You set my soul on fire... I'm alive.
It is great hearing the lyrics, but I can't relate to anyone to romance with, except my thoughts run straight up to the sky, to my God. And I smile. He sure does it to me, 'every time'.
I am again 'Home Alone' after five weeks of family moving in and out of my place, loving them each for their being in my life and those moments of Ooopsies. Well, it is family, after all. Life is to cherish one another; it is acceptable to raise questions of doubt at times of their peculiar behaviours, as long as judgement and expectation do not ruin counting their values. None of us are perfect. The lesson is learning how to handle situations with grace and true love.
The saying maybe you can't live with them. But you certainly can't live without them.
The weirdest things keep happening in my daily life.
Last Thursday, before noon, after a pilates class, I took my car for a wash in the open car park. Being a regular, the boys who work there know me. As I exited my automobile to have the inside cleaned, I noticed the two boys standing close by their car behind mine. The aroma of a spliff hit my nostrils, and I turned around, amazed to see the two boys, tall, in caps, oversized tracksuit bottoms and tight shirts to emphasize their muscly chests, passing a big joint onto one another! It was irresistible not to make a comment, so I turned to the bigger lad and said:
"That sure smells good!"
The boy seemed surprised at my remark and exclaimed:
"That was the last thing I thought you would tell me!"
I smiled and said: "See? You should never judge a book by the cover."
To my delight, they offered to pass around their joint to me.
The scene was too surreal to refuse. I stood midday in the middle of that parking lot, smoking with my new buddies. The two puffs were enough to put a large smile on my face to carry on with the rest of my day. I had only just got in the driver's seat when I noticed the car wash attendants had found one of my favourite black diamond loop earrings, though lost two weeks ago. I thanked everyone and left in owe.
In the evening, I was looking forward to meeting with my Croatian connection and at a lavish canape dinner. With the immaculate decoration of scented candles and the giant off-pink roses scattered around the glamour of architecture at our meeting place, accompanied by superb sushi canapes going around, the company of these wonderful friends made the hours pass as a short, flawless dream.
Dreams can be reality. Moments that take our breath away need not necessarily be a scene on a beach, where the breeze of the night, brushing against one's skin, blows gentle scents of the evening flower into our sense of smell. At the same time, the eyes witness the sparkling stars in an indigo sky, a moon shining bright as a sprinkle onto the seas. It can simply be a connection with another soul.
Friday lunch was at 202 in Notting Hill with Hala.
Zuma was the designated meeting bar with Donna in the early evening. Our bonding during the long walks in the countryside had left a sweet reflection in my mind, and I looked forward to spending time with my friend. She is genuine, fun, kind and definitely does not judge others. She had asked Suki to leave her books at home and join us for fun; as we finished our cocktails, we headed towards Notting Hill, one of my new favourite gastro pubs. Waiting for a table in the cramped area did not help our rambling stomachs. I gave my name to the waiter to be put on the 45-minute waiting list, and we drove around every restaurant we could think of in the area, unsuccessfully looking for a table of three. What is this recession they are talking about?
Finally, we returned to the pub, delighted to be seated immediately for half a dozen Scottish oysters. Well, that was my order.
Next to us were two trendy-looking guys who opened a conversation as soon as we settled at our table. The dialogue among the five of us continued through the meal until closing. Suki suggested a Mexican bar where we could hang out and dance, so the boys came along to the next destination, and when that place closed, we appeared at the Electric member's bar. From a passion fruit martini at Zuma's to the Marguerita, followed by a coffee Petrone tequila with ice at the last bar (need I add till they closed too?!), I was feeling joyful. At our table of seven (by now), Donna pointed at a guy sitting at the bar with a friend in black attire, both staring at me. We looked towards them, and their glances would not leave my way. Even though I could not replace the faces, I wondered whether I knew them. We let out a girlie giggle amongst ourselves without a trace of amusement on the faces of our counterparts. Oh well.
At closing time, it seemed one of the starters had followed me to the Ladies'. As I walked out, he was standing next to the photo machine (yes. There's a photo machine outside the toilets in the club). He introduced himself as Mick and asked if I would take four pictures with him! In the boot. Pourquoi pas! In other words, why not. As we all later stood outside the Electric, Mick asked us to return to his place, accompanied by his older, 'too stylish' male friend. Donna looked at him doubtfully and said: "No. We're going home, and I'm giving Haldita a lift."
Although my feet were killing me from the high heels, which were meant to last for a drink and nibbles at Zuma's, and I ended up dancing and walking around Notting Hill all night long, all I wanted was the comfort of my bed. Still, it was amusing watching Mick pull one of my arms, insisting I go back to his place, and my darling Donna pulling the other arm, persisting I am being taken home by her.
Aren't friends just awesome when they watch each other's back?
I adore my family and my buddies. If we can adopt children to be part of our family, why can't we do that with friends? After all, the only consent needed is their mutual love.
It was so cool of my young friend Harun to contact me when he landed for his short visit to London. We met with one of the twin sisters from their party boat in Hvar, Isadora, at Jack's bar for a nightcap.
One last thing... This afternoon, when we went by the river Thames with Charlotte and her boy to feed the seagulls with the leftover variety of bread from my family visiting, one of the sweet creatures shat on my hair as a token of gratitude; I can only presume!
Let's see what good luck awaits. I never understood what kind of luck can shit bring?! Haha
Power of positive thinking... Time shall tell.
It is great hearing the lyrics, but I can't relate to anyone to romance with, except my thoughts run straight up to the sky, to my God. And I smile. He sure does it to me, 'every time'.
