My room

My room is not the suffocating space you imagine it to be. Not a box, with four walls caving into my mind. It is my small world, a universe on its own. My memories and pieces of past, present & future lie there. My refuge   my refuge when I want to escape a bad…

My heart is not a playground

My heart is not a playground. I decided, and proceeded to burn it to the ground.   I’d rather feel the lick of the fire than the pain of feeling like a pawn in a pre-decided game. My heart   is not a playground, it’s not timid, tame. It’s not a picture you can put…

Greek Sundays

Imagine spending an evening by the sea, eating fresh fish, accompanied by a delicious Greek salad, with fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, feta and green peppers. Imagine the weather being pleasantly warm, occasionally bordering on scorching hot, but you don’t mind, because you’re by the sea and the breeze makes the sun friendlier, nicer and milder. That’s…

Clash #2, part 2

Dating in London had its own little rules and regulations; its limitations and unspoken boundaries. One has to be a fully formed human being, responsible, with their own money, their own travelcard, their own quirky habits and cool hobbies. There is a constant pressure to prove your worth, that you’re interesting, challenging, a one-of-a-kind successful…

Clash #2 (part 1)

She sat at the table at the Argentinian restaurant just by the river, in Kingston. She had a late-night pizza in Pizza Express in Surbiton, right by the station, slightly annoyed that they took 45 minutes to serve it. She felt the same annoyance at the Mexican restaurant in Leicester Square, where she and her…

Clash

‘ “You don’t have to leave, you know. It’s all down to you, a choice you make, and I flat-out tell you it’s wrong. I know you don’t want to hear it, but it’s my side of the story.” He was putting on his jeans as he said that. In typical British manner, he tried…

Reading Sundays

I’ve written about swimming, brunch, cooking, day trips and other activities you can participate in on Sundays. But I’ve left out the most satisfying one: reading! So many people underestimate reading and its benefits. Reading isn’t just words, it’s worlds on a page, concepts, ideas, inspiration, escapism but can also make you aware of things…

Moving forward

  I started this blog a while ago trying to document a new life, a new source of inspiration for me. I’ve done pretty well and despite the few ups and downs, I’ve picked myself up and aced everything. This post is not my usual humorous Sunday blues tone but rather what influenced my decision…

Countryside Sundays

After the initial nervousness and awkwardness of the long-distance relationship wore off, all I’m left with is wonderful memories and effortless moments. I very regularly visit the city of Leeds to see the special K but also get a (quite pricey, I must say) detox from London (there’s no only so much time you can…

La La Land kind of Sundays

La-la-land is the kind of place that defines me as a person; I live there, 24/7. I plug my earphones and transfer myself to better days, crazy party nights, passionate kisses that might or might not have happened yet. I take myself for a trip down memory lane and a drive down the future avenue…

Feed-your-soul Sundays

When I was a student (both times, as a BA and MA student) my life was..well..lazy. I studied, yes, I did my work experience and internships and chased opportunities as much as I could, but when I was at home, I stayed in bed, ate junk food, read books or watched movies. I led a…

Charity Sundays

  Volunteering is something I have always enjoyed – when I was a MA student, it was an activity I could benefit from in various ways – gain new skills, make friends, keep my mind busy and block out negative thoughts – and it always worked. I met one of my best friends while I…