Suffered from heavy eyelid syndrome at 8.30am on the train this morning. I'm talking serious head nodding and whiplash! How on earth am I going to last the day if I am feeling so sleepy after having been awake for only 2 hours?! Serves me right for the heavy sleepless weekend ;-)
More tennis this week *claps hands*. Well into the fitness regime and near enough stopped smoking *claps hands*.
We really fail to realise how much power we have as individuals and how strongly we effect other people - and I'm not just talking about 1 or 2 people.
Also, how powerful we are simply by keeping our word. If you are true to your word and speak it from the heart then you really can move mountains - it is absolutely incredible! I've done it before in the past; literally moved several mountains, but I kinda forgot how I did it for a while. But now that I remember how to, there are a few mountains I am moving; I even moved one over the weekend!
I've come to notice that people who feel they are getting no where in life is usually so because they are not being true to their word, or fail to make commitments in order to avoid taking responsibility. How can you make things happen if you are not true to your word? Those so disillusioned and think they are, are in even bigger trouble, for you can't know how to correct something if you don't see anything is wrong.
My dearest friends are people of deep integrity and you can just feel the positive energy radiating from them when I am in their company. I feel like I make new resolutions about everything every day, for each day is a new one to be someone amazing!
Don't mean to sound like the arch angel Regina, but it's like I've experienced a renaissance after a happy clappy weekend last week.
Righty, I'm off for a walk around the block for a non-fag break and to polish my white wings :-P
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Make love not war!!
As I read the updates on the war in the Middle East, it angers me as it unfolds by the minute. America are simply allowing this war to continue and it is purely an act of cowardice. They have the power to declare an immediate ceasefire, but instead they are sending military aircrafts and arming the Zionists. How on earth can they be central in negotiating the ceasfire when they are arming/ funding the Israeli's?
America have been the cause of wars amongst Muslims over the past 20 years or so and if they allow this to continue, they could be making the biggest mistake to date which will result in World War 3.
They armed Iraq to fight Iran for 10 years. Then they go and bomb Iraq on the grounds of holding "weapons of mass destruction" which they gave them in the first place. And now they are arming Israel.
It is a massive game of chess - at the moment the pawns are fighting, it's just a matter of time before the knights, rooks, bishops and queen wake up...
I just don't understand why is it that 15 people gathered round a table cannot agree on stopping the bloodshed of innocent people.
What a wonderful world...do the math people!
America have been the cause of wars amongst Muslims over the past 20 years or so and if they allow this to continue, they could be making the biggest mistake to date which will result in World War 3.
They armed Iraq to fight Iran for 10 years. Then they go and bomb Iraq on the grounds of holding "weapons of mass destruction" which they gave them in the first place. And now they are arming Israel.
It is a massive game of chess - at the moment the pawns are fighting, it's just a matter of time before the knights, rooks, bishops and queen wake up...
I just don't understand why is it that 15 people gathered round a table cannot agree on stopping the bloodshed of innocent people.
What a wonderful world...do the math people!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Better be divine
Peeling myself off my chair, the hot weather continues to torture for yet another week.
Alright already, where is the rain? I remember the last UK summer I experienced 4 years ago, it only lasted for 1 week and the temperature was never this high! Mind you, I used to work in an air conditioned office back then, whilst here we have those pathetic little porta noisey air con units which make more noise than pump out air and incey wincey desk fans which is as much use as a fart. The sun shines through my window in the afternoon, which is when my hair starts sticking to my face. I know... eewee.
I have to say, the worst thing about this weather is having to ride the tubes! It really is ghastly and I do try to avoid it at all costs. I walked for an hour last week simply to avoid the tube as they are smelly with the humidity of sweaty people. *puke*
OK enough about the weather, I complain when it's cold and complain when it's too hot! Never pleasing.
Summer sales are still on and going strong. Have been ever so good and only purchased 1 item *pat on the back*. Thanks to Dobuy, I now cannot stand shopping, shops or crowded shops. I've transformed from a browser, to a straight in and out chickita.
Excited as next week yet another friend from Dobuy is in town :-), the following will be another whom I haven't seen in 2 years as he moved to South Africa. *Jumps up and down clapping hands*
On another joyous note; inhale and exhale for a new chapter and mindset is born. Who better to sum up the inspired new being is non other than Ms Badu...
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want too feel me baby
Better be divine
Bring me water for these flowers
Growing out my mind
Give me nothin' just be gentle
Breathe love in my air
Use me, don't abuse me, love me
Cause these herbs are rare
Thank you Badu!
Alright already, where is the rain? I remember the last UK summer I experienced 4 years ago, it only lasted for 1 week and the temperature was never this high! Mind you, I used to work in an air conditioned office back then, whilst here we have those pathetic little porta noisey air con units which make more noise than pump out air and incey wincey desk fans which is as much use as a fart. The sun shines through my window in the afternoon, which is when my hair starts sticking to my face. I know... eewee.