I am again 'Home Alone' after five weeks of family moving in and out of my place, loving them each for their being in my life and those moments of Ooopsies. Well, it is family, after all. Life is to cherish one another; it is acceptable to raise questions of doubt at times of their peculiar behaviours, as long as judgement and expectation do not ruin counting their values. None of us are perfect. The lesson is learning how to handle situations with grace and true love.
The saying maybe you can't live with them. But you certainly can't live without them.
The weirdest things keep happening in my daily life.
Last Thursday, before noon, after a pilates class, I took my car for a wash in the open car park. Being a regular, the boys who work there know me. As I exited my automobile to have the inside cleaned, I noticed the two boys standing close by their car behind mine. The aroma of a spliff hit my nostrils, and I turned around, amazed to see the two boys, tall, in caps, oversized tracksuit bottoms and tight shirts to emphasize their muscly chests, passing a big joint onto one another! It was irresistible not to make a comment, so I turned to the bigger lad and said:
"That sure smells good!"
The boy seemed surprised at my remark and exclaimed:
"That was the last thing I thought you would tell me!"
I smiled and said: "See? You should never judge a book by the cover."
To my delight, they offered to pass around their joint to me.
The scene was too surreal to refuse. I stood midday in the middle of that parking lot, smoking with my new buddies. The two puffs were enough to put a large smile on my face to carry on with the rest of my day. I had only just got in the driver's seat when I noticed the car wash attendants had found one of my favourite black diamond loop earrings, though lost two weeks ago. I thanked everyone and left in owe.
In the evening, I was looking forward to meeting with my Croatian connection and at a lavish canape dinner. With the immaculate decoration of scented candles and the giant off-pink roses scattered around the glamour of architecture at our meeting place, accompanied by superb sushi canapes going around, the company of these wonderful friends made the hours pass as a short, flawless dream.
Dreams can be reality. Moments that take our breath away need not necessarily be a scene on a beach, where the breeze of the night, brushing against one's skin, blows gentle scents of the evening flower into our sense of smell. At the same time, the eyes witness the sparkling stars in an indigo sky, a moon shining bright as a sprinkle onto the seas. It can simply be a connection with another soul.
Friday lunch was at 202 in Notting Hill with Hala.
Zuma was the designated meeting bar with Donna in the early evening. Our bonding during the long walks in the countryside had left a sweet reflection in my mind, and I looked forward to spending time with my friend. She is genuine, fun, kind and definitely does not judge others. She had asked Suki to leave her books at home and join us for fun; as we finished our cocktails, we headed towards Notting Hill, one of my new favourite gastro pubs. Waiting for a table in the cramped area did not help our rambling stomachs. I gave my name to the waiter to be put on the 45-minute waiting list, and we drove around every restaurant we could think of in the area, unsuccessfully looking for a table of three. What is this recession they are talking about?
Finally, we returned to the pub, delighted to be seated immediately for half a dozen Scottish oysters. Well, that was my order.
Next to us were two trendy-looking guys who opened a conversation as soon as we settled at our table. The dialogue among the five of us continued through the meal until closing. Suki suggested a Mexican bar where we could hang out and dance, so the boys came along to the next destination, and when that place closed, we appeared at the Electric member's bar. From a passion fruit martini at Zuma's to the Marguerita, followed by a coffee Petrone tequila with ice at the last bar (need I add till they closed too?!), I was feeling joyful. At our table of seven (by now), Donna pointed at a guy sitting at the bar with a friend in black attire, both staring at me. We looked towards them, and their glances would not leave my way. Even though I could not replace the faces, I wondered whether I knew them. We let out a girlie giggle amongst ourselves without a trace of amusement on the faces of our counterparts. Oh well.
At closing time, it seemed one of the starters had followed me to the Ladies'. As I walked out, he was standing next to the photo machine (yes. There's a photo machine outside the toilets in the club). He introduced himself as Mick and asked if I would take four pictures with him! In the boot. Pourquoi pas! In other words, why not. As we all later stood outside the Electric, Mick asked us to return to his place, accompanied by his older, 'too stylish' male friend. Donna looked at him doubtfully and said: "No. We're going home, and I'm giving Haldita a lift."
Although my feet were killing me from the high heels, which were meant to last for a drink and nibbles at Zuma's, and I ended up dancing and walking around Notting Hill all night long, all I wanted was the comfort of my bed. Still, it was amusing watching Mick pull one of my arms, insisting I go back to his place, and my darling Donna pulling the other arm, persisting I am being taken home by her.
Aren't friends just awesome when they watch each other's back?
I adore my family and my buddies. If we can adopt children to be part of our family, why can't we do that with friends? After all, the only consent needed is their mutual love.
It was so cool of my young friend Harun to contact me when he landed for his short visit to London. We met with one of the twin sisters from their party boat in Hvar, Isadora, at Jack's bar for a nightcap.
One last thing... This afternoon, when we went by the river Thames with Charlotte and her boy to feed the seagulls with the leftover variety of bread from my family visiting, one of the sweet creatures shat on my hair as a token of gratitude; I can only presume!
Let's see what good luck awaits. I never understood what kind of luck can shit bring?! Haha
Power of positive thinking... Time shall tell.
What a cheerful person you are! Those damned seagulls deserved a kick in the arse for shitting on you after you'd fed them. Do you know the Monty Python song Always look on the bright side of life?. I think it should be your theme song.
ReplyDeleteHaha ... To look on the bright side, I was lucky today! Too long to explain but I take it as a lucky omen ... The bird shit that is. Your words cheered me up. Thank you
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