I learned the coolest word ever last night on my tour around the city!
MDAaamazing... Wow
I'm still discussing this with Judes in the morning at my favourite club ever. Where else? But Fabric bien sure, we wondered why this word had not been heard before!
Simply because the feeling of just a couple of dabs of MDMA blows your mind away with the right music. There is such a warm feeling of love involved from the people around you, mixed in with a blend of music and lighting! How can the world feel better?
That's debatable.
Do you know how rules work? We want to find a way to break them as soon as they are set.
For goodness sake, I am not encouraging anything that is not so obviously there. It makes me smile in irony for the hypocritical world we are living in. If something makes you feel good, teach how to do it with moderation. Not to fuck up your mind and body but to enjoy the feel and stop thinking I 'need' more. I 'need more'. When you already feel great, just go with the flow, leave behind the feeling of 'need' and enjoy the sensation. Stop thinking further again, put aside the greed for once, and honestly let go.
Connect with people and be kind to yourself and others.
'We are here to learn and move on... Not judge'.
Really need to figure out where to begin!
I am overwhelmed by a new selection of MDAaaamazing friends I have made.
When Sylvia; asked me:
"Haldita, you've had your ups and downs, and I have heard your troubled soul speak at times. When someone hurts you. How lonely you sometimes confess to feeling. How you've your downs, too." She continued: "Why don't you write about those sides of you?"
That is a perfect point, but I don't look at these times as a problem but as a new way of finding solutions for wholesome living. I may get it off my chest with a very close friend. Then I come home to my nest or feel the love surrounding me wherever I go, and Everything is alright after that. I smile, always count my blessings, and pray for even more love, tolerance, and understanding of how we can all help with our unconditional love to make this world a better, more loving place.
'Let's bring back compassion... Into fashion!'
My latest Motto.
Lori, whom I met about 4 years ago through the Ex. He had mentioned Lori (a friend of his) was travelling to the furniture exhibitions in the Far East and asked whether I was happy to join her in Jakarta, having never met before. He did mention:
"Well, she's a bit mad, and you two will get on like a house on fire!"
Of course, I agreed, and our fun friendship began as of the first moment we met. We went to the exhibitions during the day and partied at night, and boy, did we shop! The Dragonfly Club was excellent in Jakarta. We then travelled to Kuala Lumpur, where one of Lori's admirers joined us to visit the vast expo, followed by a cocktail in the street full of bars and clubs, where we downed those sweet drinks and ended up dancing in a club with an international entourage of the male species. All these years later, she reminded me of some hot guy I met that night and only got back in the morning with curly, fuzzy hair like 'Tina Turner gone mad!'
In Bangkok, there is another more significant fair to cover over four floors. This was followed by one evening at a bar on the roof of a high-rise hotel where we talked in a foreign language, thinking no one would understand; utter rubbish, basically having a laugh. It all began when I started flirting with a tall, handsome guy at the bar, only to realise a transvestite approaching and intimately talking to the guy in their language. They were clearly an item. So we were jokingly saying...
"See? The world's gone haywire! I'm just gonna pretend I'm a man. More chance of being pulled that way!"
Roaring with laughter and swearing away, a guy standing next to us, accompanied by another, began speaking to us in our native language! That was absolutely the last thing we could have imagined. They were cool as I told them off for listening to our terrible language and not coming out sooner! We laughed.
In Bali, Lori rented us a house in the Seminyak area, which I absolutely loved. With its unique boutiques and rows of Buddha heads and stone, decorative garden pieces lie in open-air ground stretches. Paul Robb had a sale on, and we went mad in there.
Lori had texted that she would be in London on Wednesday, and we arranged to meet at Chelsea Harbour, followed by my place, to chill over a light supper and a bottle of Mazis-Chambertin, Grand Cru 2004. Yummy. She was tired and went to bed at 11.30pm, whereas I left the house at midnight by Gracy's persistence to head to the new Le Baron club in Mayfair. I must be mad.
Thursday was another wine-tasting evening with Charlotte and Nicolas at The Travellers Gentleman's Club. Mr Egon Muller talked gently through each wine we tasted, starting with a Riesling 2009 and ending with a Trockenbeerenauslese 1989. That sure was a mouthful.
I woke up Saturday morning thinking, 'My housekeeper has been away for the past three weeks'. An urge of cleanliness took over me. I rolled a light spliff, put on some excellent music and the domestic Goddess in me arose. I even cooked! Now, that's a first in a loooong time. Called Guilda at 3pm, and she came around for another catch-up and lunch accompanied by another bottle of great wine, Barolo.
I had been soooo domestically correct that the need to riot filled my mind (and my soul, for that matter). I took Ernest's offer to join him, Kelly and Gracy, with a couple of his new-found gem of friends to give Le Baron club another try. I tell you, we confessed to never having been shoved as many times by some young, half-drunk girls without a single apologetic sign! The music was mediocre, and we finally gave up. My friends went their way, and Madam here, headed to Fabric again to see Gabi, dance to Marcel Dettmann in the DJ booth, and just watch this Viking-like playing his Techno tunes.
There was no flirting from my side; he had a ring on.
Suddenly, a friendly face appeared in front of me, moving from one room to another. It was none but the charming Kaisar whom I met a year and a half earlier, same place, and we had an after party at mine with the gorgeous Miami girls and other people I had met that morning in the club. In July, we saw one another in the Rock Star Club in Mykonos, and here we were again! Once Craig Richards stopped playing, we headed to a house party in Chelsea. Fantastic music for that morning, great company of an eclectic, wild bunch of amigos, feeling the love.
I got home after midday to head to bed with another... You got it, a massive smile on my sunny face despite the clouds outside.
It's MDAaaamazing, where half an ecstasy can take you... The sky and beyond!
