Ford Thunderbird

Gosh, I love vintage cars. 

I saw the beauty in the featured image as I was on my way to get lunch. It caught my eye from across the street and I’ve spent all morning trying to figure out what car it is. 

Finally, after much research, I have uncovered it to be a Ford Thunderbird 1955 model. It felt like such an accomplishment, safe to say my efforts paid off. 

One of the reasons I really want to go to Cuba is because, from what I have seen, it feels as thought you’ve gone back in time to the 50s. It’s like the movie, back to the future and everything is “vintage” 

Here’s a photo of Havana I have found from the internet: 


Really beautiful isn’t it? One of my friends went not too long ago and loved it. I’m curious to see if I would be brave enough to go. I shall not be afraid. 

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Stonehenge

It was unbelievable.

I went to Stonehenge in 2014, it was a stop over on our way to Bath. We left just as the sun came up and I took this at the start of our journey:DSC_0741.JPG

During the entire trip, we only had one CD which we listened to on repeat and these were the songs on it which I remember (my friend and I love Lana del Rey):

  1. Summertime sadness by Lana Del Rey
  2. Black Beauty by Lana Del Rey
  3. Blue Jeans by Lana Del Rey
  4. Wicked Games cover by Gemma Hayes
  5. An arabic song I can’t remember

Safe to say I have the above songs memorised. We were dancing away on the journey, even when we were sick of the songs, the dancing continued, less enthusiastically as the journey went on.

Anyway, back to Stonehenge, our excitement grew as we approached it:DSC_0750.JPG

What a sight it was:

DSC_0751.JPGWhen we got there, we paid for our tickets and then got into a mini train which took us up to the site:

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and I was experimenting, slightly with my camera and took a photo of the landscape:

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Finally the wait was over:

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It was completely magnificent. There really is an air of mystery about these rocks, that have just been standing where they are, for thousands of years without much erosion. There are many theories about it, such as it was a praying ground where the pagans performed their religious rituals. However, no one knows for certain what its purpose was for and how people managed to move the rocks and place them as they are. This is me pondering over the mystery:

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It was freezing that day, even my handy puffy jacket was not enough. If you’re interested to read all the theories of Stonehenge, please click here

I really enjoyed my journey, oh I must not forget about the sheep:

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It was most certainly one of my most favourite trips. Short but sweet. I wonder if the real reasons for the “construction” of Stonehenge will ever be uncovered. Until then, I shall remain, ever so curious.

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Take a leap of faith

Don’t be afraid anymore. 

I’ve been a bit of a scardy cat my whole life, in some ways I don’t like an adrenaline rush so you won’t ever find me on a rollercoaster or sky diving. When I was a kid I would always walk behind my mom, her being my mighty shield. I’m not sure what I was so afraid of, here are a few things that I remember:

  1. People; 
  2. Loud noises;
  3. Being away from my mom.

The list above is not exclusive and thinking back, I was quite an odd child. Being the only girl with two brothers I’ve naturally been close to my mother. I remember waking up in the middle of the night every night checking if my parents were still in bed. I had this weird paranoia that my parents would abandon me even though I was too young to even understand the consequences for the abandonment to fear it but that used to be my greatest fear. 

On one of those nights, I must have been maybe 3, I woke up to do my daily checks and opened my bedroom door. After I heard my parents speaking I closed the door. My younger brother’s pram was learning against the wall and when I opened the door, the pram lost its balance and fell on my foot. I don’t remember the pain but I remember being carried and looking at my right foot with my eyes filled with tears. I have a scar on my foot till this day. 

Relating back to the title of this post, it reminds me how far I have come from that night and now even when I am afraid, I fight my fears because no one ever became successful if they gave into those fears. That night taught me to be more brave and not be paranoid about silly things. It taught me that scars heal, even if you pick at it, with time, it heals until it is barely visible. 

I will take a leap of faith and challenge myself to be better everyday. We owe it to ourselves to be the best that we can be. So what are you waiting for? Go on, take a leap of faith and believe that the best is yet to come. 

