip but then so much is happening in my world, daily!
I saw Shiba this afternoon for a whizz through the design exhibition. It seemed as though not much had changed since I last visited this show. We were discussing our views after many years of doing exhibitions of designs in different parts of the world; from Paris to New York.
"Why is it that as we get older, we have less tolerance? Like the exhibition today, I just couldn't be bothered to see the same old things again, especially having been to the Paris design show which is always spectacular. Those Parisians really know how to do it. Don't you think?" Shiba was talking as we took a walk around the shops after our visit.
"I think as we get older and have seen so much around the world, everything starts to have a different meaning. Our views widen and we have seen enough to know what we like most. While our choice becomes more limited as we have grasped a better meaning of our taste in design, in food, in how we choose to live our lives and even the people we tolerate and others whom we feel best to keep away from." Was my point of view.
As we walked around the shops, Shiba picked clothes to try on while I sat on a chair and watched.
"Are you sick or something? Let me see if you have any fever!" Shiba said. "How come you are not trying any clothes. This is so unlike you!"
"I'm kind of exhausted. It's been so many late nights and besides, I have no space in my cupboards left! Really don't need any more clothes." I answered.
"It hasn't stopped you before." Shiba laughed.
"True. There is hope for us all." Was my response.
"So... What's been happening?" My friend was curious.
Saturday night, my friend Isabella was working at an event in Shoreditch; an area of London which has become the party-goers' in-place to be. With Troy, We drove through the crowds of people hanging around in the streets; whether waiting at the entrance of a club or drinking away outside the pubs where they could smoke... And with this no-smoking ban, it seems the whole outdoor area of the streets with bars and restaurants has turned into smoking! Finally, with the help of the annoying sat nav, we got to our destination. We were then joined by Isabella and her friend to descend to our favourite dancing destination; our underground disco!
It was like letting some kindergarden kids loose into their favourite playground. It is interesting how different places have different meanings and memories for us all. With my passion for dancing throughout my life... I so wanted to be a ballet dancer at the age of five. Then I used to dance at my parents' parties from a young age in front of a salon full of guests; on my own, to a special music. I took salsa classes later in life, then some classical dancing. Could have made a career of it perhaps? Or perhaps NOT. Some passions are private and by that I mean, not everything in life is for sale.
In order to keep sane, away from our daily routine, it is good to find something... anything to occupy our mind and excite our souls. To make us smile and feel, life is good. I chose the company of friends and dancing.
We strolled from one room with a different dj to another, greeted some house djs who have become friends through the course of the time spent there and generally chatted to people and danced the night away.
As we entered room 2; where a great sound of techno was being played, a boy appeared face to face with me. As our eyes met, there was a sudden sparkle, I had not felt like this in a long time. He was handsome beyond words, with big blue eyes with long eyelashes, a half-bearded face with a bone structure of the statue of David and the way he looked at me... He made me melt in my skin. And... He spoke French. All I could see was this stunning face and the top part of his white shirt. I had my one feather earring on with jeans and a white top, must have been looking way under my age! I must have been so besotted by him that I barely remember the conversation that went on between us. Beauty is to be admired, in any shape or form. I cannot even recall his name!!
He took my hand and directed me to the seat by the wall and sat himself while I stood dancing close to him. My hands leaned against the wall, as I danced up and down towards his face and touched his ears with the tip of my tongue. He was simply starring at me, encouraging me to go further. Now that I think of it, just like a madonna video!
Once the music changed, he stood up, I said: "See you." And left the room while he agreed and went on to join his friends.
I went to find my friends and continued the night dancing with yet a bigger smile.
Isabella appeared sometime later with her hands up in the air: "Where were you? I told you he was coming up with his friend to see you. To wait. They came up, we looked for you for half an hour and they left! He kept asking for you."
"Oh well... C'est la vie!" I said in a cool way.
Sometimes good memories are all we need to keep us smiling. We can't have everything... All the time.
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