I have to say, the worst thing about this weather is having to ride the tubes! It really is ghastly and I do try to avoid it at all costs. I walked for an hour last week simply to avoid the tube as they are smelly with the humidity of sweaty people. *puke*
OK enough about the weather, I complain when it's cold and complain when it's too hot! Never pleasing.
Summer sales are still on and going strong. Have been ever so good and only purchased 1 item *pat on the back*. Thanks to Dobuy, I now cannot stand shopping, shops or crowded shops. I've transformed from a browser, to a straight in and out chickita.
Excited as next week yet another friend from Dobuy is in town :-), the following will be another whom I haven't seen in 2 years as he moved to South Africa. *Jumps up and down clapping hands*
On another joyous note; inhale and exhale for a new chapter and mindset is born. Who better to sum up the inspired new being is non other than Ms Badu...
If you want to feel me
Better be divine
Bring me water, water for my mind
Give me nothin
Breathe love in my air
Don't abuse me
Cause these herbs are rare
If you want too feel me baby
Better be divine
Bring me water for these flowers
Growing out my mind
Give me nothin' just be gentle
Breathe love in my air
Use me, don't abuse me, love me
Cause these herbs are rare
Thank you Badu!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Anyone for tennis?
Finally, Neo (tennis buddy and silly dancing buddy from Dobuy) has found a place to play tennis. We played this evening, so I imagine I will be unable to walk tomorrow. Hopefully this is the start of a weekly tennis regime, well as long as the weather holds up. On the last night we had drinks in Dobuy, we made a pact that we'd find a place to play tennis when we move back...9 months later ain't too bad!
It's not quite a tennis court on top of a 12 storey building next to a swimming pool with views of Shiekh Zayed Road! But a view of the glorious Thames will do just fine thank you :-)
I'm off for a happy clappy weekend of life fulfillment where I will come out the other side (Monday) feeling like everything is meaningless and I will probably want to jack in the job and go fight the Israelis! Well I already feel like doing that.
After 8.5 months of being back in Blighty, I do finally feel like I am piecing my life back together and everything is falling into place. Having the rug pulled from under your feet not once, but twice (albeit by complete choice) is pretty testing on the heart and soul. Moreover, moving back to a place which you left for a reason is far more challenging than heading to a completey new environment.
Not only the echoes of your old life (the place I left 4 years ago) whisper around you, but also the voices from the life you left behind (Dobuy) is constantly shouting at you; not in a bad way... just a way. Constantly prodding at you, you miss it and long for bits of it to come back.
Now here's the good part. I created that life and can re-create it wherever I go and that is what I am doing. It's a blank canvass and I am taking all the good bits of everything I ever liked and keeping it in my life, whilst I continue to discover new bits of life I want to keep in my life. Which means there are no bad bits left. So, my life is becoming badbitsless.
It's amazing what a simple knock about in the tennis court can conjure up?!...
It's not quite a tennis court on top of a 12 storey building next to a swimming pool with views of Shiekh Zayed Road! But a view of the glorious Thames will do just fine thank you :-)
I'm off for a happy clappy weekend of life fulfillment where I will come out the other side (Monday) feeling like everything is meaningless and I will probably want to jack in the job and go fight the Israelis! Well I already feel like doing that.
After 8.5 months of being back in Blighty, I do finally feel like I am piecing my life back together and everything is falling into place. Having the rug pulled from under your feet not once, but twice (albeit by complete choice) is pretty testing on the heart and soul. Moreover, moving back to a place which you left for a reason is far more challenging than heading to a completey new environment.
Not only the echoes of your old life (the place I left 4 years ago) whisper around you, but also the voices from the life you left behind (Dobuy) is constantly shouting at you; not in a bad way... just a way. Constantly prodding at you, you miss it and long for bits of it to come back.
Now here's the good part. I created that life and can re-create it wherever I go and that is what I am doing. It's a blank canvass and I am taking all the good bits of everything I ever liked and keeping it in my life, whilst I continue to discover new bits of life I want to keep in my life. Which means there are no bad bits left. So, my life is becoming badbitsless.
It's amazing what a simple knock about in the tennis court can conjure up?!...
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Increase the peace
I am saddened, disgusted and angered at what is happening in Middle East. Just when I couldn't hate America and the Israeli's anymore! I'm quite sure the Lebanese death toll is a highly conservative number (lies!).
I am also disgusted at how my work colleauges spent more time talking about how one thug headbutted another thug in the middle of a football pitch for having abused his mother than talking about a war and how Bush and Blair are allowing innocent people to die and have given the Israeli's another week to carry on killing innocent people! Blair's gone and done it again, he know's it's wrong but afterall he did get a nice jumper courtesy of the Bush's!
