Life is joy.
Life is great.
It is, after all, what you make it out to be.
The reason behind my happiness is a full-on life awaiting major changes on the line. The day I decided that not only myself but no one was ever going to feel sorry for me was a big step towards taking full responsibility for my actions, and here is now, the time to prove just that.
Only a few weeks ago, I was in the wilderness with a group of yoga fanatics, surfers, hikers, and then me, a party animal of the past. Out of all life's experiences emerged a new chapter of a strong woman with goals so ready to take on.
Life has been going fast on a roller coaster at the speed of light!
The end of May was night after night of laughter, re-kindling with old buddies whose humour was more engaging than any comedy strip could offer. Troy had us in stitches at home one evening, with the presence of Hala, Dylan and Mama, who had cooked us a delicious meal. There was Aisha's superb bbq, where Shane joined Hala and me to have a night to remember in the company of the witty Ranna, who was adamant about getting married in 2014, although her boyfriend seemed unsure. She said, "I don't know who I'll be married to, but I'm definitely getting married next year!"
It was all in the name of good humour, but then, a gentleman unknown to us stepped in and randomly said in a slightly drunken, happy mood:
"Now... Why don't we all have sex!"
You can only imagine the look of surprise on all our faces with an ensemble of outbursts of laughter. His wife, who was amongst us listening, simply brushed him off with these words:
"Oh! Here we go, he and his sex talk!"
The guy got encouraged with his sex chat and carried on taking it to a higher level, a full-on comedy show of an outrageous nature. A fun party, especially with Aisha and Pedro's warm and generous hospitality, could only be great.
Last Thursday, Thomas, whom I had first met in Fabric and with whom I was celebrating his birthday not long ago with his friends there again, invited me to one of the opening nights at the Serpentine Gallery in Hyde Park. Every year, an architectural site goes up and stays on through until October, then dismantles to be taken away. Sou Fujimoto was appointed to build a vision of airy lightness amid the surrounding greenery this year.
The evening went on from there by picking Ernest up and heading to the busy Birdcage pub in the East End run by the one and only Andi Dj-ing on stage with Neneh Cherry, whose birthday I had sadly missed but managed to make it to her partner's at least. Seeing so many friends there through Ernest's introductions over the years was great.
Despite the cold and pretty miserable weather we have been experiencing in London this spring, BBQs have not been short of hand. One at Robbie and Aari's with Aisha on a chilly evening protected by the fully leafed walls of their garden and another family Sunday at the Ex-in-laws was a good way of sticking our tongues out at the unkind climate.
Last Saturday began with an idea of a brunch picnic and ended in a gathering of good old friends at a pub lunch in Hammersmith by the river. The food at the Blue Anchor was not much to be desired, but the walk along the Thames and the semi-appearance of sunshine added flavour to our dissatisfied palates. We then headed towards Holland Park for a coffee and more of a spot in the sun. The queue of people standing next to the open-air café, all dressed up with picnic baskets, suggested a night at the Opera in the white-tented area nearby. Before the sopranos began, Robby, Dylan, Kerry and Hala all left, so Barton and his good friend Lydia suggested I join them for a sit down on the lawn of the park, close to the opera tents and soak up some heat before it runs away again. We did manage to find a spot in the sun through the overcrowded space, and since the singing barely reached us, my iPhone music took over the beats. When the sun finally disappeared behind the trees in the far, the cold air had arisen, and by deciding to give my friends a lift, the night continued to Barton's, where I got to meet Kathy, visiting London for the first time. The evening ended with a Persian meal at a new nearby restaurant to Barton's and then home.
Life is great.
It is, after all, what you make it out to be.
The reason behind my happiness is a full-on life awaiting major changes on the line. The day I decided that not only myself but no one was ever going to feel sorry for me was a big step towards taking full responsibility for my actions, and here is now, the time to prove just that.
Only a few weeks ago, I was in the wilderness with a group of yoga fanatics, surfers, hikers, and then me, a party animal of the past. Out of all life's experiences emerged a new chapter of a strong woman with goals so ready to take on.
Life has been going fast on a roller coaster at the speed of light!
The end of May was night after night of laughter, re-kindling with old buddies whose humour was more engaging than any comedy strip could offer. Troy had us in stitches at home one evening, with the presence of Hala, Dylan and Mama, who had cooked us a delicious meal. There was Aisha's superb bbq, where Shane joined Hala and me to have a night to remember in the company of the witty Ranna, who was adamant about getting married in 2014, although her boyfriend seemed unsure. She said, "I don't know who I'll be married to, but I'm definitely getting married next year!"
It was all in the name of good humour, but then, a gentleman unknown to us stepped in and randomly said in a slightly drunken, happy mood:
"Now... Why don't we all have sex!"
You can only imagine the look of surprise on all our faces with an ensemble of outbursts of laughter. His wife, who was amongst us listening, simply brushed him off with these words:
"Oh! Here we go, he and his sex talk!"
