100 happy days challenge – Day 0

As I was driving home from work today I decided to attempt the 100 day challenge (again). I attempted it a few years ago but I don’t think I did it whole heartedly so for me it doesn’t count. The 100 day challenge is a happiness challenge where everyday I will share a photo of something that makes me happy and write about it. Apparently 70% of the people who have tried this challenge have failed due to lack of time. I really hope I am not a part of that 70%…

If you want to take part in this challenge please visit http://www.100happydays.com

Good luck šŸ™‚

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“Excuse me, how can I leave?”Ā 

Often times I find myself in a situation where I just cannot find the exit to the place.

One time when Reem Island (in Abu Dhabi) was still kind of a ghost town as the roads were not 100% complete and there were some roadworks, a friend and I were just driving by to sit by the water there. We weren’t able to unfortunately because of some construction works. Then came the time for us to make other plans, it took as an hour to leave Reem Island, for the simple reason that the roads were blocked from everywhere. I could see the exit but kept going in circles due to the roads being closed off. I turn to my friend and say “Gosh, this is like hotel California, we can come here anytime we like but we can never leave!” The only way we were able to leave was by my getting out of my car and slightly moving one of the road blocks (thankfully no was there) so that I could be on the right road to exit the island. What an adventure.

When I moved to Dubai, from Abu Dhabi, almost a year ago now, my office had the most complicated parking structure. I was directed three times before I found the correct entrance to my allocated parking spot. Once the day was over, I got in my car and followed the signs to the exit, I come by some barriers and try to leave but my card doesn’t allow me the access. I see a guy who I assumed worked there and waved frantically, roll down my window and say “Excuse me, how can I leave?” The guy walks by and asks me where my parking was and then tells me I can’t leave from here. There’s a queue of cars behind me already, what an embarrassment, I start reversing and the people were nice enough to back up as well. The guy notices and comes by again “Miss, if you want I can help you find the exit”. I turn to him “Yes, I would appreciate that, thank you. Also may I suggest to make the signs towards the exit more clear, why did it have to be so complicated to leave, we should be allowed to exit from everywhere.” Poor guy, walks over to get into the passenger seat and apologises. Haha it’s quite funny, in hindsight.

I’ll spare you the details of my Ikea trips, I just do not understand why, sometimes, they make it so difficult to leave, I understand that it’s a marketing tactic, to see everything in case you want to buy something. I guess for me, I only buy what I thought out to and don’t like to waste time browsing so Ikea is my worst nightmare, I feel the day gets wasted.

Sometimes, it’s not a place I’m trying to get out of, it’s people I should let go of but that’s a lot more complicated. It shouldn’t be. It is what it is šŸ™‚

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It’s funny how the mind works, this post was inspired by a song I heard called “surrender” and it got me thinking of how this word could also be used in a positive context. Perspectives make such a big difference.

The first thing I think of when I hear this word is: accepting defeat and usually in a war scenario, when you raise the white flag. Many of us though fight our own battles daily and it amazes me how this three syllable word has so much power.

I feel that this word has so much depth. Funny thing about words, it has profound effects on people who actually allow it to affect them. Actions speak louder than words but words are remembered, whereas actions sometimes may not.

There are two ways to look at how this word is used. When someone surrenders it’s like they are accepting defeat and can fairly be called the loser. However, this greatly depends on the situation in which they have surrendered. Even in a war, when people surrender, they may have lost the battle but they have spared the lives of those who did not die. That’s a victory, in some ways, even though it’s a loss for the nation.

The battles we fight everyday are thankfully not as gruesome and it isn’t a matter of life or death (unless you’re a paramedic or doctor, in that case hope you always win your battle) and yet we “fight” to try to stay in control. It’s like us, as humans, have an incessant need to always be in control and if things don’t go according to plan, frustration kicks in. Been there, done that and now I’m blogging about it (well, kind of).

I read a nice quote, which fits in perfectly with this post: “Surrender to what is, let go of what was and have faith in what will be” by Sonia Ricotti. There’s an eloquence to this statement that if I close my eyes and think about it, I can almost feel the peace she may be trying to convey…almost. In some ways, it is what religions teach you or why people meditate or do yoga. It’s meant to centre you so you can feel at peace, to let go of pettiness and the things you have no control over.

