Fifty feet of crap, then me

Since Thursday I'm in a coma. I didn't get that job. I was strolling around London, going to Starbucks to have latte during Boyfriend's break and I've checked my BlackBerry. Then it hit me. Standard e-mail from HR manager. I'm still waiting for the feedback. I cried all the way home. And then I was re-living my interview over and over again. I fell numb now. Like it was a dream. I've completely alienated myself. I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want to see anyone. I'm reading and sleeping, but every once in a while a memory and enormity of everything slaps my in the face and I'm out of breath. 

My parents don't know about any of that. I don't want them to be worried, I know how they are. I feel so embarrassed that I still don't have the job. Embarrassed in front of family, friends... everyone. Embarrassed that I am a failure and can't achieve anything. On Monday I have to start looking for job. Again. I'm dreading it. I have absolutely no idea what else I can do.

Boyfriend's 24th Birthday

I don't want today to be only marked as a date of my failed interview, so I decided to write about something more cheerful. Yesterday was Boyfriend's 24th Birthday! Poor thing is really excited and terrified at once when this day comes every year. Because I am 6 months younger than him (and Mother sent me to school one year earlier; I was am smart and intelligent), I tease him by saying: "You're sooo old". He reacts VERY aggressively and immediately after makes a sad face and noises which I can only describe as "Sniff, sniff".

Yesterday was our little celebration. Boyfriend got his presents - extremely modest this year due to my non-working - but because I know what he likes they were spot on! I also chose a very nice card, from the series we follow for various celebrations - anniversaries, Christmas, I-like-giving-you-a-card days, I-am-so-in-love-with-you-it-hurts days etc., etc. Boyfriend was happy and immediately got suck up in the surprise book. It was a lazy Sunday, but I like those. It's the time when you can relax, we can eat BIG breakfast sitting together - and Boyfriend prepares everything. In the evening there was my guilty pleasure - Xfactor and looking out of the window to admire a full moon*.

On Saturday we had a little birthday celebrations linked together with the housewarming party of Dom-dom and AP. There was a lot of champagne, food and vodka. We certainly know how to party! But because I had stupid interview today and Boyfriend was driving (Dom-dom and AP's crib is not far away, but to get there by tube takes around 1-1.5 hour, because you need to go to Central London first to change to the Northern Line) - i.e. not drinking except very little champagne and beer (we are strict on Driving = Not drinking; that's how Boyfriend's Father had a small car accident) - we decided not to go clubbing. Everyone was already wasted and clubbing was in North London - not Central where all my favourites are. I truly have fabbest friends who understood, so off we went, to bed and to get some beauty sleep.

* I've recently found a new admiration for the moon when I learned that it is made of SILVER! How cool is that?! I hope one day to have my very own Moon Silver pendant, earings and bracelet! And a ring to match!

Second Official Interview

I'm not kidding myself that I'll get the job. The interview went AWFUL. The test was relatively easy - 45 minutes to write a Note about the proposed EU Regulations. Then the interview which lasted around 40 minutes with two heads of departments. Difficult questions. For 2-3 of them I got confused and couldn't answer properly. I have a feeling that my English was horrible too. I'm just waiting for the e-mail to confirm that I didn't get it. And I don't want to even THINK how perfect this position is. How PERFECT for me in every imaginable way. Out of 200 applicants I was invited for the interview. Just after when I entered the reception I saw a guy sitting and waiting for his turn and then I knew that I won't get it. Right now I just want to cry and hide under the blanket.

What to wear: Halloween Edition

Every day is a never-ending saga of What to wear (My wardrobe is full and I STILL have nothing to wear!). There is only week and a half before a special edition of this programme: What to wear: Halloween Edition. This is serious. Dom-dom reminded me yesterday that we didn't discuss any possibilities! This year, like usually, we're going to be dressed up and clubbing somewhere in central London. Apparently, there is this girl which is organising a party and our Group Elite is coming. I need to think fast and make decisions even faster. I do NOT want it to be like last year.

