Mr.StrictlyIntimate
the Life, the Love and the Sex of Vienna.Archive for K
A German Start.
It is Tuesday. I am back in Germany. K’s place in Mitterfecking. Tomorrow we’re driving off to Europapark. I am trying to make breakfast for everyone while I am blogging and putting away the dishes from last night.I think it is the least I can do for K and her mother’s hospitality. And of course, listening to the wonderful French Céline Dion. Oh boy do I love her. I think my friends are already annoyed but I don’t give a fuck. (BTW: Her new single ‘Parler á mon pére’ simply is divine and beautiful.) So here are the mental outpourings of my Monday. Yesterday, for those who can’t remember.
9:30 am
It is Monday morning (of course, I told you the time) and I sit here at a bakery waiting for D and I (the girl who takes us with her). It sounds like the beginning of an adventurous movie where three people drive off to meet new people, have exciting sexual intercourses and dance through the nights in every city they visit after they have worked their asses off by day to afford the trip they are taking. But, it actually is the start to another trip to Germany where I, for one part, will meet my best friend K again and for another part take a trip with her, D and two other friends, J and L to the Europapark.
For K and me this is going to be the second time around and we will cherish this moment since she moved back to her home country a couple of weeks ago. This is a reunion and the real goodbye since the last time saying our farewell’s sounded rather silly considering the fact that we would see each other for this trip one and a half weeks later. But this time it is going to be different. There is no turning back.
That is a good thing, though. We both are going into new directions, discovering new ways of living and meeting new people. There is just one thing that will always hold us together – the friendship and the importance of this friendship that resolutes in a simple thing called love. The only love I still dare to believe in: the Love of a Friend.
Let us start this week with some good news – I get accepted at a Viennese University to do my Master’s Degree in Journalism and New Media. I know, I did not even tell you guys that I’ve had applied but I actually did not want to face another big and official disappointment after the Vogue experience and so I decided to keep this little thing all to myself until I get an answer. Little did I know that it was a positive one but well, here I sit and state that come September I am going to be a student again. Well, besides working full time of course. There is no other way I could afford my demanding lifestyle for I now have to pay rent on a regular basis and all the other paychecks that come along with an apartment. And some Burberry sometimes, of course. And books, and traveling to meet with someone very special regularly, and VOGUE, and ELLE Decoration, and well, sometimes this boy has to eat something too.
So, this is the moment – we will start our ride / journey to Regensburg where we’re going to meet K.
2.15 pm
Finally, Regensburg. Somehow I am a little tense. I do not know where it comes from but four hours in a car with other people (even though they are adorably lovely) and bad music really gives you something. Above all if the brain can’t breathe properly and the people all around us drive like lunatics.
When K picks us up grocery shopping is on the list and let me tell you – there is NOTHING, really nothing I can do worse than grocery shopping. It is too much for me mostly. All those people. All those foods and drinks. And weird stuff in between. Really freaks me out and gives me the chills. But I’m sure I am looking damn fine at doing it. So that’s enough for me because everything I do, I am doing it with class, elegance and dignity. And of course, a dazzling hot outfit.
4.30 pm
Receiving a big and welcoming hug from K’s mother C and her wonderfully nice aunt. We sit together for a coffee, a piece of cake K baked and a glass of sparkling wine. It’s D’s Birthday so we have to do a little something. Happy Birthday D – celebrate with style.
6.30 pm
I need a break. A little one. Just me, myself and Céline Dion. So we all sit on the terrace together but each minding his own business listening to music on their iPods and iPhones. Heavenly calm time.
7.15 pm
We’re cooking. Yiha. Having a little Italian meal for D and K’s mom. Afterwards there’s drinks and a lot of games with a friend of K’s. A. And yet another A crosses my life. We’re playing Twister because D never played it before. Of course he loses and of course, surprise surprise. I win.
12.00 am
We are sitting in a tent in the garage. No, we do not prepare for camping. We are hiding away to keep the noise down so K’s mum can rest properly for she has to go to work the next day.
1.05 am
Bedtime everybody. Putting on the radio – Céline Dion with ‘On s’est aimé à cause’ The only way I can sleep is while listening to music. Otherwise I would be up all night. Weird, isn’t it?
Now it is breakfast time. Tuesday. 10.40 am. Have a great day everyone.
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
Chapters.
It’s Monday – the first day of a new week and the new chance of starting all over again. And since Sunday also marked the start of a new month I’d say we have a lot of chances to start something new and to finish with old stuff. Stuff we dragged behind us; stuff we know we should have finished ages ago and stuff we tried to keep off or minds but that kept appearing over and over again.
Right now my best friend K is sitting right beside me. She lives with me until Wednesday because that will be the day when she leaves Vienna to go back to her home country. For her, it is time to start a new chapter and so there will be three new chapters in both our lives – a new chapter for her, a new chapter for myself and a new chapter we share full of adventures we live through together even though we will live miles and miles apart from now on.
But I won’t be too sad about it or dramatic or heartbroken or will say good-bye for one time because we will see each other again as often as possible and our friendship will remain as intense and important as it has been before. Boarders should never stop people to be friends.
So – for us there will never be a final sentence, or a final page, or a final chapter. For us, there will always be a new day to meet life with an open mind and an adventurous attitude.
