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!