This phrase by Byron was sent to me; it read...
'In solitude... Where we are least alone.'
Especially with a laptop at hand! Haha. But I do like that quote.
Time flies, and there are moments when there are definitely things no money can buy. Sure, love is the first, but once it's gone, it's done. Don't waste it on useless thoughts; ask the questions in your mind, try to understand why things happen the way they do, and react to them.
'Why am I here, and why is this happening to me?'
A very healthy question beats any diet.
The most exciting part of my life has been accepting and loving myself.
Love Thyself, and you cannot possibly not love Thy Neighbour.
Let's get down to that busily-scheduled social diary of mine.
Last Thursday was the time to check out the flamenco festival at Sadler Wells Theatre. Accompanied by Aisha, we arrived at our aisle seat when I confessed:
"I'm starving, Aisha. Have you eaten?"
Of course, my friend, a fantastic cook who prepares food in her house any time you visit, answered: "Yes, Darling. I ate."
I said hello to the boys sitting next to me, and immediately, they offered me a handful of their Pistachio nuts! So I gave some to Aisha while she laughed and said:
"Only you arrive at a place hungry and get offered nuts before settling in your seat!"
I am lucky that way or super friendly. Haha
Aisha and I giggled throughout the dance when the male dancer twirled like a ballerina while the sweat flew out of his full head of hair. We had to duck in order not to get wet. The peasant-look coloured costumes, velvet-like, were rather dull; they sang opera at some stage, and it was not our cup of tea. At the end of the show, as we were leaving, there was a standing ovation from the entire house of spectators!
The only reason the show was disappointing was that being big fans of the old-fashioned, colourful flamenco, we felt this version could have done it better. Oh well...
The night continued with Aisha and meeting with Romel at the private Arts Club bar. It was followed by joining other tables of friends in the basement club, but we only stayed briefly.
Friday was another story! Belma texted me in the morning to see whether I could join her at London Fashion Week in Somerset House. Mais, bien sure. (But, of course). Belma mentioned having worked with the designer in London when she lived here, and we went through the 'models' backstage to catch them in the mayhem of getting ready for the catwalk. I was so vowed by the whole scene that I forgot to take out my phone and take pictures. But here's what I did get.
The Turkish designer (damn, I took my ticket to note down the designer's name, but where have I put it in the mayhem of tickets and note papers etc., scattered on my dining table? I Guess I tried), he produced elegant garments in pale pink chiffon, with a floral lace headband which I absolutely loved.
But then again, I could not drift from the fact that if these girls looked more like women with natural bodies, how much sexier would those outfits have appeared?
I talked to a lovely girl sitting next to me who had to attend millions more fashion shows during the following days. It all began when a girl with an oversized coat hit us from the back row three times, walking up and down. The first time, I mentioned how selfish some people get. The second time around, I puffed, and the third time, I declared the word 'Bitch' when she repeated the action. In agreement, we laughed.
The paparazzi were at work with celebrity figures sitting in the first row opposite us. Did I know who they were? Still trying to figure it out.
That evening, I needed to let my hair loose. So, I joined Ernest and Kelly to visit Sabrina at her new pub, 'The Birdcage'. The sound of karaoke was blasting its way to the outdoors, and we stayed for a couple of shandies when Ernest and I decided to walk to the private Shoreditch House in the area. We caught up on the news of the past days with a bellini at the outdoor roof terrace. Then we cab back to the pub to say our byes to Sabrina and pick up Kelly to end the evening with a drink at the Electric's private bar on Portobello Road.
And that was just Friday!
Saturday... Oh dear. Shane accompanied me to Fabric with Eve, a bundle of fun, who was joining us after her DJ-playing at a club nearby. As we were moving dance floors to room 3, I was grabbed by a handsome man, who instantly began flirting with me.
I asked him: "How come you've your coat on?"
He answered: "But I've just come in. Straight into your arms!"
I stared at his smiley face for a minute, then thought... 'Nah, can't be asked.'
Then, I made some excuse, freed myself from his arms, and ran out to join my friends.