I am also disgusted at how my work colleauges spent more time talking about how one thug headbutted another thug in the middle of a football pitch for having abused his mother than talking about a war and how Bush and Blair are allowing innocent people to die and have given the Israeli's another week to carry on killing innocent people! Blair's gone and done it again, he know's it's wrong but afterall he did get a nice jumper courtesy of the Bush's!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Missing in action
Goodness me, where to start? Been missing in action, or rather missing due to action of sorts.
Firstly, birthday came and went in true regal stylee. Certainly acting my age in terms of venue, surroundings and activities. But certainly not acting the age, more like shoe size with regards to behavior and this was without the aid of alcohol!
It started with a drive to Paris with a friend. We nipped around le Paris in le morning, followed by lunch on the Champs Ellesse near Arc de Triumph with my cousin and his friend.
The weekend was spent in Loire Valley; a quaint little place 1 hour train journey outside Paris. It’s known as the Garden of France mainly due to the acres of vineyards; very soothing to the eyes. I think I got drunk just looking at it! Also known as Valley of the Kings owing to the sheer number of Chateaus.
So, I spent the day like a princess and went on what only can be described as a Chateau crawl with my cousin and 2 other friends. In 2 days we managed to get around 9 Chateaus all varying in age, style and substance. Had a feast fit for a queen in the lawns with the backdrop of a glorious 16th century Chateau complete with moat and a zoo full of 50 odd bloodhounds!
It was non-stop giggles and laughs from the outset, with each minute of the journey an adventure of stupidity. We also decided we had to converse in French. Even if you did not know the word in French, just say it with a French accent was order of the day.
I did insist we must play hide and seek inside one of the Chateaus, instead we found a maze in one of the grounds and played in there.
The following weekend, the same crew came over to London and we embarked on a musical marathon. By that I mean we attended a couple of West End shows. Sad I know, but again, it was non-stop laughs.
We checked into the hotel, which I booked for 2 of us, whilst my cousin made his way to the separate hotel booked by his company.
The hotel I had booked was the toilet bowl of hotels! We literally fell into the hotel room, looked at the bathroom, swiftly turned on our heel, went down to reception and handed back the keys. Unfortunately we could not get a refund.
In the process I called my cousin to make arrangements for us in the hotel he was staying, as there was no way we were going to stay in the one I had booked.
Meantime, cousin was at his hotel having drinks with the hotel staff whilst waiting for us. He managed to upgrade all of us as he had acquainted himself with the hotel manager. We swiftly arrived, quickly got dressed and made our way to a club.
Three in the morning we were running the length of Oxford street singing songs from classic musicals and managed to gather a small crowd along the way. Tres bizarre.
Hours later, we peeled ourselves out of bed to breakfast and on to hit the summer sales.
First of the musicals was Chicago. Thirty minutes into it we had all fallen asleep! My cousin and I were so embarrassed; we changed seats in the interval.
Lunch and a little pick me up and then onto Phantom of Le Opera. I have ALWAYS wanted to see this one and it was worth the wait. Desperately holding back the tears at the end, after hearing sniffles around the audience I just let my tears flow. I thought it was a happy ending and he got the girl! Not only did he not get the girl, but they teefed his boat and mask!
The others returned to their respective countries after the weekend, but cousin extended his trip until the following weekend. So the remainder of my week was an onslaught of more stupidity and drinking with the mad hotel staff. My cousin is the most charming person I know; he has this uncanny ability to talk his way into anything and we always seem to get complete strangers to join us wherever it is we go.
What else?.. ah yes how can I forget? It’s holiday season, so my dearest friends from Dobuy have been visiting London for their annual holidays. Spent lunches and dinners with them catching up. Gosh I miss them so dearly!
And how can I forget Badu? Being a mahoosive Erykah Badu fan, I was lucky enough to see her perform at the superb open-air venue of Somerset House. Certainly less intimate than her previous London venues, but undoubtedly far more spectacular. She rocked the crowd in true Badu style.
Well this brings us up to speed.
Tomorrow I shall be spending the morning trying to beat my father at chess. So far he has thoroughly thrashed me apart from last weekend where I finally made him sweat a bit! He actually resorted to cheating by making up a rule as he was making a penultimate move! I let him have that “rule” only as an excuse for him beating me again. This week I have been prepping on some new opening moves.. so lets see how it works. I may try the strategy of some of his pieces mysteriously disappearing off the board...lets see how that works – tee hee!