Last year I was so busy with my studies that I put off buying my costume for the last minute. It was a very bad decision and I regretted it dearly. I was constantly on the telephone/texting/BBM with Dom-dom, AM, Monx and AB about which outfit to choose and what is SHE wearing. In the end I've chosen to dress up as a Marie Antoinette. Sexy one. I mean barely-there dress, white stockings with blue ribbons and extreme silver heels. And what did I get? Certainly nothing like that.

Me and Boyfriend decided to venture to the biggest and most-well-stocked costume shop in London. They say that it has 6 floors for crying out loud! I was so excited! So off we went, on a Saturday afternoon. My dreams were crushed and reality hit me when we were standing in the queue OUTSIDE of the shop for about 40 minutes. Inside was even worse, cramped like sardines in a tin I was beginning to feel like this is a fight for survival. Of course my natural instincts of preservation and finding a good piece of prêt-à-porter kicked in and I delegated Boyfriend to his floor to find something* for himself. I didn't have time for it!

When I finally got to the last floor (stairs and the place is tiny) - because OF COURSE ladies' costumes must be in some "dark" corner - I've found out that EVERYTHING from my prospective list of Items To Buy When There Is No Marie Antoinette Costume is sold out! After spending painful 2 hours trying to get attention of sales people I gave up and chose a fairy outfit** with last minute addition of sparkly wings. A far, far, FAR cry from my FABBEST choice.

Still, we did have an amazing night, but for the whole year now all I can think about how amazing I would will look in the costume I wanted. And now I've visited the website and some of them are already out of stock on the website! No way. On Tuesday I'm going there and I'm not leaving without a fight.

* He also had a bit of a problem, because some costumes were sold out, but in the end he settled for Robin Hood. He was not impressed.

** I panicked and it was a safe choice. No-one can try the items on, because it is one-of-a-kind-very-expensive-and-child-labour-stuff-from-China. Packed in a sealed plastic bag. Apparently if you have spare £70, you can become an owner of these amazing pièces de résistance.

Mother's dreams vs reality

Mother had a dream last week. Very weird, but I don't question her dreams - they're usually so extraordinary that I consider her psychic. She has a lot of dreams about people who she knew and they died. And the same person appears in the dreams until she goes to church and lights up a candle in their memory. She had a fantastic friend during university, who died in some tragic accident. Even though Mother dreamt about her a couple times, this friend still wasn't letting go until she actually prayed for her soul! Mother dreamt about her parents being happy, shortly after they died. I never had any dreams about Grandparents. I only remember once when I was 13 or 14 I had a dream that Mother was in a coffin, dead and wearing her wedding dress. I woke up in tears and rushed downstairs crying so she could comfort me. 

Mother's dreamt last week that I was driving the tractor. I was driving it very, very slowly, so slowly that Mother finally got impatient and got out of the tractor-trailer behind. I was looking really happy didn't pay notice to anything Mother was saying. But this dream is a good sign. I firmly believe so. I've even checked it in the Dream-Book, even though I never do such a thing, and it turns out that the meaning is that slowly, my life will become stable! I truly hope it must be true! 

I am still looking for work, recently there were no call-backs. But today, just before I went to the Tanning Shop (I simply have to change my blueish/greyish skin, because it doesn't scream healthy!) I got a call from agent who will forward my CV and later, in the bookstore I almost got a heart attack when I listened to my voice mail. Next Monday I have an interview in an amazing place. One or two years working there will get me any position I'd want in the industry I want to work! So this week all my plans for Spanish and French language certificates are put aside and I concentrate on studying. I don't want to put my hopes up, but I AM excited. I'll be at least notices and even if I won't land this position, maybe they'll offer me something else now or in the future?

For my dog a glass is always half empty

A recent discovery proved something I knew for a long, long time. Dogs really have their own unique personalities and can be divided into optimists and pessimists. The research was based on the eternal question of whether the glass is half full or half empty. It was exposed that the dogs which are more optimistic rarely wailed and howled when an owner was leaving the house. On the contrary, pessimists were more prone to crying and whimpering, because they felt abandoned and didn't think that owner may come back.