The guy got encouraged with his sex chat and carried on taking it to a higher level, a full-on comedy show of an outrageous nature. A fun party, especially with Aisha and Pedro's warm and generous hospitality, could only be great.
Last Thursday, Thomas, whom I had first met in Fabric and with whom I was celebrating his birthday not long ago with his friends there again, invited me to one of the opening nights at the Serpentine Gallery in Hyde Park. Every year, an architectural site goes up and stays on through until October, then dismantles to be taken away. Sou Fujimoto was appointed to build a vision of airy lightness amid the surrounding greenery this year.
The evening went on from there by picking Ernest up and heading to the busy Birdcage pub in the East End run by the one and only Andi Dj-ing on stage with Neneh Cherry, whose birthday I had sadly missed but managed to make it to her partner's at least. Seeing so many friends there through Ernest's introductions over the years was great.
Despite the cold and pretty miserable weather we have been experiencing in London this spring, BBQs have not been short of hand. One at Robbie and Aari's with Aisha on a chilly evening protected by the fully leafed walls of their garden and another family Sunday at the Ex-in-laws was a good way of sticking our tongues out at the unkind climate.
Last Saturday began with an idea of a brunch picnic and ended in a gathering of good old friends at a pub lunch in Hammersmith by the river. The food at the Blue Anchor was not much to be desired, but the walk along the Thames and the semi-appearance of sunshine added flavour to our dissatisfied palates. We then headed towards Holland Park for a coffee and more of a spot in the sun. The queue of people standing next to the open-air café, all dressed up with picnic baskets, suggested a night at the Opera in the white-tented area nearby. Before the sopranos began, Robby, Dylan, Kerry and Hala all left, so Barton and his good friend Lydia suggested I join them for a sit down on the lawn of the park, close to the opera tents and soak up some heat before it runs away again. We did manage to find a spot in the sun through the overcrowded space, and since the singing barely reached us, my iPhone music took over the beats. When the sun finally disappeared behind the trees in the far, the cold air had arisen, and by deciding to give my friends a lift, the night continued to Barton's, where I got to meet Kathy, visiting London for the first time. The evening ended with a Persian meal at a new nearby restaurant to Barton's and then home.
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| Holland Park |
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| Another view... |
Since my return from Costa Rica, life has been 'non-stop', and if it had not been for all the exciting new projects keeping me up most nights, I would have probably felt the lack of sleep. Alas, none of that. The Stats on my blog indicate over 11,000 hits from every country I imaged possible on an Atlas; I have made prints of photos taken from various trips around the world on perspex and will be exhibiting them for the first time at Mama Brown's new unique concept space of an extravaganza of art, furniture and clothes gathered from all around the world, not to mention the delicious daily recipes of Aisha, to take place over the next five days, starting tomorrow.
'Passion Photography' is my theme, as many words can be spoken through the lens of a camera. Hence, 'Combining travels and photography mixed with words... There will be an outlook into my colourful world'. From designer turned tourist, writer and now photographer, life is all about crossing the lines of one's comfort zone and spreading those wings into the wilderness of the unknown. So much to be grateful for. Today, after finishing preparing the prints to be hung on the walls of Mama Brown's pop-up store, I made a getaway to meet up after 3:00 pm, quite later than expected, with Julie for a spot of tennis watching at Queen's Club. As we met outside the entrance and headed to court one, a drizzle of rain began, and the game was stopped. What's new, this being London! So, we headed to the bar for a glass of bubbly or two, and as the rain had not stopped, we continued to our reserved seats for afternoon tea on the grounds. Finally, we managed to seat ourselves for an astonishing game played by the tall Argentinian Juan Martin Del Potro against Xavier Malisse of Belgium. We almost gave up in the middle of the match but hung in to watch Del Potro win the three-set game.
'Passion Photography' is my theme, as many words can be spoken through the lens of a camera. Hence, 'Combining travels and photography mixed with words... There will be an outlook into my colourful world'. From designer turned tourist, writer and now photographer, life is all about crossing the lines of one's comfort zone and spreading those wings into the wilderness of the unknown. So much to be grateful for. Today, after finishing preparing the prints to be hung on the walls of Mama Brown's pop-up store, I made a getaway to meet up after 3:00 pm, quite later than expected, with Julie for a spot of tennis watching at Queen's Club. As we met outside the entrance and headed to court one, a drizzle of rain began, and the game was stopped. What's new, this being London! So, we headed to the bar for a glass of bubbly or two, and as the rain had not stopped, we continued to our reserved seats for afternoon tea on the grounds. Finally, we managed to seat ourselves for an astonishing game played by the tall Argentinian Juan Martin Del Potro against Xavier Malisse of Belgium. We almost gave up in the middle of the match but hung in to watch Del Potro win the three-set game.
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| The winner, Del Potro serving |
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| Woohoo! The sun showed up at 8:00 pm! End of game. |
Oh my goodness, it's 4:00 am, and I need to sleep before the exciting new day begins.
Na night, Everyone.
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