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I love the beach

I love how it’s empty on a Saturday morning and I love the way the sand is slightly cool at this time of the year. 

Abu Dhabi has really good beaches and the one shown in the featured photo is the famous corchiche beach. I can’t believe it’s been 22 years since I first went to it. So much has changed and yet so much has remained the same. It’s nostalgic. The sand is smooth so it’s comfortable to walk on it since there are no pebbles or shells mildly stabbing you as you walk on it. The waves are calm and I love the slight swoosh noise they make as the water comes to touch the shore before retreating back into the sea. 

This is what Saturday mornings are for. To take a break from the troubles of life and just forget, even if momentarily the things that stress you out. The beach is my sanctuary in some ways, I feel refreshed as I sit there and sort out my thoughts. 

I have always been positive but I’m trying something new. I’m curious to see how this will pan out and effect my life. I have begun to practice gratitude since this morning as I believe it helps ground a person and makes one realise the the important things in life. Everything is temporary, best enjoy the present and as the title of Richard Carlson’s book: don’t sweat the small stuff, and its all small stuff. 

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I’m listening…

Recently, everyday after work and on the weekends, I binge watch Frasier.

I absolutely love that show and it’s one of the shows that has made me most curious about psychiatry and how the human mind is so complex. In some ways the character of Frasier reminds me of me. How he loves to help people by trying to solve their problems, how he would give reassurances to people that need it most and how to unlock their insecurities and find solutions to overcome them. I do not have a psychiatrist background or education but I like to read a lot and understand why people are the way they are.

He is also an empath and it made me curious, even though he is a fictional character, I wanted to see if Frasier’s birthday was recorded as I always thought he could be a pisces. It’s March 7, in case you were wondering, which makes him a fellow pisces. Now I am not one to believe in horoscopes, however in relation to the personality traits each star sign represents, there is a trend and I do think that it is accurate.

All things aside, I find him to be hilarious, I think it’s a very intelligently written show and the characters are so perfectly developed. It makes me so curious the way a psychiatrist can diagnose people thus helping them find solutions to their shortcomings , easily and yet it is almost impossible to self diagnose. Why is that? I think it’s because when the psychiatrists are diagnosing their patients, its on a very non personal/ non emotional level and thus they are able to form a non bias judgement/diagnoses. Consequently it may not be wise to self diagnose because they do not have that level of emotional detachment with themselves to self diagnose effectively.

It’s all quite interesting, I feel that I must learn a little more about this subject. Any thoughts? I’m listening…

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Happy International Woman’s day

Is this day sexist? No it isn’t I just checked.

Funny, I’ve never really heard about International Men’s day, but it does exist and their day is the 19 of November.

This year’s theme for Woman’s Day is #beboldforchange, please click here if you want to be bold for change. This post will be filled with inspirational quotes, and my perspective of those quotes, which will be applicable for both women and men, alike.

In the words of Marie Curie:

Now is the time to understand more, so we may fear less

In the current climate and due to internet, we have access to a vast amount of information and thankfully we have also been blessed with a mind. So now, more than ever, is the time to understand, once we understand, automatically fear diminishes. It’s amazing how Marie Curie said this maybe 100 years ago and I think this quote will be applicable in all times and ages. For those of you who don’t know and want to increase your knowledge on a deeper level, you can sign up to free university courses here. It’s an excellent platform and that includes a variety of subjects. Let’s be bold and learn more, so that we can better understand the world we live in.

I love Coco Chanel, so this post would not be complete without a quote from her:

The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.

I agree and her words inspire me, every time I feel shy about speaking up. I think life’s too short for every thought to just be a thought, thoughts dream to be real and the only way you can make your thought’s dream come true is to say them out loud. Don’t be shy, don’t be rude and be bold. Speak up, the world deserves to hear you and you deserve to be heard, it’s definitely something I must constantly remind myself.

