D(r)ied

I recieved a bunch of dried white roses.

So I know I dry the roses R gives me and I have them all and everything. But…WTF?

Is this a joke? Or did someone send me dried roses because I like them?

Of Snips & Styles

A couple of months back I was sitting in the waiting area of my hair salon and for some reason I was reading the Visitor’s Book. I couldn’t be bothered with the holly/bollywood magazines glorifying mere humans. Besides, reading about how someone’s French-manicure was messed up twice over by the Filipino manicurist was much more amusing than Birtney/Rakhi Sawant’s latest stint; especially the bit where the woman goes on to write “I have nothing against her, in fact she was really nice and polite, etc.” Only she was Filipino. Really. She must have said Filipino ten times at the least, as if there lies the answer to her terrible manicure experience. I mean not that I like Filipino’s or anything. Personally I think they are a bit slow. In fact, with the exception of a few Filipinos, the rest of them I know from work annoy the crap out of me. They are really hard working (like I said, they’re slow, so they have to put in that extra effort – yes, I know I sound racist ) and mostly polite. Only thing really commendable, is that really LIVE. She might be a cashiers at your local supermarket or working at a salon or be a maid or have a good well paying desk job but when you see her outside, at the mall or wherever, you can never pin her down to their level of income. Any of them. They all dress well, eat well, drive nice cars, etc. You’ll always see them either in pairs or in group having a good time. Which is quite applaudable I think. You see a mix of so many nationalities here and people from the subcontinent can almost easily be pinned to their level of income in the way they dress, carry themselves, etc. It would be unfair to say that people from the subcontinent have families back home and they have to save and yada yada yada. All that holds true from them too. Only unlike others, they don’t forget to live a little for themselves too.

So. ANYWAYS. I kept reading hoping there would be many more amusing entries but I was disappointed. Mostly it was people hurrah-ing their hair dressers. I suppose the clientele on the whole were either happy or just generally polite. Probably a combination of both, with the exception of the one lady attempting to get a free manicure by complaining about how bad her’s was. So reading on I came across this one comment about a hair academy. My heart must have stopped for a few seconds.

See the place I go to, Juice, is BIG in Bombay and they have quite a few branches back home. In India, most high end hair salons have academies. Juice has been in Dubai since 4 years and I absolutely LOVE them. So I was quite psyched about the academy. I’ve always wanted to do something creative. Like interior designing or running a restaurant/café. And amongst other such things, running a salon/spa has figured many times.

I leapt up from my seat and ran to my husband’s stylist (yes, I drag R there sometimes) and asked her about it and without a second thought I knew I wanted to do it. Since then I’ve been calling them EVERY month even though I know my name has been put down for it and it starts in March. My main concern being timing because if I quit my job, how pray tell, will I PAY for the academy?

All that nagging and begging paid off and yesterday was our orientation!!! There are 3 instructors and 4 students and the craziness begins March 8!! 5 days a week. 5 – 9 pm. We were there for an hour they gave us a course schedule and briefed us about what we were in for. Mostly sounded fun and more fun We’ll be getting a complete kit (finally I’m going to own all those brushes and a professional hair dried and KNOW what to do with it!!). I’m so excited. I hope to God I’ll be good at it and that I can actually get into it full time! Oohhh it’ll be worth it to see their faces when I say I’m quitting to become a hair stylist!!!

Okay, maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Bet it’ll be terribly hard work. The plan is I’ll be at my real world job from 8 am – 4 pm and then head to the classes!! HOW am I going to pull this off? What about cooking? What’ll my poor husband-who-doesn’t-let-me-go-to-my-mum’s-easy-enough DO for 3 months for food and entertainment?? Actually 6 months considering there’s a 3 month internship too!! I’ll kill him he tried to get naughty though. I will.

I’m really excited yet really worried about it too. I tire easily. And my excitement can go from way up to zilch in a split second. I’ve already got a nice lecture from R about how it’s not going to be easy and there’re going to be plenty of finicky Sindhi aunties who’ll want nothing less than my blood and I’ll have to nod and smile at. How there’s no point if I don’t have the dedication to go through with it and then continue doing it. No point in losing touch a few months/years down the line. How it’ll take time to become a stylist and I’ll have to leave my well paying job and get close to nothing and work under someone for quite some time. Yada yada yada. I know he’s right but he makes everything so dire. I mean SO WHAT if I can’t be bothered with gym-ing or dieting for more than 3 consecutive days. This is different. Right?

Oh, and I wonder how my mum will take all of this.

Can’t Keep Up!

So it was thanks to TFL that I started using Google Reader to keep track of blogs. Since my “break time” – as I would like to call it – I wasn’t checking it either. I kept meaning to but I was seriously off blogging. Then finally I really really wanted to but I was so apprehensive! I kept thinking about how many posts there would be and then started to feel so guilty about it. It was scary thinking of how many posts I had to catch up with. So worrying in fact that I went to all the blogs I like reading through the link on my own blog or through links on other blogs and read everything first and THEN checked my GReader. See my rational was that if I had gone through GReader I would have been overwhelmed with the number of unread posts and then wouldn’t have ready any of them or maybe just a few of them.