XOXO
Hit the Lights, Hit the Road [S02E01]
I guess this is it. I am in the train with my sister and Anja, a friend of Mats. Six minutes ago the train took off and we are on our way now to find ourselves in new adventures, new experiences and on the hunt for moments to cherish deeply. Because that is what life is about – finding those special moments that make you remember certain places, special people and precious thoughts that inspired you and give you the chance of relishing from these, drawing strength from them, being inspired by the wonderful state of being. Of being in different way – of being different. Of being alive and simply of being able to create your own life with your own rules.
Yesterday I was packing my bags for about one and a half hours trying to grab all my Burberry stuff – my wonderful shoes; my warm and cozy cashmere sleeve; my stead man jeans; my wool trousers; my big checked anthracite, black and gray shirt; my swimwear and my new sunglasses and so on. So I am all packed with a suitcase, a Josephine Baker Keepall bag, a Burberry clothes bag with two jackets and my black vintage Longchamp handbag. So as you see – I am all packed and ready to go.
Want! Want! Want!
Work was a bit tough since we were planning an important relaunch of or webpage. So there was a lot of stuff to do and almost no time to do it while not even being able to fully enjoy lunch since my head always produces pressure for having to be perfect at my maximum. So you see, I can be quite competitive with myself. But that is perfectly fine with me to be honest.
After leaving the office at 6pm I met with K for a quick dinner and filling myself in on the latest gossip of T, J and Co.
Two and a half hours later I find myself in the train writing these lines thinking about what the next few days will bring up to me and where we will end up. Are there any changes to be expected? Are there any new things to experience? Are there adventures that will mark me forever? That will maybe change my point of view on certain things?
One never knows what to expect from this life but what I do know is that no matter what comes up – all the good and all the bad help me to be a better person. Maybe slowly growing to be the best person I could possibly be. That is what I aim for, that is what I am searching for – the best version of me.
So, let me take you with me on a trip with my friends and let me show you the world a little bit. From my point of view.
XOXO
P.S.: Outfit of the Day – black, waxed Guess Jeans; trench colored Burberry Polo Shirt with classic checked collar; brown Zara sleeve; black Tommy Hilfiger belt; olive green and black H&M military jacket and; Burberry classic house check high-top trainers and foldable black Burberry sunglasses.
One Way Love?
What is love? How can you define a irrational term or condition in such a rational society? How do you illustrate something like these simple four letters, L-O-V-E, in a world that is full of words containing three complicated letters like W-A-R or four dreadful letters like H-A-T-E or five irrevocable letters like A-N-G-E-R? How does a feeling like love survive in a society that argues more often than simply accepting one another?
When I got out of bed this morning waiting for the day to fully arrive and hit me like a bus I did not even consider the possibility of something like this happening. The last few days I kind of seemed to be changing back into old habits like checking my reflection every twenty seconds walking past a mirror, a car window or a shopwindow (I actually even caught myself trying to visualize my own reflection in my BlackBerry or my iPhone). The weird thing is, that I felt more relaxed, more myself before some things occurred trying to influence me, but I can’t make up in my mind – I can’t figure out what or who pressed the button of perfectionism again. Not, that I was less of a perfectionist, but I was way more acceptable and tolerant with myself…and it seems like I am back to my same old harshness that harmed my soul ever since it developed out of nothingness.
Nevertheless, the main reason for writing is a fact of, well, let us call it, finding your own way for walking through this life – a way, a lot of people would describe as a hard and long road with a lot of seductive, dark or bad branches. Usually, I would agree pointing out that life is nothing but a cruel road to trying to fulfill your dreams by selling your soul to those that play the strings in a theatre full of masked deceit. But not today. Not after what K and I were allowed to experience today.
Being invited by wonderful Alice to an Evangelical – Korean Church Service we arrived at the church being greeted and welcomed in a way that did not just shake me in its friendliness and easiness but also made me reconsider the structures of what church service really should be like. As we sat there and prayed in the beginning my first two thoughts were ‘God…am I doing this right?’ and ‘will I understand anything they are about to say?!’. Well, my answers came right away and promptly: one – there is no wrong way of praying because just the way everyone applies clothing their own way, everyone has their own way of preaching and two – the preacher (David) really did switch between German and Korean in a velocity I could even forget that there was a Korean word between the terms God and Amen.
The Service today was titled ‘One Way’ and meant to describe the easiness and the severity of following one way into a life that we try so hard to be about success or money or things we earn or things we seem to be to others instead of following a road defined and conducted by its simplicity of love – a term so easy to say but so hard to apply (believe me, been there, tried that, failed so hard!).
I have never – in my entire life – experienced a church service as lively (mixed with singing contemporary songs; young talented Koreans dancing for God; playing instruments in a way Chopin or Beethoven did – and sining with a voice that simply has to be heard one day… there is no other way for that, it simply has to!) and emotionally clarifying as this one. An experience I a) will definitely never forget and b) definitely make again because I promised to go back there!
If there is something that I have learned (apart from the fact that church does not necessarily need to be about Monks singing in unnatural high gregorian voices and priests almost falling asleep while preaching or simply reading what others wrote down for them (allegedly) thousands and thousands of years ago) it is knowing that there are people out there who welcome simply anybody in their inner circle of, well, love with warm-heartedness and a lot of humor. I guess K definitely agrees that we had a good time there and that we love to return again.
Thank you for this invitation dear, beautiful Alice (I had a blast!) and thank you so much for giving us such a wonderfully relaxed time of intimacy with God and he chance to think about ones priorities.
God bless you all, my dear readers.
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
P.S. Knowledge of the Day: Severity to oneself isn’t just noxious but discouraging from finding the right way to fulfilling dreams and plans and wishes.