Speaking of dreams, reminds me of Frida Kahlo’s quote:

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

I really like that, especially since for those of you who don’t know this, Frida was in an awful accident which rendered her paralyzed from the waist down. I love the positivity this quote demonstrates and I believe we all have what it takes, if only we believe in our selves, the way she did.

One must also be confident in their abilities, so I think it’s not enough to just believe in ourselves, Cleopatra put it so eloquently:

I will not be triumphed over

I love that. I love the simplicity of this quote and yet how much power it holds. As many of you may know, Cleopatra was the last Pharaoh of Egypt and people were drawn to her, not because of her beauty which is a myth as she is now known to be a simple looking woman but for her wit and intellect. She had charm and charisma that Caesar and Antony could not resist. Above all, I think it was her confidence that made her as alluring as it did.

I could go on endlessly as there are many inspiring great women, however I do not want this post to drag on. Maya Angelou is one of my favourite writers and I feel it is worth mentioning her too, so lastly but most certainly not the least, Maya Angelou said:

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Maybe I haven’t lived long enough to learn what she learnt, which lead to her saying that but it is the way I live my life. I like to be liked and I like to be there for others and add some value to their lives. I want to be remembered for my kindness and I try to be. Although often times it’s not easy to be kind all the time, specifically when I’m hungry and tired, then it’s a mission impossible. All silliness aside, I must say I do agree with her. I am an empath and I feel what others feel on an intense level, which makes me cautious before I do or say something which could be remotely hurtful to others. People do forget what you have done for them and maybe the thing that they remember is how you made them feel.

Happy International Woman’s day, we’ve come a long way as women and we must strive to be better, always, in every way. #beboldforachange and let the change be for women to empower each other rather than put each other down. 🙂

Featured image: google search images for “we can do it”

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What are we afraid of?

I’m in my comfort zone.

About three years ago I had a very active social life. I would be out all the time meeting a bunch of new people and it was just great. Like all things, it came to an end and I didn’t do much to continue mingling with other people to maintain my active social life. Somewhere along the lines it got difficult and I’m not sure why that is. I’m naturally an extrovert, I love being around people, talking to them, trying to understand them on a deeper level. Having said that I also really like being by myself and the past year, I’ve gotten really good at being myself and being very content. It’s dangerous.

I was skyping with my best friend before thinking of what to post and she was telling me about her life. She was contemplating moving to Dubai but decided not to because she doesn’t want to miss out on the life she has worked so hard to create for herself in Toronto. I don’t blame her especially since I want her to move to Dubai for purely selfish reasons. I miss her, I miss having friends I can rely on and I’m tired of having acquaintances and meaningless friendships. It’s ironic how my closest friends are geographically so far away from me. The featured image popped up as I was reading a random article and it made me think why I’m stuck in a somewhat “pity party”. I feel that I am afraid to open up, mingle and have a social life again only because I have become so comfortable in my comfort zone. I’ve in some ways gone back to the girl that I was shy and content in her own world and it’s a shame because I’ve worked hard to be confident and a somewhat risk taker. Before doing something, I’m usually advised against doing, I always ask myself, what’s the worst that can happen? Please note, I’m not wild at all and this is mostly applied on relationships, career/job prospects and talking to strangers. I miss the dynamic/spontaneous person I used to be and in someways I am afraid to open up again and I’m not sure why. I don’t really think that it’s fear, I think I’ve gotten too lazy and I love Frasier. I look forward to finishing with work so I can come home to watch Frasier, wow that’s pretty sad. I went from watching no tv because I had a life to watching only tv. Right, this needs to stop. It’s time to get back and enjoy life, the way it is meant to be enjoyed.

I think I need a start over. I wasn’t happy with yesterday, nor today. I lack motivation to do things whole heartedly as I used to and I think all of this comes down to me seriously needing a break. It’s my drapetomania and it’s hitting me hard. I really want to go away for a little while, a change of scenery is always so necessary.