As for my dog - Krecik (this is his Polish name - similar to a famous Czech cartoon called Krtek, or Krteček; English translation is little mole (animal); actually the history of Krecik's name is a story for another post) there are few things you now for sure. He. Is. Always. Whimpering. When. Mother. Leaves. She is a pack-leader as Cesar Millan would say - gives the food. On the other hand, I am treated as a lowest, most insignificant member of the pack, even though I give him treats! I'm someone you go to when you are in a bad mood or the bone/soup (Mother is always cooking for him)/meat does not taste good enough and simply bite - because you have nothing else better to do. Krecik is widely renown in my family for his temper and tantrums. Mother and me often joke that he is a little "character". He is stubborn - the story of me teaching him to give paw is famous in our circles! - and does not forget easily.

His howling is epic. It doesn't matter if he is inside or outside The Mansion, just always the minute Mother disappears around the corner - he delivers. We have very patient neighbours who never complained, but believe me - if around 6-7am on Saturday or Sunday morning something like this wakes you up your life will never be the same. To make matters worse, when I jump out of my bed in pyjamas, rush down the stairs from the first floor, through the corridor with half-open eyes, then down more stairs through the porch and open the door very loudly and he sees me - BUSTED! - he makes an incredibly fast run to his Dog House. And you can't get him out of that. He knows he is doing wrong and he is not supposed to do that. Mother busted him a few times when she forgot something and came back - he was so into howling that he didn't see her coming. If you think this might have taught him something, you're wrong - he pretends he is innocent!

 Krecik: look at me - I'm so cute and innocent!

After speaking with various vets, friends, other dog owners, etc., etc. it turns out he will never stop it. It is too late for him (he is about 7-8 years old) and his stubbornness will prevent any attempts of teaching him good manners. Oh well, c'est la vie - a whole neighbourhood already knows him anyway...

Boyfriend's parents recently adopted a mixture of the Grate Dane and Rottweiler/Doberman called Sara. Being only 4 months apparently doesn't stop you from eating sandwiches off the table! Her paws are enormous and at the moment Boyfriend's parents are desperately trying to teach her not to sleep on the sofa, armchairs and beds. Apparently the minute someone gets up in the morning the bed doesn't even get cold when she's already in it! Love it!

Dark clouds over my head

Well I don't know what to do anymore. Both interviews I went to were not successful. I'm looking for a job since the middle of July. When I wrote it now it seems like a year. And I feel like its ten years. I literally don't know what to do anymore. No matter how many applications I send, no matter how many phone calls from agents I get - no one wants me. I've been so delusional. I don't know if it's better to move to a completely different country on the other side of the world and start all over again. Or maybe... I don't know. I don't even know what my options are. So what if I have a fabulous academic results when I don't have that much work experience. I've done Law degree, then Masters in Maritime Law, followed by the Legal Practice Course. For what? For nothing. Right now I feel that I will never find a job. This makes me more and more depressed every day. I can't talk to friends, Boyfriend or family. I feel ashamed. They're telling me that it's not my fault. How can this be that it's not? 

I don't get it. I've done everything right, just like they told me to. And I've ended up with big, fat Nothing.

London's BFF is leaving

On Tuesday evening my London's BFF is leaving. AM is stepping on the plane and going back to her home country, far, far away in the land of oil and Caspian Sea. I still cannot believe it. She is a first true friend I met here and she's been here for me for the last 5 years. I can always count on her - opinion, advice or simply a pat on the back when I'm feeling low. She is smart, funny and sexy and can be friends with anyone.

I will always remember the day I met her. It was a first meeting of our group. Back then none of us didn't know that we will be together for 3 years at uni. I was already in class, sulking under the wall, when she walked in with a confident smile and we started to chat. We always had something to talk about... Making presentations, discussing topics or simply sneaking to H&M instead of going to the Tort Law lecture. Dreaming about newest and fabulous Topshop bags and going for lunches. 

