well, i am back! and back with a vengeance indeed. When someone told me that there was a possibility that i needed an outlet to express myself, i admitted that i did. He suggested knitting or just playing a sport but i was sure that writing was the way for me to do so. However, my level of english leaves me corrected very often by people that think they are better than me. Okay you’re better than me, i can live with that. Many people are better than i am so you will just join them and you can fight with them, leave me alone.
The basic strategy is really not to rant but to write about the things that i learnt and felt. Instead of having a religion(which i am not so sure will work out for me), this might help to make parts of my life fall into the right places. And of course there is no right/wrong place, it is a matter of perspective. I just want to do things that i am proud. Make decisions that i am proud of.
As such, i am going to move from this tumblr space and explore another URL where my thoughts and lessons learnt won’t be judged by people. So goodbye and may we never meet again on this site.
i think asking to turn back time would be too much to ask for so all i ask for is for time to stop so i can take more pictures, talk to you more and just spend more time holding your hand. i’m not sure i can handle the stress of this if it progresses further. Which i know it will, in due time.
After deleting my draft several times and rewriting, i have found nothing to write. i don’t want to write something specific yet i don’t want to write everything like it is a rant. Amongst the pile of new notes and readings that are not going to punch holes on itself and march to my folders, school every other day and a new job that is oddly satisfying despite the fact that i have to clean toilets in case of “emergencies”, i find some sort of peace. I like my planner to be filled to the brim and my days end with me passing out in 2 seconds instead of the usual 10 seconds.
Nevertheless, i miss my friends all over the world especially pabs whom for the past few times, we only start(&end) our conversations with “hey ady, you there?” or “Hallo! Pbs, tell me you are there?”. On the bright side, my post cards have reached some people. great.
I’m back and ready to rumble. it doesn’t matter where i am at, i will rumble. Let me give an example, i need to rumble in the gym.
On the afternoon that i was leaving london to come home, i bumped into the greek man. He was smiling and walked briskly towards me. I thought him a word once when he wanted to warn me abou the dangers of the world : ” Be careful” and he used it all the time to warn me. I think he was worried about me but i was worried about him. His job hunt had been unsuccessful the past few days and he was didn’t get the call he had been waiting for. However, on this day, he told me he is “full happy” because he got the job at the greek tavern. Not wanting him to waste a single pence on me, i rejected his offer to buy me tea or coffee.
I can’t help but think about how blessed i am and i can’t help but cry about how this man has taught me so much even though he is 13000km away.
the title alones makes one feel like i might have been attacked in London. Contrary to that, i have been touched by the life story of a greek man in my hostel. While listening to his story, i could not help but cry and smile at the same time.
You could tell that age and the weather has not been to kind to him. Wrinkles gathered around his tanned face and just from his clothes, you could smell that he had a hard day out in London. London is pretty windy now so sweating is really optional. Turns out he had worked on construction in the morning and in a greek tavern in the evening. From his firm handshake, it left me guessing for the next minute the number of calluses that he had on his hand from sheer hard labour. Nevertheless, he was proud of his life. He took great pride in himself and he would try to moisturize his skin and make sure his nails were clean and neat. Coming from Thessaloniki, he shared that the economy is driven by construction but is on a decline just like the economy. At the end of each sentence, he ends of with “you understand?” i wish i did. It’s not the language that i’m talking about but the plight that he was in. Looking for a job in london is tedious especially when you don’t speak the language. He knows this, i know this but that smile on his face never left and he showed a spirit that would not be detered even if the dinosaurs came back and faced extinction again. I’m guessing if the world ends and we became fossils, his would have a big smile on it.
It’s weird that i would meet someone like that in a hostel. What you usually see when you go to a hostel is young students or just younger people hanging out. the brief conversation he had when we decided to go downstairs was interrupted by 2 girls that could probably not tell what the time was if you gave them a watch(a digital one). They completely ignored my new friend and asked if i would like to join them to go shopping. Of course i love shopping. I’m not going to deny it but i turned them down. Returning back to my new friend, i could see that his face looked a little blank so i had to ask him what was wrong. His hand motioned in to the crazy sign where your finger draws circles at the temple of your head and added that these young people have their priorities wrong. I infered that from the 100 word vocabulary that he had. i wish i had my dslr, i would like to take a picture of him.
in mannheim nowadays, i spend most of my mornings with swollen eyes because i spent the whole night crying. i want to go home. i really do
Get to Work
The lovely Lola Rykiel, granddaughter of Sonia Rykiel and US PR director for the brand, is one of the leading ladies inspiring stylish workwear this summer. See the rest of the working women we snapped and shop their outfits!
Photo: Courtney D’Alesio