The afternoon will be spent with one of the coolest people I know and only in town for a couple of days before flying to the Middle East. She can only be described as an Arabic version of Carrie from Sex and the City. She is also one of the most adventurous human beings I have the pleasure of knowing. Her current “great idea” is to fly to Iran and learn how to ski, or to go to the gaza strip (again!)! Obviously I am trying to talk her out of it and persuading her to move back to London.
Alors, that's le latest. More le soon, a' bientot!
Firstly, birthday came and went in true regal stylee. Certainly acting my age in terms of venue, surroundings and activities. But certainly not acting the age, more like shoe size with regards to behavior and this was without the aid of alcohol!
It started with a drive to Paris with a friend. We nipped around le Paris in le morning, followed by lunch on the Champs Ellesse near Arc de Triumph with my cousin and his friend.
The weekend was spent in Loire Valley; a quaint little place 1 hour train journey outside Paris. It’s known as the Garden of France mainly due to the acres of vineyards; very soothing to the eyes. I think I got drunk just looking at it! Also known as Valley of the Kings owing to the sheer number of Chateaus.
So, I spent the day like a princess and went on what only can be described as a Chateau crawl with my cousin and 2 other friends. In 2 days we managed to get around 9 Chateaus all varying in age, style and substance. Had a feast fit for a queen in the lawns with the backdrop of a glorious 16th century Chateau complete with moat and a zoo full of 50 odd bloodhounds!
It was non-stop giggles and laughs from the outset, with each minute of the journey an adventure of stupidity. We also decided we had to converse in French. Even if you did not know the word in French, just say it with a French accent was order of the day.
I did insist we must play hide and seek inside one of the Chateaus, instead we found a maze in one of the grounds and played in there.
The following weekend, the same crew came over to London and we embarked on a musical marathon. By that I mean we attended a couple of West End shows. Sad I know, but again, it was non-stop laughs.
We checked into the hotel, which I booked for 2 of us, whilst my cousin made his way to the separate hotel booked by his company.
The hotel I had booked was the toilet bowl of hotels! We literally fell into the hotel room, looked at the bathroom, swiftly turned on our heel, went down to reception and handed back the keys. Unfortunately we could not get a refund.
In the process I called my cousin to make arrangements for us in the hotel he was staying, as there was no way we were going to stay in the one I had booked.
Meantime, cousin was at his hotel having drinks with the hotel staff whilst waiting for us. He managed to upgrade all of us as he had acquainted himself with the hotel manager. We swiftly arrived, quickly got dressed and made our way to a club.
Three in the morning we were running the length of Oxford street singing songs from classic musicals and managed to gather a small crowd along the way. Tres bizarre.
Hours later, we peeled ourselves out of bed to breakfast and on to hit the summer sales.
First of the musicals was Chicago. Thirty minutes into it we had all fallen asleep! My cousin and I were so embarrassed; we changed seats in the interval.
Lunch and a little pick me up and then onto Phantom of Le Opera. I have ALWAYS wanted to see this one and it was worth the wait. Desperately holding back the tears at the end, after hearing sniffles around the audience I just let my tears flow. I thought it was a happy ending and he got the girl! Not only did he not get the girl, but they teefed his boat and mask!
The others returned to their respective countries after the weekend, but cousin extended his trip until the following weekend. So the remainder of my week was an onslaught of more stupidity and drinking with the mad hotel staff. My cousin is the most charming person I know; he has this uncanny ability to talk his way into anything and we always seem to get complete strangers to join us wherever it is we go.
What else?.. ah yes how can I forget? It’s holiday season, so my dearest friends from Dobuy have been visiting London for their annual holidays. Spent lunches and dinners with them catching up. Gosh I miss them so dearly!
And how can I forget Badu? Being a mahoosive Erykah Badu fan, I was lucky enough to see her perform at the superb open-air venue of Somerset House. Certainly less intimate than her previous London venues, but undoubtedly far more spectacular. She rocked the crowd in true Badu style.
Well this brings us up to speed.
Tomorrow I shall be spending the morning trying to beat my father at chess. So far he has thoroughly thrashed me apart from last weekend where I finally made him sweat a bit! He actually resorted to cheating by making up a rule as he was making a penultimate move! I let him have that “rule” only as an excuse for him beating me again. This week I have been prepping on some new opening moves.. so lets see how it works. I may try the strategy of some of his pieces mysteriously disappearing off the board...lets see how that works – tee hee!
The afternoon will be spent with one of the coolest people I know and only in town for a couple of days before flying to the Middle East. She can only be described as an Arabic version of Carrie from Sex and the City. She is also one of the most adventurous human beings I have the pleasure of knowing. Her current “great idea” is to fly to Iran and learn how to ski, or to go to the gaza strip (again!)! Obviously I am trying to talk her out of it and persuading her to move back to London.
Alors, that's le latest. More le soon, a' bientot!
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