Facebook

Few months ago, a friend asked me if I’m on facebook. I had no clue what she was talking about. She sent me an invite and harassed me on a daily basis to join. I finally succumbed (when I finally got the time) and joined last month. And I’m hooked!

Most of my friends are on it and we communicate and stay in touch on a daily basis now. I even found an old high school mate from the London years that I have not heard of/from since I left there.

I’m so addicted to facebook that I check it before my personal email every morning these days.

Additionally, you can find new friends (but are you that desperate?!). My favourite friend requests are those that tell me how beautiful I look in Hijab and they want to be friends (are you for real?). They are so much funnier than “you are beautiful” or “have a lovely smile”.

Penultimately (I work in a place where people use this words in emails!!), online weirdoes will annoy you now and then, but you have the option to ignore them and also limit the people who can view your profile. The benefits of facebook still exceed the drawbacks.

So, go ahead and poke me there!

Psychoanalyzed by a Nail Tech

I went to get my nails done in a new place that I never been too. I’m usually at Nail Station, but because of a nail emergency (women will understand) I went to N Bar located in the building I work in.

The session started well, with the nail tech complementing me on my natural French manicure. Intrigued by me (I can’t explain it any other way), the tech started asking me personal questions about my nationality and work. Then she asked me how many kids I have. I replied that I’m not married to have kids. I could have doubted that I saw a shock on her face but after hearing my age, I was sure she was shocked. Actually she told me so. She also said that I’m too old and that I should not be picky or I won't get married. I replied saying that I’d rather be single and happy than married and miserable. She just hmmmmmed at me.

She did not talk to me till she started massaging my arms. She started complementing me on how soft my hands are and then she looked at me and asked: you don’t do house work do you? Her eyes revealed understanding when I nodded no. She now understood why I am not married. I’m useless as a housewife of course.

Now I know I was supposed to be upset. I was not, I just laughed at the poor woman. But I did leave upset. The stupid woman did a bad job on my nails!! I now have to go to Nail Station and get them done again! Stupid housewife no good for anything but breeding kids! ;)

I’m Baaaaaack!

It has been ages since I blogged that I do not know where to start from…of course I wanted to blog ages ago too but for some reason, I can’t log from MS Explorer, and I just downloaded Mozilla Firfox…now that is dedication!!

I’m working again, my vacation did not last long. I’m also working LONG hours.

I work now with a financial communication company and so far so good. I like most of the people I met in the company.

I went to London. It was 8 years since I’ve last been to London. It has NOT changed. Even the TV programs are the same. Although it was raining and miserable, I enjoyed my time. It was great making new friends, seeing old ones and going around London and saying hmmm not so great shops, we have that in Dubai! Of course that does not mean I did not shop. :)

And thanks to Maltesers in Buckets which I got from Heathrow, I’ve gained 3 kilos back! Today is my first day of no-chocolate-but-hot-chocolate diet, I’m detoxing and I can smell chocolates from the next room!!

Oh well…. Life is Sweet now!

I stepped to the Left!

At 6:20 pm of Thursday the 19th of April 2007, I took a last look at my desk and walked out from the company I have been working in forever!!

After I said my goodbyes to my colleagues and especially Winnie the Pooh (A big man with a bigger heart & on top a good friend), Habla (a younger version of me, may she escape soon!), Arafat (God knows why he would take any Seeko advice from me!), Elvis (a man who would have shined when all the biatches where around), and after I tossed my voodoo doll as a bride would toss her bouquet (passing along my fortune may the receiver leave next) and had Dania & Zeina fight over it on the floor (a hilarious moment!), I screamed at the top of my lung just outside the door.

Oh the relief.
I literally felt that a heavy weight was lifted off my chest.

Oh the happiness.
That HAPPINESS. No words can describe it. I was ecstatic. I've developed so many lines from the smile stretching from one ear to the other.

Oh the excitement.
I'm done. I'm out. And soon to embark on a new roller coaster!! YES!!


YIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYY!

Hatin'

Today I know how it feels to hate PASSIONETLY!

I always thought hate is such a waste of energy and no one deserves to waste emotions on them.

Today I changed my mind.

I hate COBRA. I hate her!! HATE HER!

I’ve put a couple of pins into my voodoo doll just to release some of the anger.
It did not help. I want to PIN HER not a cute doll!

I kicked the wall. It did not help, I want to stomp on her till I flatten her to the ground!

