I think happiness is a mat outside of a doorstep.

My hectic week is slowly coming to an end. I will now pick up the phone, answer personal emails, go out for coffees and lunches and me time. I will walk slower. I will stay out with friends until unreasonable hours and not with my keyboard. I will wear nice clothes (like jeans). I will not wear my glasses. I will be fun again! Super! I will not want to bash Charlotte in the face with my telephone!

I will not be mean and have no evil thoughts. Promise.

Friday is almost here... so close I can taste it.... in the form of some bubbly at a client cocktail party...

Soos on the first day of the week - pooped

I need a weekend to recover from my weekend... Monday mornings are always a drag and this does not make it better: a starbucks credit card? It depresses me to no end to think that we can't even have the time to fish for change in our purses because Starbucks have found a way to take away those few peaceful moments paying for your coffee - that and put you in debt by not realizing how much money you can spend at a Starbucks.... I can hear the corporate lemmings cheering from their cubicles, sadness...

I suppose I can only leave you with some fun from the Surrealist with their movie quotes... who ever thought Soos could do so much?

Happy Monday people, it's almost over...

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world soos didn't exist.
(The Usual Suspects, 1995)

A Vodka Martini, please

This weekend baby: CASINO ROYALE!!!


Bond pre-his licence to kill... oh... I am... slowly... dying....

Daniel Craig is well hot... He's the first actor under 40 to play James Bond since George Lazenby and if you can't tell, I am very excited... For those of you who think Bond can't be blonde, let's not judge him until we've seen the movie.. and I for one am looking forward to a change for the first ever Bond...

I've already heard tickets are fully booked this whole weekend, let's hope I get my hands on one SOON....

For all car lovers, head over to Harrods where you can see the 2007 Aston Martin DBS in their store window, along with Bond's suit, his cigar and his layday... woooo...!

Bond on love: "I have no armour left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me - whatever I am - I'm yours. " wooooooo...

Happy Friday!

Breakfast Run

Recently, I had to come into work fairly in the morning - an hour earlier than usual - for a conference call that could have been without my breathing over the telephone. Being able to sit in a dark empty office all alone is nice; checking the emails and organizing the works for the rest of the day, all in absolute peace... the only noise in the office this morning was the scribbles of my pen and the grumbling of my stummy.

The race to make a call early that morning justified my race for a Starbucks treat before everyone started filing in... Breakfast is very important to me... It's that morning warm drink, be it a milky chai or a nicely brewed coffee, that gets me going in the morning... then there's the cereal, the toast, croissants, eggs (only cooked one way), bacon, sausages, the yum yums... I'm a breakfast person, as a lot of my friends can tell at 8 a.m. while we sit in someone's kitchen and my stomach sings its happy song as I flip some pancakes... ah uni days, days made for waking up for a nice full english and nothing else...

I hadn't had breakfast and it looked like I wasn't going to have lunch, so I thought, "half assed cappacino? Never" and proceeded with my order... A coffee, a panini and a muffin... Mmm... My mouth watered as they raised the melted mozerella from the press and proceeded to wrap it in its special oragami package just as my lips tingled watching the temprature rise of my extra-hot-wet-skinny-toffeenut-latte (fairtrade, always fairtrade)...two of my all time favourites that only come with winter time and when I allow myself for a treat...

They're really not the best breakfast foods - mozerella panini with sundried tomatoes and pesto shrugs a knock off riviera lunch and the latte is skinny for a reason (not everyone can stomach full fat milk my friends... not everyone...) so it's not entirely breakfast, so sue me (and take me back to the 90's, please!) but it's good sustienance for the rest of the day... and I deserve it for having to listen to a Sharon and Amit argue at 8 a.m. in the morning...

One of my favourite articles about breakfast foods is by the Daily Mail which is awesome - puts down everyone's perception of the skinny bluberry muffin in Cash Cow Coffee that isn't really that skinny... we like it when they trick us, don't we? We allow it all the time and I'm not exception... Anyway, it's a fun article to read when you're thinking of what to grab for a quick breakfast... (here)

What keeps you going for the rest of the day?