It was a comfort to know that I can call her or text (or rather BBM) her anytime, anywhere and she will always answer with her "Hi sweetie!" - just like me. It was a comfort to know that she lives just 25 minutes from my place and I can make a quick phone call and be there in less than half an hour. 

I will miss so many things that I cannot write them all down. Our famous Watermelon Martinis at Cocoon sitting at the bar or on the comfy sofas and drinking, drinking, drinking and talking, talking, talking. About our families, countries, the way we live, fashion, bags, complaining about the course we've chosen and later dreaming about working in Chanel or Gucci as the in-house lawyers (and that our bonuses would be trips for Paris Fashion Week or Chanel 2.55)...

Clubbing with AM is second to none. She is so funny (especially after few drinks), dances like a pro and ALWAYS turns down every single guy who approaches her with her famous hand gesture. (It is sort of a "Zzzzzz" by Ruby Rhod from The Fifth Element. And the movie is AM's favourite movie of all times!) It is always entertaining to watch how the guy backs away.

There will be no more Halloween parties when we are dressing in scary cute outfits and after dancing in Tiger Tiger we go home to watch some horror movies when everyone is asleep. There will be no more emergency calls of what to wear and how to do your make-up. Or sharing make-up tricks... Visits with Starbucks in hand and sitting on the bench in a park discussing current affairs or simply gossiping about our mutual friends. 

I will miss her so much and I still cannot believe it is actually happening. I just hope that everything AM planned will work out and she'll come back to London next year. Or even in two years time. But she has to and she will come back. What is left for us now is planning NYE in Rio de Janeiro next year when we'll save some money.

Mouse in da house

Great. I THINK we have a mouse in the house. I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but other person living in the house saw it (small and innocent) in his room. In the room which is on the same floor as ours. How the hell did she manage to get on the second floor completely abandoning nice cosy kitchen downstairs and take on an Everest climb of numerous stairs? Maybe she is a magician mouse sent by mistake and by now she disappeared to an Amazon jungle? Or a special-trained newest-generation spy? Or maybe she just possesses some extraordinary abilities like climbing the wall using her little disgusting tail? Today a trap will be bought and we will try to bribe her with some Cheddar and Gouda cheese. We’ll see which she prefers better.

In the previous flat during 4 years of living there we only once encountered a meeting with a mouse. I remember when Boyfriend wasn't feeling very well and was already in bed when I (perfect girlfriend) went to kitchen to get him some water. Kitchen was small (we didn't even have a table/chairs so we ate in the living room) and dark. The doors were closed because there was laundry going on in the washing machine. I opened the door, turn on the lights and... I saw HER. On the floor, just by the sink. Looking at ME. I shrieked - not because I was scared, but because it was just such a surprise! Then I quickly closed the door in time to catch a glimpse of her running frantically in the opposite direction. We immediately called her Suzy in memory of Phoebe's mouse (from Friends). We even considered keeping her as a pet, but abandoned this idea pretty quickly. We are just DYING to have a pet - especially dog. My little dog is living with Mother back home and I love him and miss him so, so, so much. Boyfriend was always surrounded by dogs, so we are used to have some furry friends. Unfortunately it is impossible for now and will be for next couple of years. But a girl can dream.

Anyway, Suzy was a very polite visitor living her little 'gifts' everywhere in the kitchen and scaring me (almost) to death in the living room when surfing on the Internet. The traps were not really working and she ate insane amount of Boyfriend's favourite cheese which was sent especially for him from Poland. EVERYONE makes fun of him because of that. 

