The trials of those uncertain twenties

More a mindless babble than a well thought out post but stick with me here…

  • Falling as close as I have to love in quite some time with a boy I’d met all of two days
  • Tugging between awe for a city that is mostly beautiful and embodies the charm that capital cities do, that allow you to get lost in them in the most romantic of ways, whilst feeling absolutely erratic because of its trappings for that very sometimes sterile reason
  • The continual career crisis
  • Dramatics of the dating soc. with a questioning of bisexualism curveball thrown in for good measure
  • The return of the perpetually ridiculous OCD which somehow allows an otherwise level headed soul to be convinced the lack of symmetry in her/my touch will no doubt lead to the wiping out of a family of 5

These are but a few of the trials of those uncertain twenties, more than a couple of which I am not alone in and share with friends who too are now finding themselves armed with a self help guide or three.

Amongst the hysteria driven tears and laughs coupled with the pining and thankfulness for living and feeling once more, I wish I had just one constant to rely on throughout.  With this I expect the excitement and angst of both these dreamy and darned twenties would be far easier to embrace than to so often feel defeated by.


Case of the second date curse.

As a symbol of my sheer dedication to my newest infatuation I hereby vow to never stop eating until he finally realises how great I am and asks me out on a third date.

It’s been 2 weeks.  I’m still hopeful.

So time IS a healer

Can you tell I’ve started on the life coaching books?

So it turns out I hadn’t deleted all trace of that Kiwi, probably a sneaky subconscious move on my part.  Subconscious? Unconscious? Anyway, MY SKYPE! Of course I couldn’t help but take a look, as I love to dwell and mourn nice things.  And guess what? The entire thing made me laugh, our conversations had the great workings of a tragic romantic novel, tragic being the operative word here.  He WAS all “I want you, I need you, I’m moving” from the onset.  Having had a little snoop on his blog about his choons it seems he’s fallen just as madly, deeply for this new bird, all over the course of days again.  Probably down to his artistic nature intrinsically making him feel so much more intensely than us regular folk.  I conclude, he’s 1. fickle 2. far more lost than he claims 3. I’m so glad to be back in the real world, with real people and not spending every waking minute on him.

I still standby my no regrets mantra, because I have none.

Now a gif for you all that epitomises that time in my life.  I bid you and it, adieu! Ah 🙂


Feeling better 23.02.14

5 rules for me and me alone

1. Listen to music again, REALLY listen to it.

2. Take off the rose tinted glasses when looking back. Remind self that every single encounter builds on who I am. This should avert any attempts to leap into my ever enchanting well of gloom.

3. Find at least one thing I’m thankful for, everyday. Today I’m going for my Dads encyclopaedic memory, it’s very helpful in deciphering current affairs. Today we discussed the Ukraine. I am also very happy about that delicious peanut butter cup milkshake I devoured earlier.

4. I will stop adding a negative to counteract every positive, it’s as if I’m incapable of using one without the other. It’s stupid and demoralising without reason. So I’m cutting back as of now.

5. Smile at one stranger a day, smug face and vicious smiley scowls may not be included however will not be omitted from my life. As my scowly and cocky nature shapes my very being.

Date número deux

“Hey you! YES YOU. Are you dithering on a date and looking for ways to entertain yourself? Bring up the notion of freezing your eggs, a foolproof way to a priceless face.”

Yes, yes it happened. No I would not take it back if I could.

Freshly Pressed

The satisfaction of seeing that Freshly Pressed message above my blog posts gives me somewhat of a little glimmer.  The writing of it however scares me shitless.  I’m not sure of what exactly as the likes on these posts suggest these posts are hardly going far and wide.

Stop the press!  She’s going to tell all on her fabulous trip to Prague (I kid you not, expect a Euro gush on my next post).

It’s down to that moment when you re-read your prose, and there it is, that line that makes you flinch and then lures you into clicking that delete button.  I’ve always been the same, all the poems scrawled when I was younger are scrapped, my beautiful travel book is only a few pages inked and it’s taken me over 2 years post uni to even consider picking up a pen.

So what’s changed?  As you may have noticed I’ve a tendency to post when I’m relatively happy, I’d only come across as tragic when talking of my dreary misgivings through the perspective of a perfectly ordinary product of the cushty material sphere I’ve lodged myself in, so, instead I talk only of my escape through books and getaways.

My point is, I’m adding writing back to this list, starting now, this very post, bland as I’m sure I’ll find it tomorrow is marking the day I started writing again, for me.


Berlin Gems


So I told barefaced lies in my last post, Club Der Visonaere was regrettably missed, we got to Prater too late in the day and ran out of time for the Stasi Museum, I did however squeeze in another round on the Segways as well as discovered bars and cafes that still left me all the more awe-stricken.

Determined not to make the error in not taking my camera again I’ve a few trigger happy snaps of the gems I came across.

1) East Side Gallery, Mühlenstraße

Beautiful contrast to the remains of the wall in Mitte, I last saw the crumbling tattered side exposing it’s wired supports and covered in tourist information plaques. The East Side is less tarnished by tourism and more revolutionised by Berliners, images of those trapped and killed in their bid to escape among those of freedom and peace resonate and reminded me of how recently the wall came down and explains much about the blazé nature and refreshing raw air about this city.

2) Yaam, Stralauer Platz 35

A family friendly beach bar by the riverside, does a mean jerk chicken and leaves you feeling ridiculously mellow. A fab find a short walk behind the East Side Gallery.

3) Hakescher Markt

Open air market literally right around the corner from Alexanderplatz, a couple of stops on the tram if I remember rightly but if you ask around I can’t imagine it’d be further than 1/2 mile. Full of fresh fruits and various cuisines among lots of other knick knacks. Great if you’re looking for a gift un-Ampelmännchen related!

I’d dodge the the huge shopping complex and head straight to Who Killed Bambi for a dress to die for.

4) Café Cinema, Rosenthaler Straße 39

Hilariously laid back owner, probably not ideal if it’s a swift half you’re looking for but it’s a great place to soak up a bit of atmosphere and hide away from the hustle of the Hackescher Markt shopping district.

The cluttering of dusty filmmakers paraphernalia in the window tempted me in to find one of the most picturesque beer gardens I’ve ever had the pleasure of mooching in.

5) White Trash, Schönhauser Allee

Having stayed in Mitte this time I found I sorely missed Prenzlauer Berg. If..who am I kidding, WHEN I return I’ll definitely be staying here again, reasonably cheap, a short metro ride away from Mitte and right around the corner from Mr Falafal Man and White Trash. It’s another café/bar that serves fantabulous food of ridiculous portions, it’s pretty americanised but this is easily overlooked when considering the great staff, amaze cocktails, lovely atmosphere and the live bands.

6) Fassbender & Rausch Chocolatiers, Charlottenstraße 60

Go here. Buy the lemon posset and white chocolate with scrumptious strawberry flakes. This is all. You won’t regret it.

Parting wisdom: Berlin is indeed poor but very very sexy.

Next stop…

Prague, Budapest and Croatia 😀