Shane and Eve were ready to retire, and as we were about to leave, I bumped into Ricky, whom I last met at his after-party before Christmas, and he insisted I join his table. Never say no came to mind, and I stayed behind.
The thrill of the morning was seeing Judes in the DJ booth room 1, where Sneak was playing. We continued dancing until 9am when the music finally stopped.
A few hours of sleep in the afternoon got me through the evening, meeting up with Belma, Ahu and three of their friends at Brinkley's for a bite. Syd, whom I have known and through other mutual friends, was always a pleasure to chat with. There was an introduction to Sherry and Serhat, with whom we giggled, talking about online dating. How much fun can a girl endure? haha
Monday evening was movie time with Conor. After a catching-up dinner at a local pub, we went to see The Artist, which I had heard so much about. The lack of sleep caught up with me again, and I managed to sleep through most of the film... Again!
Monday movies after Fabric is a no-no for me from now on.
Wednesday was dinner at the private Arts Club, by Alain and Romel's invitation for Serge and Sergio's short visit to our city. I picked Kristel up on the way, joined by Aisha and Pedro; we spent an utterly super time dining, wining and having a few laughs. I made a new friend outside the smoking area when I saw a distressed girl beside us. She opened up to me as she was told off by one of her family members for smoking a cigarette. Her tears began to shed as she mentioned the stress over her mother's recent heart attack. I gave her a big hug with comforting words. Providing each other with love and support is essential when in need. We probably shall never meet again, or we may, but when a hug and a smile can bring joy to someone, why not give it away?
Mousse arrived later to join us at the club downstairs, where the Motown Sisters performed live.
For... I am a natural woooooman.
Today was one of the warmest and sunniest February days I can recall in all my years living in London. In the morning, I rerouted my way to Battersea Park instead of my indoor pilates class and walked amongst the beauty of nature.
I had to clear my head and think about some emotional issues that arose during the week. It took me by surprise to feel like I did towards someone new in my life who excited me. And what did I do?
To be followed...
'In solitude... Where we are least alone.'
Especially with a laptop at hand! Haha. But I do like that quote.
Time flies, and there are moments when there are definitely things no money can buy. Sure, love is the first, but once it's gone, it's done. Don't waste it on useless thoughts; ask the questions in your mind, try to understand why things happen the way they do, and react to them.
'Why am I here, and why is this happening to me?'
A very healthy question beats any diet.
The most exciting part of my life has been accepting and loving myself.
Love Thyself, and you cannot possibly not love Thy Neighbour.
Let's get down to that busily-scheduled social diary of mine.
Last Thursday was the time to check out the flamenco festival at Sadler Wells Theatre. Accompanied by Aisha, we arrived at our aisle seat when I confessed:
"I'm starving, Aisha. Have you eaten?"
Of course, my friend, a fantastic cook who prepares food in her house any time you visit, answered: "Yes, Darling. I ate."
I said hello to the boys sitting next to me, and immediately, they offered me a handful of their Pistachio nuts! So I gave some to Aisha while she laughed and said:
"Only you arrive at a place hungry and get offered nuts before settling in your seat!"
I am lucky that way or super friendly. Haha
Aisha and I giggled throughout the dance when the male dancer twirled like a ballerina while the sweat flew out of his full head of hair. We had to duck in order not to get wet. The peasant-look coloured costumes, velvet-like, were rather dull; they sang opera at some stage, and it was not our cup of tea. At the end of the show, as we were leaving, there was a standing ovation from the entire house of spectators!
The only reason the show was disappointing was that being big fans of the old-fashioned, colourful flamenco, we felt this version could have done it better. Oh well...
The night continued with Aisha and meeting with Romel at the private Arts Club bar. It was followed by joining other tables of friends in the basement club, but we only stayed briefly.
Friday was another story! Belma texted me in the morning to see whether I could join her at London Fashion Week in Somerset House. Mais, bien sure. (But, of course). Belma mentioned having worked with the designer in London when she lived here, and we went through the 'models' backstage to catch them in the mayhem of getting ready for the catwalk. I was so vowed by the whole scene that I forgot to take out my phone and take pictures. But here's what I did get.