Finally a day came when a trap was moving! But to our astonishment it was not Suzy in the trap, but TWO even smaller mice. Then we realized that Suzy was kind of pregnant when she first visited and now her offspring also decided to become visitors. So the efforts to catch them all (but how many exactly?) intensified. Sometimes in the morning we were finding two in the trap and sometimes no-one (but the cheese was still eaten anyway). Boyfriend was releasing them away from our flat, but always in the same place, because I was panicking that they may never find each other. Once when he was opening the trap to check how many are hidden, one just jumped out on his hand, he shrieked like a tiny little girl (I still tease him about that) and run away. But all good things come to an end and the day came when we caught Suzy. She could barely fit in the trap she was so huge. It was obvious that she didn't loose those post-pregnancy pounds because she looked more like a rat than a mouse. We released her and that was end of it.

I told Mother the story when everything was over. She is just panicking when she even hears that a mouse might have been in the place where she is/lives/visits. She is just so afraid of it that I could never get a hamster or guinea pig, because to her they look exactly the same. I am not personally frightened by mice, although their tail - thin and naked - is pretty disgusting. On the other hand, I am PETRIFIED by spiders, but that's different story.

I hope we will catch our present Suzy 2.0 quickly and release her safely, before she will find this poisonous food in the vacuum cupboard.

New opportunity?

OK, so tomorrow I have interview with an agent about some paralegal job which involves Polish speaker. Well known American law firm, so would look great on my CV. Keep the fingers crossed please! I'm only worried that this is a really temporary job, so in a month or two I would have to start looking all over again and be in the same miserable position. But at least I'd have some more experience then. Also, I still have no response from the interview I had last week (Publishing Assistant job). The more I think about it, the better it looks, but I don't want to keep my hopes up as it probably won't work out.

Medicine and litres of Earl Grey helped me and I no longer feel pain in my throat. Only thing which worries me is that I am not eating lately. For the person who can finish everything from her plate and eat dessert this is really unusual. I survive on one or two sandwiches... Normally this is like a snack for me! Not that it REALLY bothers me - I have to lose some weight - but I think that this is not a healthy way of doing it. It is the stress which takes toll on me...

Autumn flu

I guess that the autumn wind is not only blowing leaves in the park, but is also busy with spreading viruses and bacteria... I feel my throat getting sorer every minute and I don't think I will bribe it with honey and lemon. I need to take more powerful artilery in the form of Lemsip (one of the most disgusting things I have ever tasted. EVER) and other painkillers.  I will give in, snuggle on bed, make some tea (as Mother says - drink some liquids, drink tea/honey and lemon/soup/more tea/water and then drink some more), watch some cheap entertainment and probably read a book which was delivered today. See? I'm not making ANY plans to read the book, it is just convenient that I'll be probably sick and down with a flu for next couple of days (or hours - depends how long does it take to read it). 

Experienced student?

Well I blew my chances for a second interview. I was so shocked that after many phone calls the agent finally answered that my tongue was tangled and so I blabbed incoherently. To top that, my stupid phone went dead in the middle! I feel so stupid!!! Why is it always like that - I have my chance and don't really take it? 

No plans for today. Will look for some jobs, but I've already been twice on the standard-look-for-job websites and there's nothing. I mean, there are jobs for those with experience. So what that I really can learn fast and am smart. No one wants me. On the other hand, after coming to a foreign country for study when being 18, living here for 5 years and being now 23 - when should I've gotten some excellent experience. This is what really pisses me off. Everyone expects me to have experience at the top firms, but how could I've done it when I was studying?

First Official Interview

I should write since adrenaline is still pumping through my veins and I can still feel my feet from wearing these incredibly high (but also cute) heels. Well, I am still alive. The interview was not at all as scary as I thought it would be! I arrived early - as always. I am ALWAYS punctual and just HATE when someone is late. So I demand nothing less from someone else than from myself. There was a time when I was living in Poland my relationship with the Boyfriend was still at the beginning when he was constantly late for every date. I just hated it and had few words with him about that. Since then, I have trained (taught) Boyfriend that being late shows no respect, is rude and will not get you anywhere (especially with me).