How do you ‘surrender to what is’? I’ve always believed to work hard and you will make it to the top, however how can you surrender if you aren’t where you want to be? In my mind, it doesn’t make sense to surrender, it’s as if we’re meant to give up when it isn’t easy, it’s quite a catch-22 actually, you want to stay in control yet surrendering might be the best option. On the flip-side, “surrender to what is” doesn’t have to mean giving up, it means to accept that some things are difficult and to make the effort anyway. Do it without being frustrated, so you surrender or will-fully accept that it may be tough at the moment but have faith and believe that it will work out in the end. Imagine how wonderful it will feel when you get what you’ve been working so hard for and let that be your drive.

Have faith for the best is yet to come. šŸ™‚

Photo credit: A friend of mine took this photo of me while I was figuring out what get for lunch, it started to rain and I opened my umbrella and she captured the moment. We surrendered to having pizza.

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We deserve a nap, always

As a kid I don’t remember if I ever neglected my naps but as an adult, I nap at the every opportunity.

I love naps and the mini dreams that are included in those naps (I dream a lot, literally and figuratively). Often times I have no control over it and nap without warning, I call that a “nap attack” a phrase I learnt from Garfield comic books.

When I started working, almost three years ago now, I dreaded meetings that were more than 15 minutes. The reason is simple, I knew that I would be bored at the meeting and when boredom kicks in, a nap is coming. On one of the instances, God bless my ex boss, we were having a team meeting and the whole legal team of the bank I was working for was in it. 15 minutes in (it’s always the 15 minute mark, I wish I was exaggerating) I can feel my head begin to bobble ever so slightly. I drank the water in front of me, started doodling and nothing worked. After the doodling became mere scribbles, my boss, who was sitting next to me, leans in and whispers “Would you like a coffee?” I immediately wake up, smile and say “desperately, though I’d prefer tea.” He gets up discreetly and goes to get the tea boy, the meeting was for 2.5 hours and he saved me from being a complete embarrassment.

Safe to say it has happened countless times but because my boss was aware of my “situation” he made sure we would have tea before our immediate team meetings (which only consisted of about 8 of us).

Having shared this story, I’ve just remembered that I have many stories such as these but I must go downstairs and have breakfast. I am famished and then maybe I’ll take a nap, it is a Saturday after all.

Happy weekend everyone! šŸ™‚

Featured photo: Found it in my phone, source: Internet.

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If you could go back in time, what would you change?


That’s a simple answer, I guess. I do not have regrets, especially in relation to the mistakes I have made, I would make those all over again if it would mean that it would bring me to where I am now. Don’t get me wrong, I am not in an ideal place in my life, I have a long way to go to be close to where I want to be; at the same time I really like who I have become and I truly have come a long way from where I was.

Going back to the beginning, I didn’t start speaking until I was about 4. I could say words but I did not formulate sentences very well. My mother has always been very intuitive, so she knew what I was trying to say to her and because she understood me so well, I guess on some level I didn’t feel the need to talk or formulate sentences. When I started school, the first memory I have is not being able to speak English. I remember speaking to the teacher and other kids in my mother tongue and being quite confused as to what was going on. It’s quite incredible the way the human mind works and the ability of teachers to teach children a whole new language. With time I learnt English. I was a very shy child. I was always hiding behind my mother, whenever we went out. I think I’d describe myself as Bambi if I could relate to any cartoon and at the time Bambi was my favourite. My shyness still remains, ever so slightly that it’s barely visible. I have “grown up” so to speak and even if I feel overwhelmed, I have gotten quite good at “fake it till you make it”

Speaking of mistakes, one I would like to mention is not doing well enough in my A levels, which lead to me having no offers from universities. (That’s a story for another time).

