Making changes, Taking chances.

Love ♥

The “apple” tree

I stumbled across this online and fell in love with it.  What a lovely way of describing the difficulties of finding the sacrosanct ‘one’.  I wonder if its better to be a low hanging fruit than an amazing one thats very hard to reach.  Funny how karma works, the rotten apples usually have an easier life and a happier ever after than the amazing apples whose suffrage resides in the knowledge and reality that much effort is required to find and keep them.  May we all find and keep tall guys who can easily “pick” us from the very top, place us on a pedestal and treat us right.


Beirut-ing – Part #2

This weekend was very special.  It’s amazing what a weekend away can do for you.  Especially after the tough week I’ve had and the tougher one coming. 

In the interest of preserving his anonymity (at least until I make my blog public knowledge to those that matter) let’s refer to him as the BF in keeping with last week.  It’s been so nice having him in the same time zone.  Today we both head home.  I left this morning and he leaves tonight which will put us back in the 2hr time difference / 7hr flying distance zone.  *sad face*

He picked me up from the airport on Thursday morning which was in itself a lovely surprise.  Airports always remind me of the opening scene of the movie “Love Actually”.  It’s so nice to be “received” at an airport than to arrive and leave solo, like an impersonal man on a mission.

We headed north to Batroun and the sleepy fishing village of Byblos where we explored a castle, wandered the old town and had a seafood lunch overlooking the sea.  It was a hot summer day and a wonderful way to spend the day together.  We made an essential purchase each: a Beirut magnet to add to last months’ from Paris and to what will hopefully grow to become a collection from our travel adventures together.  Unfortunately I have no photos from this part of the day because I took them all with the BF’s Nikon D90.  I will post a few upon receiving them.  There are pictures of old cobbled streets, little boats named ‘Beach Bum’ bobbing on a shimmering sea and a few amazing ‘Kodak moments’, if I may say so myself.

Later that night we headed to the amazing Music Hall for a night of dancing and incredible music.  Amazing concept.  This place belongs to a mogul who apparently owned this space as a small cinema theatre.  He later converted it into a cabaret style club in which there are over 20 different bands performing every night on a massive and very elaborate looking theatre stage.  The artists were diverse and the music brilliant – we danced to Latino, Arabic, Pop and Reggae to name just a few. 

The next day was even more special.  Apart from the miserable morning I spent on my own doing some work, we had some deep conversations and what felt to me like a step forward in our relationship.  Oh the woes of long distance…  We wandered down to the American University of Beirut where he received a personal tour from his own alum!  It was a really nostalgic walk through campus and was particularly special to be able to share such an important and personal time in my life with him.  It’s a beautiful campus and probably one of the prettiest hidden gems in all of Beirut. 

After much hesitation over the past few days, the BF finally decided to join me to the 2nd wedding of this month.  Despite his fears and self-confessed nerves, it brought me great pleasure to see him blend in and to enjoy himself despite knowing no-one but myself.  His presence carried even greater significance because it was a silent announcement to everyone there that we were together.  The wedding took place in “Qasr Sursok” or “Sursok Palace” – it was an outdoor wedding set in stunning manicured gardens.  Beautiful wedding and an incredible night of dancing and fun.  To the BF’s (probable) fear, I caught the bouquet!  Maybe Lady Love will be on my side to stay this time. 

On a closing note, I wish to send out thoughts of love to the beautiful bride and groom of last night.  Z & H, may your lives together be filled with much laughter, joy and love.  And may we all find what you have together.  Amen.