Naughty but moderate! Aha
MDAaamazing... Wow
I'm still discussing this with Judes in the morning at my favourite club ever. Where else? But Fabric bien sure, we wondered why this word had not been heard before!
Simply because the feeling of just a couple of dabs of MDMA blows your mind away with the right music. There is such a warm feeling of love involved from the people around you, mixed in with a blend of music and lighting! How can the world feel better?
That's debatable.
Do you know how rules work? We want to find a way to break them as soon as they are set.
For goodness sake, I am not encouraging anything that is not so obviously there. It makes me smile in irony for the hypocritical world we are living in. If something makes you feel good, teach how to do it with moderation. Not to fuck up your mind and body but to enjoy the feel and stop thinking I 'need' more. I 'need more'. When you already feel great, just go with the flow, leave behind the feeling of 'need' and enjoy the sensation. Stop thinking further again, put aside the greed for once, and honestly let go.
Connect with people and be kind to yourself and others.
'We are here to learn and move on... Not judge'.
Really need to figure out where to begin!
I am overwhelmed by a new selection of MDAaaamazing friends I have made.
When Sylvia; asked me:
"Haldita, you've had your ups and downs, and I have heard your troubled soul speak at times. When someone hurts you. How lonely you sometimes confess to feeling. How you've your downs, too." She continued: "Why don't you write about those sides of you?"
That is a perfect point, but I don't look at these times as a problem but as a new way of finding solutions for wholesome living. I may get it off my chest with a very close friend. Then I come home to my nest or feel the love surrounding me wherever I go, and Everything is alright after that. I smile, always count my blessings, and pray for even more love, tolerance, and understanding of how we can all help with our unconditional love to make this world a better, more loving place.
'Let's bring back compassion... Into fashion!'
My latest Motto.
Lori, whom I met about 4 years ago through the Ex. He had mentioned Lori (a friend of his) was travelling to the furniture exhibitions in the Far East and asked whether I was happy to join her in Jakarta, having never met before. He did mention:
"Well, she's a bit mad, and you two will get on like a house on fire!"
Of course, I agreed, and our fun friendship began as of the first moment we met. We went to the exhibitions during the day and partied at night, and boy, did we shop! The Dragonfly Club was excellent in Jakarta. We then travelled to Kuala Lumpur, where one of Lori's admirers joined us to visit the vast expo, followed by a cocktail in the street full of bars and clubs, where we downed those sweet drinks and ended up dancing in a club with an international entourage of the male species. All these years later, she reminded me of some hot guy I met that night and only got back in the morning with curly, fuzzy hair like 'Tina Turner gone mad!'
In Bangkok, there is another more significant fair to cover over four floors. This was followed by one evening at a bar on the roof of a high-rise hotel where we talked in a foreign language, thinking no one would understand; utter rubbish, basically having a laugh. It all began when I started flirting with a tall, handsome guy at the bar, only to realise a transvestite approaching and intimately talking to the guy in their language. They were clearly an item. So we were jokingly saying...
"See? The world's gone haywire! I'm just gonna pretend I'm a man. More chance of being pulled that way!"
Roaring with laughter and swearing away, a guy standing next to us, accompanied by another, began speaking to us in our native language! That was absolutely the last thing we could have imagined. They were cool as I told them off for listening to our terrible language and not coming out sooner! We laughed.
In Bali, Lori rented us a house in the Seminyak area, which I absolutely loved. With its unique boutiques and rows of Buddha heads and stone, decorative garden pieces lie in open-air ground stretches. Paul Robb had a sale on, and we went mad in there.
Lori had texted that she would be in London on Wednesday, and we arranged to meet at Chelsea Harbour, followed by my place, to chill over a light supper and a bottle of Mazis-Chambertin, Grand Cru 2004. Yummy. She was tired and went to bed at 11.30pm, whereas I left the house at midnight by Gracy's persistence to head to the new Le Baron club in Mayfair. I must be mad.
Thursday was another wine-tasting evening with Charlotte and Nicolas at The Travellers Gentleman's Club. Mr Egon Muller talked gently through each wine we tasted, starting with a Riesling 2009 and ending with a Trockenbeerenauslese 1989. That sure was a mouthful.
I woke up Saturday morning thinking, 'My housekeeper has been away for the past three weeks'. An urge of cleanliness took over me. I rolled a light spliff, put on some excellent music and the domestic Goddess in me arose. I even cooked! Now, that's a first in a loooong time. Called Guilda at 3pm, and she came around for another catch-up and lunch accompanied by another bottle of great wine, Barolo.
I had been soooo domestically correct that the need to riot filled my mind (and my soul, for that matter). I took Ernest's offer to join him, Kelly and Gracy, with a couple of his new-found gem of friends to give Le Baron club another try. I tell you, we confessed to never having been shoved as many times by some young, half-drunk girls without a single apologetic sign! The music was mediocre, and we finally gave up. My friends went their way, and Madam here, headed to Fabric again to see Gabi, dance to Marcel Dettmann in the DJ booth, and just watch this Viking-like playing his Techno tunes.
There was no flirting from my side; he had a ring on.
Suddenly, a friendly face appeared in front of me, moving from one room to another. It was none but the charming Kaisar whom I met a year and a half earlier, same place, and we had an after party at mine with the gorgeous Miami girls and other people I had met that morning in the club. In July, we saw one another in the Rock Star Club in Mykonos, and here we were again! Once Craig Richards stopped playing, we headed to a house party in Chelsea. Fantastic music for that morning, great company of an eclectic, wild bunch of amigos, feeling the love.
I got home after midday to head to bed with another... You got it, a massive smile on my sunny face despite the clouds outside.
It's MDAaaamazing, where half an ecstasy can take you... The sky and beyond!
Naughty but moderate! Aha
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