Here are a few ideas:

  1. I could go to Oman, it’s nearby and it’s gorgeous.
  2. Petra, Jordan, also relatively nearby
  3. Stay in the UAE and go to the mountain regions, like Fujairah.
  4. Take up a language course and just have my mind engaged in something
  5. Refresh my piano skills
  6. Find ways to meet more people

Nice to know I have options and I haven’t been to any of these places. So I will follow the advice of the random website pop-up and I will try something different. I’m sure it will help with my motivation levels and hopefully will also help my become more creative in my writing. 🙂

I would love to hear your thoughts on these ideas and I am open to more suggestions.

Have a beautiful night everyone. 🙂 x

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28 going on 29

By the time I am done writing this post, I will be 29.

I feel the time people reflect most on their life is before a birthday or before new years. Unlike maybe most of you. 4th of March is not a day I particularly look forward to. Well incase you haven’t guessed by now, I mean I don’t really look forward to my birthday.

The day before I turned 28, I felt there was more I achieved before 28 since I had just signed my lease and became completely independent. I guess 27/28 is when I can say I became an adult. What have I done before 29?

Looking back over my 28th year in this world, I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished that much and since I am an optimist, I think I will call it my year of pondering and self discovery. In my defence, I travelled more than I have ever travelled in one year, so that’s something. Job wise, my skills have developed more and this year more than any other year, I’ve come to genuinely love myself, in a none narcissistic sort of way. I like the person I am becoming and having said it (typed it) I feel that’s a really big achievement.

As I sit here, on the floor next to my most favourite being in the world, Coco, my cat: 

I can honestly say that I am content. 28 you’ve been great, hello 29. I will take this opportunity to tell you about one of my travels during my 28th year, the time I went to Prague.

On my way to Prague from Budapest, the taxi I was in came to a standstill. There were police bareacades and apparently there was a bomb threat at Budapest airport. It was such a mess. Oddly I wasn’t scared but merely annoyed because of the planning time I  put in for flights and hotel reservations. As soon I began to call the hotel to cancel our reservation the traffic began moving and another cab had come around out of no where. Was so lucky,thankfully.

I did most of the touristy things, as one does in the short amount of time they travel to a new place. This was our view from the hotel:
This trip also helped me get back in touch with reading maps, rather than relying on google maps and it was truly such fun:

To be honest I didn’t know much about Prague before I went, though I did read a quote on it: “Prague is the Paris of the 90s”. I can’t say that I agree or disagree because I didn’t visit paris back in the 90s, I was too young if I did. However I’m not sure why this comparison was made. Both places have distinct cultures and people so the comparison is quite a moot point.

Here are a few snippets of my trip:


I visited Lenons wall and it was amazing:

 


I also went to Prague castle, which is Europe’s biggest castle.

The steps to the top was quite difficult and the uphill walk before the stairs was worth it for this view

I love that the photo includes my handy map :).

This was inside the premises of the castle

It was a short journey but so nice. I wish I had more time there to explore more, but it was the end of my time in Prague. 

I’m exhausted and pretty much falling asleep as I type this. I will continue in the morning. Good night 🙂
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An apartment by the Bay

 

Almost a year ago I moved away from Abu Dhabi to Dubai. I was transferred to the Dubai office of the firm I work for.

I’d like to take a moment and just reflect on how quickly the time flies. When I was transferred, I was given two weeks notice (much like the movie) and in those two weeks I had to find a new place and move in immediately. Luckily Abu Dhabi is not too far from Dubai so initially, for about a 2 weeks I did have to commute, until my furniture arrived to my apartment.