Well... so I was on time. In painfully high heels. Black and patent. Just the ones you should wear on your interview. I sat, I've been given IQ test. The nemesis I was so scared of. 50 questions. 15 minutes. Pass mark is 50%. Vast majority of people do not finish all questions on time. And the first question was asking about prologue - what is it (beginning, note about author, ending). SERIOUSLY? Right then and there I knew I'm gonna be fine. And I was. Of course there were questions with numbers and calculations, but I've either: omitted/guessed/tried to answer them. And then was a psychometric test (without a pass mark, duh?!) which I don't even know what it is for. And then was... actual interview! Something I was not prepared for, because I was sure to fail IQ test! 

The interviewing lady was really nice, I made her laugh and I was answering honestly. The position is for a fixed term, so I had no problem with being honest. I wasn't nervous, it didn't feel like an interview to me. I was in a familiar area, talking about studying nearby, going to the shop across the street and being myself. (Which is being pretty AWESOME, but I think she got that straightaway.) At the end she told me that she has a couple of interviews lined up this week and I should know something next week. This means that I was the first one to be interviewed for the position. I hope I will be the measure for the rest of them!

I slowly, very slowly start to believe that 'When the door closes, another window opens'. Just when being stuck on the tube on my way to the interview, I've checked my BlackBerry for messages of encouragement and wishes of good luck. To my astonishment I've found a reply e-mail for the position I've applied last week. I was hoping (i.e. praying) for someone to get back to me on that one. Seems pretty challenging but great. I've called the agent, but he was busy and still didn't call me back. Anyway, I hope I'll talk to him soon and schedule another interview. 

It is an universal truth that you can be the best person for the job, but not know how to present yourself during the interview. It is a technique that needs to be learned and practiced like any other skill. I just hope I'm good at it. Good enough to secure a job one day.

IQ tests? No thanks!

I have interview on Monday. My first serious interview. I try not to put hopes up, but I would do ANYTHING, ANYTHING to get the job. It's part-time and sounds really interesting. The only downside is that I have to take IQ and psychometric tests to get a proper interview. And this is a hard part. 

I don't know what it is with me, but I just never get IQ answers right. I am aware that I am intelligent, clever and smart. I read a lot and can have a decent conversation about fashion, computers, geography or world history. But when you give me triangle, circle and square and ask what should be next - I just guess. Je ne comprend pas! Or numbers - what is with numbers? - six, eight, nineteen and sixty-four - what will be next? No idea. Plus, it's been years (thank God!) since I've studied maths, so now even more complex calculation is a bit of a challenge for me. That's why calculator was invented for crying out loud!!! 

Anyway, I am more stressed out about these tests than the actual interview. I just hope I'll pass, be fabulous and enchant them all with my inner charm and get a job. Otherwise people may find me in the next few weeks wandering around London streets with the insane look in my eyes. Seriously. I need some project. Few books from amazon came yesterday with a couple of more to follow. But I want to go out and meet some new people and actually do something with my life and my brain. Just no more maths please!

VB Collection S/S 2011

Can I just say - I am DROOLING over the Victoria Beckham's collection at New York Fashion Week. It is amazing. The simplicity is simply amazing. Although she has no professional fashion training it can be easily spotted that she does possess a taste and knowledge that no book can ever teach. A true example of the fact that some things cannot be thought at school. I know the celebrities have fallen in love with her designs, but what I personally love about them is that they are timeless. And the only timeless designer for me - who is sitting on the highest throne at the Temple of Fashion is Coco Chanel. That is a huge comparison. 

                            

With her new collection and introduction of splashes of colour from her usual monochrome stylisations she goes an extra mile. Just like some commentators say - the simplicity of her projects is what it makes it really stand out among the others. Don't get me wrong - j'adore lavish creations of Dior, but let's face it - unfortunately we won't wear Galliano's dresses to work! On the other hand, Vicotria's dresses are just perfect - simple and classic. I hope her every collection will continue to amaze me with some (un)usual details.