I wish she was a chicken. I would have enjoyed plucking each feather and then replacing them with pins. Then to put her at the top of the empire state building, and set her on fire. Then watch her fall down, burning, crashing, and all pins disappearing in her charred flesh! Yes…such a lovely image!

HATE HER!! HATE HER!! HATE HER!!







Where is that Galaxy Chocolate Cake to burry my teeth in it?!

Wafi Burglary

Emails.

Videos.

Office Discussions.

Newspapers.

Media Coverage.

Wanna Be “In with the Police” Reports.

Witness Reports.

Dinner Discussions.

Elevator Discussions.



If anyone else brings this subject up, I might just shoot them (with the definitely fake machineguns that had red laser beam but made so much noise though the police claimed no shots were fired contrary to what witnesses reported!)

PEOPLE GET OVER IT!! It was not the first armed robbery in Dubai and it won’t be the last! Chill!!

If you like such action, tune to one of your news channels and you will see much more shooting with REAL BLOOD!

White Teeth!

I was toying with the idea of whitening my teeth for awhile now.

I’m neither a smoker nor a coffee/tea drinker, and I don’t have obvious stains. But my teeth are far from being white.

So as I was getting my teeth cleaned, I decided to go ahead and whiten them. I mean why not? It’s safe, painless, I get a free hand massage and I get to watch TV during it.

I opted to watch Seinfeld, and while laughing at three episodes my teethed were UV’d to whiteness.

Of course, the results were not obvious. I did not see the difference till the second morning, a very slight difference.

I don’t regret doing it. BUT I now know why I shouldn’t have done it.

I’m allowed only WHITE food and drinks for 48 hours. For a picky eater like me this was TORTURE!!

One, I couldn’t have my morning hot chocolate. That’s a crime. People were punished for my mood!
Two, I couldn’t eat chocolates. Only white chocolates, which are NOT chocolates any way! I was going around ranting and hallucinating like a deprived druggy!
Three, I couldn’t have my orange juice at lunch, the only healthy contribution to my diet!
Four, somehow suddenly I was craving red sauces (margarita and arabiata), fresh oranges, plums, strawberries, minted teas, I even wanted to have plain ketchup!

But because of the white food restriction, I drank water. A full 0.5 L bottle a day!!! And I discovered the flavoured Volvics (hence how I managed to drink the full bottle!) which I could see becoming a habit with me! Finally some water in my desert!

Now did you see my new smile? :)

Mood Swings

What happens if your mood swing is sudden and strong that it breaks off the chains?

Do you fall off the swing and be a mundane regular person?

Or would the fall be strong and it breaks you to pieces?

What if the swing was not standing on Earth?

Do you fall in that mood’s abyss?

What would you find there?

Would you be able to get out of it?

How if there were no chocolates?






I need chocolates now!

A Wish Comes True!

In some fairytales, a warning is often repeated: “Beware of What You Wish For”.

Of course the warned never listens and only understands the wisdom of the warning too late. After all, you would not wish but the best for yourself, right?

Well, on Wednesday I was joking with my two gals Hodz & Di and made a silly wish. The joke is on me now as it came true!

A Snerd has joined the Troll & Smurf club and I’m sleepless since Friday!!

Friends Or Foes?

When it comes to friendships, I follow this rule:
Make new friends, but keep the old
One will inspirit, the other will enfold

And in worse case scenario:
Make new friends, but keep the old
Or all your secrets will be publicized & told!

I enjoy having friends, and I’m always trying to make more.
I like to think I make a good friend, even when I don’t stay in contact as often as I should. This is why it hurts when a “friend” suddenly changes skin, and goes on the attack. The ammunition: all your negative attributes, at least from his/her DISTORTED perspective.

I got hurt by a friend today. At least I used to think she is a friend, loved her for her charm and smiles, and accepted her with all her faults.

However, I think jealousy and envy has turned her grossly green, at least that's what other mutual friends say.
She hinted that I am materialistic once. That I am egotistic in another. She went out and told me I’m Judgmental in a third.
It was not phrased in a friendly advice, coated with sugar to swallow the medicine. Nope. It was a full vicious attack and she ran away with pitiful excuses when I tried to explain my view, defend my ground, or remind her of how wrong she was.

I decided it’s time to do the worse evil. Cut all ties, and lose the almost two years friendship. After all, with friends like that who needs enemies?!

So my new rule:
Make new friends, but keep the old
And if they dupe you, knock them cold!