I must admit though; it wasn’t really as bad as I imagined, but very close.

I must applaud Hemlock and ‘Liya for their amazing blogging capabilities. Hemlock though was ahead of ‘Liya by a good 20-25 extra post! (You go girl!) They had the highest number of unread posts! Oh and Specs wasn’t too far behind ‘Liya either.

So well done all of you.

But at this rate, I’m going to have nightmares if go off blogging/reading again. You guys give us slackers a bad ass name.

As Random As Random Can Be

Right so TFL has taken it upon herself to rid me of my Writer’s Blox.
The rules are: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 16 people to be tagged.
16 people? Girl are you serious? Or are you mocking me??! I don’t even know 16 people. And I’m sure even the couple of people who did read my blog have give up on me!!
So being optimistic I tag – everyone who reads this! Muuhahahaaaa!
Being more optimistic I will take some names – Haleem, An ILLuS|On, Silent Mantra, Miss Specs, Salacious Samosa, mE, SZK and Boba!

1. I live to eat. And I enjoy cooking equally. When I want to eat a particular dish and it’s not readily available I will go through the trouble of making it no matter how complicated it is within the same week. Food is my passion. Which is probably why I’m find it so difficult to lose the weight I’ve put on in the last year.
2. Cooking and reading are two things that can take my mind off anything. I would have added music to this list but that has the ability to make me really nostalgic and will more often than not make me think about stupid things even more.
3. I can pick up lyrics to songs *really* quick. I love singing along to everything I know; which is quite a bit. I’ve been told I have a good voice, but I wouldn’t stop even if I was told otherwise.
4. I’m a clutter freak and really unorganized most of the time. I cannot part with anything I own and hence end up having tons and tons of things I don’t use/need. Which is probably why I have the most colorful interesting desk at work *takes a bow* My daily use bag could give Santa a run for his money because what goes in my bag rarely comes out.
5. If I buy something intending to gift it to someone and don’t end up giving it for whatever reason then I can’t ever bring myself to use it or to give it to off to anyone else. It will either reach the intended person sooner or later or it will just lie there with the rest of my clutter.
6. I have many regrets and given another chance I would do many things differently.
7. I want to become an interior designer at some point in my life. But I’m too lazy about it.
8. I instantly hit it off with kids but thankfully have a good amount of control over them which makes them stay in their limits. I pamper my nieces and nephews to no end but also give them a sound kicking if they get out of line. As much as I love kids when I think about it sensibly, I don’t think I want to have any of my own. Sometimes I feel like I might want to, but fortunately common sense has prevailed until now.
9. Most people think I’m really outgoing because I can get comfortable with people quite soon. But that’s far from the truth. I mostly enjoying lazing around at home, reading or cooking. I hate going out especially to parties or socializing in general because I don’t really like meeting people. I guess it’s just the way I was raised up. I’m the stay at home girl!
10. I don’t like drinking too much water or any other liquid. I can go  the whole day with just a glass or two of water under normal circumstances. I prefer solid food. But I do need to have something to drink while I eat or I won’t be able to eat at all!!
11. I am a perpetual procrastinator. Especially when it comes to cleaning up closets. If I’m lucky I do get down to doing it a few months from the time I started thinking it was necessary. But then the situation would have gotten worse though.
12. I love squeaky clean and dry bathrooms/toilets. And cutlery. I can’t use any cutlery (even spoons or forks) when they are even slightly wet.
13. I pick out my clothes in the morning 15 minutes before leaving to work depending on what’s the easiest thing to wear. All the better if it doesn’t need ironing. If I ever do decide to pick an outfit the previous night it always takes too long to pick and I’ll most probably change my mind in the morning anyways. So I don’t bother often.
14. I generally don’t eat chicken if I’ve cooked it. If I’ve cleaned the chicken, then there is no way I’m going to eat it.
15. I am allergic to dust and animal fur. But it doesn’t stop me from having pet cats. My life would be incomplete without a pet.
16. When I was in school, I pierced the two holes at top on my left ear. On my own. I loved the sound of the silver wire piercing my cartilage. It was stupid and I’ve gotten rid of it now coz it was too painful. Instead I have a nose piercing and a belly piercing to make up. My belly piercing hasn’t healed in the 3 years that I’ve had it but I have no intentions of getting rid of it.

So there you go. Who would have thought I’d actually get down to doing this tag?! Not me!!

Now, I have that FB tag to deal with…

Seems like tags are all the rage these days!!

Speaking of which, TFL,  when do you plan on doing the Bijli tag!!?

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Bollox!

(From: Boba Blogs)

Blox

Infact I’ve got the Reader’s Blox too!

Sorry guys I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Or gotten out of me maybe???

I hope you guys have a great time during your holidays! Happy New Year!

Of Dosa’s and B

TFL – you’ve been tagged.

And you’re allowed to post a picture of B before me Love you! And thanks a million!

(For everyone whose curious spam TFL and make her post!)

99 Baloons

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