Another day, another failure

Why when we really, really want something it is so hard to get?! Honestly, God knows I've paid my dues. And now I have to be patient and wait? I don't know how long I can do that. It is so hard knowing everyone around you thinks about it when they are talking to you, you think about it every minute of every day. And each morning I wake up with a delusional hope that today something may change. I have no idea what else I can do. I have no strength to do all this anymore. Somehow I have to live and function. With this HUGE elephant in a room.

Clouds, clouds everywhere

Why is that when the weekend comes and you can finally go outside and have some fun with your friends it's raining and cloudy. Not fair. Really not fair. So I'm forced to spend time indoors. I may go for a quick bike ride, so hopefully it won't be raining! Phew!

Just my luck

Why is that every day I am getting lucky - small things like finding that extra money in a pocket, buying something I want to eat REALLY badly (i.e. ice cream etc.) on sale or those fantastic River Island shoes without closing part (i.e. 50% off) and I still look gloomy and angry. Time to change that and look on the more positive parts of life and whole planet in general. So... the tube strike today forced to take me a much longer route for my NIN appointment - but I was forced to go to Camden which normally I visit once a year, because it's never on the way. So what that I had to go to a different station - at least I went in a nice, new carriage and I was sitting a whole way So what that the stupid woman at the bank was unhelpful and nasty - I got a really nice one for my NIN appointment. So what that I got a bill for energy and gas that nearly got me killed (heart attack) - somehow someone will be able to pay it. So what that there was raining today - I had merely a couple of droplets on me - without taking any umbrella! Shocking! And I even cooked my own dinner - as a person who HATES, absolutely HATES cooking it is quite an achievement! 

SkyRide 2010

What can I say? It was simply awesome!!! Truly amazing feeling when you cycle around London's most famous landmarks on your bike! Total freedom and smile on your face all day long! Nothing else matters - it's just you, your bike and tens of thousands other people around you - with the same smiles. 

It is great when you cycle and look around and all you can see is a massive crowd with none car in sight! And it is surprisingly easy and fast to get from one place to another - (central) London is really, really small. Even tiny some may say... We managed to cycle from St James Park, next to Big Ben on the Embankment right up to the Tower of London. Coming back, we decided to elope on to the other side of the river, which ended in a slalom between pedestrians. After driving up to the London Eye we decided to come back to the proper, bike-friendly side. In the meantime we saw a couple of dogs with their owners cycling, A LOT of kids on the tiny bikes and even some weird looking tandems and machines comparable only with some gym equipment (one was similar to rowing one). 

Going home wasn't so easy when it turned out that we cannot take Bakerloo line and of course Metropolitan line was closed during the weekend. In the end we cycled through Hyde Park and Kensington to get to the overground station. From there, we only managed to get to Westfield. I have no idea how I managed to cycle from Westfield to Willesden Junction. Over 30km in one day! I am aching now. But it was worth it. I just feel angry at myself that I was getting so nervous and impatient. It felt soooo good to come back, eat and then sleep for 10 hours!

Destiny

Very often people ask the question: "Do you believe in destiny?". I do. I think that sometimes there are too many coincidences to think that it was just a pot of luck which brought something together. And I'm not talking about only love. Friendship. Studies. Memories. Of course we all choose a path, but I think we are restricted to the small choices. The Bigger Plan is out there and working. The nano-elementsof our world are working, working, working to make it happen.

Don't get me wrong. I firmly believe that each one of us makes own choices and it is why we are unique in each and every sense, but some things are just meant to happen. Like the fact that I might have gone to a different school or decided in the last minute to change the degree. 

Everything is connected in the universe, a butterfly effect. I believe in that too. Because I can see with my own eyes that a simple act of goodness brings good in people and evil actions can only spread evil. Even though it's been years, I still remember "Butterfly Effect" the movie. I remember being shocked and astonished that even the smallest actions can matter to the world. Now I am careful not to destroy living things and to be nice. As simple as that and shouldn't cost anything.