Event Of The Day

This was a first.

So as today being a holiday, decided to visit my dear cousin in downtown for a brunch. So he, his best friend and I had this lovely brunch and then went to Tunel for a cup of coffee. Everything is just normal till here.

We were playing around with his new camera taking silly photos of each other and having a laugh. Just another normal day. Right across the cafe we were sitting there was another group of people sitting in another cafe, whom we barely noticed. The barely noticed part is because one of them owned this huge camera and was taking pictures. And I was like "Doesn't everyone own one of these these days?" That's the barely noticed part.

What is weird about this abnormally normal story up until now is, an hour or so later, one of the men approached our table, put a napkin right in front of me and said "please don't ask any questions and read this and don't get me wrong, thank you." or something like that. I was way too baffled to actually register what he said.

Anyway, we open the napkin and here's what it says:




Isn't it just hilarious?!

So just for the fun of it, I called the hotel to ask for the room and the receptionist said he was out for the US - Russia basketball game but he informed them for my call. Talk about confidence! And I said I have no messages. But then decided to call again a couple of minutes ago and give my name and number. Curiosity kills the cat! I have no intention, I barely remember the face but I'm just wondering what he has to say. That's about it.

That doesn't make me a necessarily bad person now, does it? All for the fun of it!

Back!

So I have been MIA since my surprise. I've been just overwhelmed with work, as it always is before every single holiday of mine.

And the surprise was back as told before, and he was back for good. What I mean is, he decided to come and visit me and we ended up having this amazing short holiday in Bodrum with my friends. It was a lot of fun.

Why am I writing this like a 10 year old's diary I have absolutely no idea.

I don't really feel the need to talk and talk and analyse.. I just want to live and I DO live. I just take the moment and try to make the best of it. Don't want to dwell about future, don't want to overthink everything. I just want to give it a chance and see where it will take us. You never know what happens. Life is just too unpredictable and almost never goes according to your plans. I'm happy and I want to enjoy my life.

And he makes me smile!

My surprise is back!

It always happens at the very unexpected moment.

The one thing you've been waiting for, the one thing you've been wishing for, the one thing that you've been thinking of every single day and night happens. It happens when you least expect it.

It hits you out of nowhere, it knocks the breath out of you, you start to stutter, the words tumble in your mouth, can't fully become a sentence, your heart beats so rapid, your head starts spinning, your hands start shaking. You want to pee. Your lungs feel like exploding. Your body demonstrates every possible physical reaction. Simply, your whole world turns upside down.

It always happens at the least expected moment. But it always makes you happy. And it never seizes to surprise you.

And it always happens when you have geniunely started to consider letting go.

Statistics.

Two of my ex boyfriends got married in the past two years. The ones that I knew and heard of. One, very expected considering his nature. The second, highly unexpected considering his past.



I'm really happy for the second, though he had given his share of grief to me in the brief period we've dated. I always knew he never meant bad deep down. And he totally deserves it. I hope he'll have a lovely marriage. (Can lovely be used as an adjective to describe a marriage?)

The first one however, nah, not that happy for him. Not saying he didn't deserved it, not saying he was bad (more likely I was bad for him). But I think(and I guess I always will) that he just jumped into it just to get married. Not an action I can ever approve. I can maybe but just maybe, envy him, just slightly. Tiny tiny bit. And yes, he had proposed to me but I was 19 for Christ sake, of course I didn't take him seriously. Oh wait, he did propose once more when I was 21. Yet here I am at 25, but I'll still think it twice before I would say yes (that is of course, if I was really really deeply madly truly in love with him). Which I wasn't. I liked him a lot though.

P.S. The first and second by any means do NOT connotes them being my first and second boyfriend. Per contra, they are labeled on their chronological order of appearance in my life as well as the latest news I've got from them.

Chasing Harry Winston = Just Another Version of SATC

I liked Lauren Weisberger very much in her first book, "Devil Wears Prada." The characters were great, the whole story was intriguing and the pages flew.

Not with Chasing Harry Winston. The story is about 3 best friends who vow to change theirs lives in the next year. Leigh doing something totally out of her character, Emmy sleeping around with random men and Adriana having a committed, exclusive relationship which might lead to a possible marriage.