My heart was set on a building which was right next to work and it had a few apartments empty. This was because I was new to Dubai and didn’t want to get caught up in the morning rush trying to get into work. However, for some reason, either the agent would increase the price or tell us it was no longer available. We had contacted a few agents about the apartments in the building. Until finally we managed to secure one and handed in a deposit. Little did I know that handing in a deposit doesn’t mean much and the next morning the agent called saying how the apartment is in high demand and can only make it available to me if we pay a higher rent. I flat out refused (pun intended), it’s not a joke and it shouldn’t be this difficult to book an apartment. Shame that people are not good for their word anymore and luckily I got my deposit back. Time was running out and I was back to square one and had no apartment. It was difficult to call agents at that time too because work was extremely busy. I have to admit, I was extremely lucky because my parents were very helpful. They would drive to Dubai to view the apartments on my behalf. I cannot stress enough how grateful I am for their help. In any case I gave up on that building and even though the agent called again confirming that another apartment was available, I was now adamant to find a place anywhere else and never live in that building.

I had basically lost faith in ever finding an apartment and decided that commuting won’t be that bad and that I could do it. 10 days into commuting back and forth everyday, my hunt was back on. Luckily my mother had found another agent and she was excellent. She knew exactly what I was looking for and didn’t play any games in relation to my budget. She booked a viewing and I had taken a few days off to find a place. So on a Thursday, I went to Dubai with my parents to view the places. The first building was in a compound with a cluster of 13 buildings. We walked up to the compound from the underground parking, as we stepped outside, my dad said to me “This is it” with a big smile on his face and this was before we had gone up to look at the apartment! It just had a nice vibe to it, which the other building next to work did not have. We went up had a look at a few apartments and I chose the corner apartment. We got the lease signed the same day and I had the keys to my very own place.

It makes me curious how something’s just work out. Maybe it is fate? I guess the moral of the story is, if something is meant to be, it will be easy peasy. Don’t force things, just let it be. 🙂

Featured image is the view from my apartment.

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The City of Bath

I went on a road trip to Bath with my best friend.

It was one of those holidays I want to re-live over and over again. It was just before the christmas market stalls were set up, so the magic of christmas was everywhere. I love the way the air felt when we got out of the car and took our luggage out. We were quite lucky, it was a sunny day and we had the chance to really enjoy the city.

This is where we stayed:

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It was the cutest little hotel and in such a convenient location. It had a really satisfying english breakfast and the best pecan danish I have ever had. I LOVE pecan danishes, it’s probably my favourite pastry. It was perfectly crisp and fresh and the pecans were crunchy, just as they should be. It was delightful.

We were only there for one night and when we woke up the next morning, I nudged my friend awake. We were just getting our teas when I noticed that we could climb out of our windows and sit on the roof. This was our view:dsc_0853

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We sat there for a few minutes just taking in the freezing air. Crazy how things have changed so much since that day, she’s married now, with the cutest kid I’ve ever met, I moved away and I feel our lives have gone in such opposite directions, it breaks my heart at times. I feel I don’t have much in common with her anymore, however I do have a tendency of over exaggerating things in my mind. Well, regardless of how things pan out in the future and where our lives take us next, we will always have Bath, London and Scotland (all the places we’ve been together) and she will always be my best friend. It boggles my mind how it’s been almost three years since we sat on the roof, enjoying the view, not even speaking. It was pure bliss.

Saying that I miss it is an understatement and it’s weird because I haven’t really thought about that trip of mine until today, as I was flicking through my photos and remembered it. Bath is a beautiful city and here are a few photos of the city:

We were only there a day and a half and I think we covered all the main attractions. Things you must see/do:

  1. the Roman Baths (of course), it’s a natural spring and the water is naturally warm, the temperature ranges from 69 -96 degrees celsius. Quite fascinating.
  2. You have to eat a Bath bun, I’m salivating by just mentioning it.
  3. You must also try their fudge, it’s divine.
  4. We did a very touristy thing, which was to have high tea at the Pump room, it was my favourite part. I love tea and scones and everything that represents high tea.
  5. Bath Abbey
  6. The Royal Crescent and the Circus (shame the trees were so bare, otherwise the circus is quite a sight)

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Would I go back? Absolutely. It’s no wonder Jane Austen was such a good author, aside from her talents, she lived in a place that I feel does inspire so much creativity.

The city has so much character, it’s charming around every corner, not to mention it’s drenched in such rich history. The people are equally charming. 🙂

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