Beirut-ing – Part #1

It’s been a while since I’ve penned my thoughts down.  Let’s see.  Since my last post, I learned a massive lesson in controlling my need for speed.  This involved a cop car, sirens and a HUGE dent on my credit card bill.  I also failed my detox miserably.  I did however learn that you cannot meander off the path for any exceptions (even just one scoop of Haagen Daaz Belgian Chocolate ice-cream) because once you do, there’s no turning back.  I learned this lesson one day into my 2-week detox.  Nonetheless, I managed to accomplish what I intended to with the detox in a mere few days, and unintentionally too!  I lost a couple of kilos to allow me to nicely fit into the dress for the wedding.  I spent the past weekend in Beirut despite the mania leading up to the upcoming meetings.  It was a beautiful wedding and perhaps the best part was meeting and getting to better know a few new people.  It gives me comfort to know that there are that many nice people inhabiting my desert.  I really should work less and devote more time to socializing.  Attached is a shot I took from our breakfast table on Friday morning.

Beirut carries with it so much nostalgia for the days gone by.  It reminds me of my college days and my rambunctious and restless character, wanting to take in everything and squeeze so much into so little time.  I must say, it seems nothing has changed!  I also got to savour some of the familiar and local delicacies I love: Saj, Manakeesh, and the largely underestimated merry cream from Bliss House as well as spend quality time with the BFF, the god child, the sis and the BF.  The perfect round-up.

On matters of the heart, things got a little shaky early in the trip but were back on track.  Long distance is like a time warp.  Events are disconnected because so much of what happens in between seeing each other is lost in the memory of cyberspace and phone space.  Alot of the communication also happens in your head.  Sometimes I wonder, did I have this conversation or did I imagine the conversation in my head and then think that I had it?  Hmmm… I think you get what Im saying.  The point is a cliched one.  Communication is key and the lack thereof makes room for issues.  That combined with the pressures of family.  My big question is, how do you start a relationship long distance ?  Does the path less followed, or rather, the more difficult path lead to rainbows and pots of gold?  Does anyone out there have any advice?   

The happy news is that I’m 3 days away from getting back on a plane, direction Beirut, for another wedding and hopefully more quality time with the BF.  For now, it’s best I catch up on my sleep given my late arrival last night offered me only 4 hours of slumber.  I wake up to French class and a ridiculously busy day at work.  Life is good.

Paris on my mind…


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It’s been a month today since Paris.  Amazing how time has the ability to warp past you at lightning speed so that memories only a month old start to feel so distant.  Attached are a few of my own photos from the magical city of lights and love.  Two weekends filled with lots of laughter, discovery, love and food.  Somehow the world is more whimsical in sepia. 

Paris je t’aime.

The Challenge

A small introduction:

I am a 30-yr old girl who is either having a premature mid-life crisis or is simply overweighed by the thought that I have spent the last 30 years of my life doing alot but not much really, unless you count my professional successes (in the grander scheme of life, who cares about those really!) and my countless travel adventures (the source of much happiness to me).  I have no special talents, no die-hard hobbies or passions that would compel me to do the crazy things sports fans may do.  Worse than that, I am an expert at starting things and not seeing them through.  At the moment, I have 9 unfinished books by my bed, a work-in-progress business plan which I believe is my salvation from the corporate world I detest, and a gym membership & personal trainer hours from which I am an active absentee.  Additionally, I am a waster.  I owe a ridiculous sum of money in speeding fines, am accumulating shopping debt and am quickly realizing that despite being a corporate slave, my riches do not amount to the hours I have put in over the last decade. 

I’m not sure what compelled me to do this.  I am a virgin blogger and although this will probably be read by no-one but myself, there is pressure in knowing that these words I write will be floating in the public eye of cyberspace and that I am somehow accountable for the promises I make.

This blog is dedicated to helping me discover myself, my interests, my passions and my loves.  I long to have a hunger for something.  To be able to make the cliche claim that I am doing something I love and that “my job is not a job”.  In the meantime, I am also looking for a reconciliation with love.  What is it?  Really?  How do you know when you have found it?  When do you know that it is right?  Where should i start on my road to discovering myself?  I don’t know what this road entails.  It may be smooth, it may be bumpy.  I am willing to endure for the sole comfort of knowing that at the end of that (hopefully short!) winding road is a strong realization for who I am and what I love.  I only hope this road will be filled with much laughter, love and adventure. 

Let the exploration begin…