From “J’ai tué ma mère”
And I cannot mourn because I have forgotten all the synonyms of the word “sadness”. - Tom at the farm
I have become like you. I'm reading our conversation all day, every day, like what you were doing in January. I listen to your voice messages before bed. The voice helps, doesn't make me cry. What makes me cry is talking about it. When I'm reading, it's like I am with you. I feel okay. … Continue reading I have become like you
WordPress has just congratulated me for six years of blogging. Which means I started the blog three years before I moved to Doha. When I was still living in the horrible, small apartment and when the blog was named orange shoes talking because I thought it was a cool name. And, I can tell you, … Continue reading Flat White And An Honest Post
I have worked in hotels all my life but sometimes I wonder, when I say, I'm passionate about the industry, are people laughing internally? Think about it. What kind of an idiot would be passionate about a job that makes you: Work over-time Work over-time and not get paid for the over-time Work double shift … Continue reading Hoteliers: Are We Ok?
Doha. A city that I would call home one day. How did this happen? “A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.”- Milan Kundera. This was me, back home. I can remember being eight or nine years old and wanting to leave my home country. I don't really … Continue reading Living In Doha
The other day, our external auditors and I were having lunch when one of them asked me "How old are you?''. ''I recently turned 25'', I replied. My response was met with ''OH!''. But not the Oh that says ''Oh you look like you're 18!''. More like ''Damn girl, you look like you're 27!''. And … Continue reading ”How do I look?”
Not because, the French are so chic, effortless in everything they do, perfectly unperfect..(by the way, they are all these things)… I do read a lot about the French culture and one thing that I see repeated many times is that they accept themselves for who they are. They accept their flaws. They don't cover … Continue reading Why I admire French culture
So I was going through my Pinterest and a picture of Sabina Socol pops up. This one to be exact: So, I put her name on Pinterest, and all the results have two things in common: Effortless, chic French style and her nipples. Yeah, I can see her nipples. In all the pictures. Okay, almost … Continue reading Channel your inner Sabina Socol
Or Juste la fin du monde, in French. I find the title alone remarkable. The movie starts with Louie (Gaspard Ulliel), a playwright, paying a visit to his family after years of absence. He seems to have cut them off from his life and is only returning back to inform them of his terminal illness. … Continue reading It’s only the end of the world!
So, I watch a lot of random things on YouTube because sometimes I really have nothing better to do. And I think it's a healthy habit because sometimes it's not a complete waste of time and gives me something to write or rant about. This week, I watched a series called ''What On Earth Is … Continue reading What on earth is an Vitamin IV drip?
Libby, which sounds almost like an actual human name, is anything but a person. It's an app that allows me to read on the go, whenever I want, wherever I want. I love Libby because I love reading. Link I always hear people saying, ''Oh, I love to read, but I just don't have time.'' … Continue reading What the fuck is Libby?
And the second big question is: How the fuck do we pronounce it? I was searching for a book to read on the app, Libby. While looking for a cookbook for a plant based diet, I came across a cover that looked like this: The little book of Hygge by Meik Wiking I'm not sure … Continue reading What the fuck is HYGGE?
Apparently, food festivals aren't really about selling mouth watering delicious food for cheap price. What it is about is marketing your company or your brand. Purely that. And selling shit (well, sort of) food for more money. So if you're thinking you're going to go to food festivals and enjoy ah-mazing food, you're shit out … Continue reading Why QIFF wasn’t all that