The story started with Leigh, a pretty neurotic type, who got everything she could have but suffered from a common dissatisfaction. Classic, late twenties woman. She has a great job, great apartment, great friends and a lovely fiancé whom she loved but wasn't in love with. To the point of getting disgusted just kissing him. So then there goes the inevitable and she has an affair with her new author - the ever so sexy and mysterious Jesse Chapman and decides to break up with her fiancé because she just thinks it's wrong to have a relationship based on lies. How surprising. I'm shocked.

Then there's Emmy. The serial monogamist, loves to cook, hopeless romantic. Dumped by long - term boyfriend for a 22 year old virgin cheerleader. While she's about to get depressed, her friend make her promise that she won't jump into the next relationship and have a little fun, while travelling the world for her new job that she declined so she didn't have to leave that prick boyfriend of hers alone. So she has quite a few affairs which are not totally worth of knowing and then there's this one stranger who turned her down which is worth noting since he'll be having a comeback at the end of the story. Oh and of course, her ex-boyfriend comes back to him and asks to reconcile. Without even saying sorry - how rude! And Emmy, glowing with the newly found confidence because of her random affairs (you can't call them hook - ups or flings!) she just smiles and tells him to get the fuck out. Way to go Emmy, you make us all proud.

And of course there's Adriana. The girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth. A socialite, who never worked a single day in her life to save her soul. So she knows a whole nine yards about men since she's Brazilian (really the nationality doesn't matter, it takes only that amount of men for women to know what they need to know). And I have to admit she's quite the attention whore, half the things she does is just to catch the gawks of highly aroused men who stare at her open-mouth. Really? I mean you're 30 and you still need that? I'm not saying that every women likes to be looked and appreciated at, hell, we love it but seriously, doting your life to that? I don't know you but it screams self - conscious from head to bottom to me. But anyways, so she mesmerizes this future promising film director and he just worships the ground she walks on. Yet, he's quite the geeky boring type. One day at a dinner party, she sits next to this important women from Marie Claire, who apparently know a lot about running a magazine but so few about men. Adriana gives her tips on how to attract a guy and surprise surprise it works! And since the magazine lady has been so desperate for god knows how long, she's ecstatic that the advice has its results and offers a column on the web edition of the magazine. Our little Adriana now become a woman. * Teary eyes* And they even offer a better job to her in LA in a matter of months and she whisks off to the other side of the country. Admitting defeat beforehand, saying she won't be able to stay in a committed relationship when there are a lot of fish in the sea in the new town. Yeah yeah.

So if I must altogether make a comparison of the characters, I'd say Leigh is the new Miranda, Emmy is the new Charlotte and Adriana is the new - of course - Samantha. With such shallow personalities that all three women from the epic "Sex and The City" are Greek philosophers.

A definite beach reading, recommended for the ones who just want to enjoy losing a couple of hours in an alternate world and not think of anything else. But don't expect anything more than that. Not every chick - lit has the lit part in it.

Chasing Harry Winston

So Lauren Weisberger's latest book from 2008 has been what I was reading this past week. I have yet around 50 pages before I'm finished.

I usually prefer reading easy stuff like chick-lit in the summer. This country is too hot in the summer to read anything more literate than that!

Will be sharing opinions later on.

Currently Reading thingie right there --->

I have no idea how I couldn't think of it before since I'm a total geek when it comes to books and literature. I have to give all the credit to this fascinating blog that I just came across. Not only I ended up following the blog itself after having my eyes literally sparkle at the contents of it but I also happened to stole the idea of her "Currently Reading" gadget.

I hope I won't be pissing off anyone by doing that but it was just something I got to have.

I normally jab on anything and everything on this small blog of mine and from time to time I'd be about books. It's not only about them (and since I have not yet started talking about my love life, I have PLENTY to tell) but books cover a great aspect of my life ever since I started reading at the age of 5.

I can talk for hours about my love for books and anything literature and I'm mainly known as the Rory Gilmore of the family. And yes I take books everywhere with me. Literally everywhere, work, wedding, party, night out with friends, gym, concert.. My friends were nearly having a heart attack when they saw me pulling out To Kill A Mockingbird from my bag at a Rihanna concert.

So yeah, that's how addicted I am to books in the most basic meaning of the word. Therefore, I'd like to introduce you to my Currently Reading thingie on the right side.

Enjoy!

P.S. The picture above is painted by my lovely mother while she was copying the works of famous artists. I don't know who really painted the original one but my mom redid the whole face, saying it could be me and me only.