Fast forwarding till I moved to London for university, I had gotten my dorm room and my parents were there to make sure I settled in nicely. After they had left, I sat in my tiny room, looked outside the window and immediately missed home. I never felt more alone and at that moment self pity kicked in. I have always been capable of taking care of myself, but in that moment all I could think of is how much I wanted to be in the comfort of my home. After a few days of wallowing, I got bored of myself and decided to make the most of it and started socialising and just opening up. I decided that I did not want to be shy anymore and really went out of my way to get out of my comfort zone. I joined various societies and even ran for treasurer for a society (got elected twice). It did wonders for my confidence and it is then that I realised that I actually really like people. Everyone is interesting in one way or another and people tended to open up to me, which in the beginning I would find to be strange. I do not trust easily, yet I would find people opening up to me as if they have known me their whole lives. It made me feel nice to be peoples’ confidant and give them the encouragement they needed to overcome whatever obstacles they were facing. I learnt that at the end of the day, everyone just wants to be understood.

I have made a lot of mistakes along the way, taken some wrong turns, got hurt and I know that I will make new ones as I am still on this earth. With every mistake I come one step closer to my destiny, grow more confident and wise. I would not have it any other way. šŸ™‚

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I love coincidences

I have mentioned this in another post but I guess this just emphasises my love for coincidences. I love moments where you think of a song and you turn on the radio and the song you were thinking of plays in that moment. It’s marvellous. I mention this because something similar happened to me today. A fellow blogger (please click hereĀ to know who I am referring to), shared a drawing of hers on Instagram and it was of a chameleon. The chameleon reminded me of pascal from the movie Tangled.

For the past week, I’ve been working late and I am not the sort of person that likes to watch movies on my own, no reason really. I would rather read a book or do something more productive with my time, like catching up on my sleep. This week, however, has been different. I get home late and rather than unwinding with a book, I’ve been watching a movie. Watched the Notebook on Monday (I can watch that movie a million times and never get bored of it) and yesterday watched Footloose, which was nice. Today as I finished my dinner and was flicking through my movie channels, I saw that Tangled was on! My first thought was “OmG law of attraction really does exist!” Which, of course is does, but it’s debatable and a topic for another day.

This movie is my most favourite adaptations of Repunzel. I love how the character is portrayed in the movie, the simplest things make her happy and I feel that I can really relate to her personality. She took a leap of faith, jumped out of her comfort zone to follow her dream of seeing the lights and she did! On the way she learnt and met wonderful people and bad ones too (but the bad balances out the good, arguably). I would highly recommend watching it.

Thank God for modern technology and being able to rewind live tv.Ā I pressed rewind and I shall now watch the movie. šŸ˜€

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In 1953 on January 17, the design for Corvette was unveiled.

There’s something about American muscle cars that is, oh, so appealing. I wouldn’t call myself a car fanatic but I do love cars! I know which car it is, most of the time as soon as I see it and I can usually tell what sort of engine it contains. However, I have to admit I still have much to learn, since my knowledge is very basic.

Living in a place like Dubai, I have the luxury of seeing spectacular cars zoom by me everyday and as you may have gathered by now, when I see something I like, I look it up to satisfy my curiosity. It is the reason why I can usually tell what car it is. Though I love corvettes, I cannot call it my favourite, in fact having said that I don’t think I have a favourite. These are the top 5 cars that I want: 1. Porsche Macan; 2. Ford Mustang 1970s model; 3. a black Ferrari (its just so much more fierce than a red one); 4. Mercedes G Class, I love how square it is and if anyone accuses it of being too square, I can always say :”well hey, it’s my way of being around” :D. I realise that it’s a cheesy joke, but I do love a pun. Finally 5 is a corvette stingray, the one in my featured photo.

Aside from cars, I also have a dream motorbike, which is a Triumph Bobble and Thunderbird storm.

I stumbled across this car, as shown as the featured image of this blog post I was walking around in Abu Dhabi, since the weather was good and I was going to a cafe near my house just to chill with some friends. I saw the car and I could not contain my excitement, I had never seen a car like this, unfortunately it was parked between two cars and I tried to take as many pictures as possible. I’m glad I did, however my friend was getting slightly annoyed. When I am happy about something, my voice suddenly gets louder and I can’t control it. I guess it is just one of my quirks and she constantly reminds me to use my inside voice. I turned to her at the moment and said “Luckily for you, we’re outside”. šŸ˜€

I saw this car a few years ago, it was when my curiosity for cars actually developed properly and motivated me to start learning about cars.

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