(Dedicated to the gorgeous breakfast at a said-so trendy hotel which was an absolute treat - thank you St. Martin's Lane!)

For Zoosh

don't forget everything you've learned

don't forget

to love

live

give

look deeper between lines

but not in your own stories

look further than what's in front of you

but still within the walls of your new home

be strong

safe

smart

good

build a new life

on a strong foundation

of family

good friends

and a stronger you.

There's a lot out there waiting for you... so go grab it with both hands and take it all in... It's time for a brand new beginning and we're proud of you...

always...

I am a tiger defying the laws of gravity...

You know how a lot of "bloggers" post "lyrics" on their "blogs". Yeah.

It's Friday and I've got a buzz in me, so there's only one way to start off the weekend: with some Freddy. This is my lyrical tribute is to one of the greatest out there who would have turned 60 last month if he were still alive. Sixty. Imagine what kind of world we'd live in if Freddy Mercury were still alive and turned sixty this year. Wow, the thought blows me away - Hasoon, I think you agree with me.

Here it is: some of the coolest lyrics ever. No one else can pull it off the way he did. Only a good metrosexual friend comes close, but still no where near.

RIP Farokh Bulsara. Let the weekend begin!

*******

Tonight Im gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world turning inside out yeah!
And floating around in ecstasy
So dont stop me now dont stop me
cause I'm having a good time
having a good time!

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like lady godiva !
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping me

Im burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me mister fahrenheit
I'm travling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Dont stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball dont stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call

Dont stop me now (cause I'm havin a good time)
Dont stop me now (yes I'm havin a good time)
I dont want to stop at all

I'm a rocket ship on my way to mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode

I'm burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
Thats why they call me mister fahrenheit
I'm travling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

Dont stop me dont stop me
Dont stop me hey hey hey!
Dont stop me dont stop me
ooh ooh ooh (I like it)
Dont stop me dont stop me
Have a good time good time
Dont stop me dont stop me ah

I'm burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
Thats why they call me mister fahrenheit
I'm travling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Dont stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball dont stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Dont stop me now (cause I'm havin a good time)
Dont stop me now (yes I'm havin a good time)
I dont want to stop at all

Queries and thoughts

(of which I know all the answers to...)

1. When am I going to take a long, deserved break? When Optimus Prime fights the Misfits in Castle Greyskull...

2. How come I hate the word "blogger" so much...? 'Cause it's stupid.

3. How come there's so much bad writing out there by so called "bloggers"? 'Cause they're stupid... no, it's not that, it's because the quality of our live has gone down in every way... We're breathing shittier air, eating shittier food, toiling away at shittier tasks and reading shittier material... and accepting it overall... I don't think people 100 years ago would have accepted the crap we accept today...

4. Why do the managers get Paul's to nibble on in meetings when I have to have bloody Typhoo tea? Because most of them are gay and probably knob the bakers.

5. Is it coincidental that everytime I try to write in my "blog" someone walks in, or is it co-incidental? Both.

6. Why won't my credit card let me buy my holiday ticket? Because someone up there is laughing at me at trying to book a holiday.

7.Will my family remember me during the Jewelry Arabia exhibition? Always, they are truly awesome. Love you guys.

8. When will I catch a shooooting staaaar.... I'm no Toni Braxton

9. Will I ever get my fun fun bags of fun life back? Perhaps...

10. Why do we revert to asking questions when we're stuck rather than try and solve them? Because asking a question is easier than acting on one...

I heard my niece had a pyjama party at my house last weekend... am very jealous... then again, she did remember I had a red door & lived in "W1" and no one can take that away from me...

Reading an awesome, awesome book and loving it so much I didn't want to get off the train for two mornings in a row because I'd miss out on the pleasure of reading in an invisible box between dozens of people... it's such a good book I'm so tempted to pull it out, hide underneath my desk & read it with a bag of mini weetabix... so lesson of the day: if you hear an empty desk crunching away, feel sympathy for your work colleagues - they don't think you smell, they just want to read a good book...

Nicest thing someone said to me today: Soos, you are a muffin... they're so happy... oui ma petite pêche, I am a muffin...