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The Turkish designer (damn, I took my ticket to note down the designer's name, but where have I put it in the mayhem of tickets and note papers etc., scattered on my dining table? I Guess I tried), he produced elegant garments in pale pink chiffon, with a floral lace headband which I absolutely loved.
But then again, I could not drift from the fact that if these girls looked more like women with natural bodies, how much sexier would those outfits have appeared?
I talked to a lovely girl sitting next to me who had to attend millions more fashion shows during the following days. It all began when a girl with an oversized coat hit us from the back row three times, walking up and down. The first time, I mentioned how selfish some people get. The second time around, I puffed, and the third time, I declared the word 'Bitch' when she repeated the action. In agreement, we laughed.
The paparazzi were at work with celebrity figures sitting in the first row opposite us. Did I know who they were? Still trying to figure it out.
That evening, I needed to let my hair loose. So, I joined Ernest and Kelly to visit Sabrina at her new pub, 'The Birdcage'. The sound of karaoke was blasting its way to the outdoors, and we stayed for a couple of shandies when Ernest and I decided to walk to the private Shoreditch House in the area. We caught up on the news of the past days with a bellini at the outdoor roof terrace. Then we cab back to the pub to say our byes to Sabrina and pick up Kelly to end the evening with a drink at the Electric's private bar on Portobello Road.
And that was just Friday!
Saturday... Oh dear. Shane accompanied me to Fabric with Eve, a bundle of fun, who was joining us after her DJ-playing at a club nearby. As we were moving dance floors to room 3, I was grabbed by a handsome man, who instantly began flirting with me.
I asked him: "How come you've your coat on?"
He answered: "But I've just come in. Straight into your arms!"
I stared at his smiley face for a minute, then thought... 'Nah, can't be asked.'
Then, I made some excuse, freed myself from his arms, and ran out to join my friends.
Shane and Eve were ready to retire, and as we were about to leave, I bumped into Ricky, whom I last met at his after-party before Christmas, and he insisted I join his table. Never say no came to mind, and I stayed behind.
The thrill of the morning was seeing Judes in the DJ booth room 1, where Sneak was playing. We continued dancing until 9am when the music finally stopped.
A few hours of sleep in the afternoon got me through the evening, meeting up with Belma, Ahu and three of their friends at Brinkley's for a bite. Syd, whom I have known and through other mutual friends, was always a pleasure to chat with. There was an introduction to Sherry and Serhat, with whom we giggled, talking about online dating. How much fun can a girl endure? haha
Monday evening was movie time with Conor. After a catching-up dinner at a local pub, we went to see The Artist, which I had heard so much about. The lack of sleep caught up with me again, and I managed to sleep through most of the film... Again!
Monday movies after Fabric is a no-no for me from now on.
Wednesday was dinner at the private Arts Club, by Alain and Romel's invitation for Serge and Sergio's short visit to our city. I picked Kristel up on the way, joined by Aisha and Pedro; we spent an utterly super time dining, wining and having a few laughs. I made a new friend outside the smoking area when I saw a distressed girl beside us. She opened up to me as she was told off by one of her family members for smoking a cigarette. Her tears began to shed as she mentioned the stress over her mother's recent heart attack. I gave her a big hug with comforting words. Providing each other with love and support is essential when in need. We probably shall never meet again, or we may, but when a hug and a smile can bring joy to someone, why not give it away?
Mousse arrived later to join us at the club downstairs, where the Motown Sisters performed live.
For... I am a natural woooooman.
Today was one of the warmest and sunniest February days I can recall in all my years living in London. In the morning, I rerouted my way to Battersea Park instead of my indoor pilates class and walked amongst the beauty of nature.
I had to clear my head and think about some emotional issues that arose during the week. It took me by surprise to feel like I did towards someone new in my life who excited me. And what did I do?
To be followed...
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