Friday, December 28, 2012

Mr. Grinch was in the House

We had a ruined Christmas eve.

My roomie's hubby came to Dubai for the first time to celebrate Christmas with his friend her. 

Monday after work, I came to our flat with my uber-worried roomie. She told me that her husband is "missing" and both his phones are switched off. I've learned that that morning he has gone to his friend's workplace and the last talk he had with my roomie was an hour before noontime, telling her that he has to wait for his friend and that both his phones are dying. We had gone to the grocery store to buy stuff for dinner and for our medianoche, I told her to leave a note for him on the main door in case he comes and we are still out. We returned home with the note still on the main door so I joked that she should replace the note with something like "we don't live here anymore". LOL.

Ten hours had passed and we already had had our dinner. Still nothing from him. Roomie was soooo worried (yeah I can imagine what goes on her mind that time). I told her to stop worrying because who knows maybe her husband is having fun, drinking and stuff with his friend/s. Yeah, men are A-HOLES just like that. But then two and a half hours before Christmas eve, she decided to go to the so-called friend's workplace (Note: she hadn't been there neither met this friend not even once). From the "work place" roomie called me up and told me with a broken voice that he isn't there and no one "knows" the husband nor the friend and she doesn't know where else to find him and stuff (time to welcome my paranoia). I told her to better come back home. When she came home it's almost  midnight, she told me what they told her at the workplace. Then after 5 minutes or less, the husband came home too. And the fight started right after she opened the door. Please don't ask me what happened next... I was also too pissed off. LOL.

So yeah, Mr. Grinch was in the house (still is) and ruined our Christmas eve. Ugh, some men are born with too much assholeness. 

The end. 

Sunday, December 23, 2012

I'm officially a Visaphobic

Thanks to the Swiss Consulate.
Visaphobia: the fear of being denied/refused/rejected visa from any Embassy or Consulate. It's a psychological damage to someone who had a 'traumatic' experience on visa application.  A serious nightmare.
So my sister had planned an amazing Istanbul trip few months back. And I was kinda "uh-huh... okay.." She asked me if I wanna come and I was like NO. I don't wanna go because of the fact that I would need to apply a visa and my passport has this Swiss-consulate-rejection-stamp like I have a "record", a bad record, you know what I mean.

Anyway, last Thursday I found out she and her husband got visa to Turkey just like that and are travelling next month. And I was kinda I wanna try my luck because I wanna go too.

After being refused from Swiss consulate and some not-so-nice-experience at the airport when leaving from Dubai to Doha last Eid.. well, my desire to travel is equal to my paranoia of not getting a visa. For me, getting a visa is like a chance of a lifetime like winning a lottery and being lucky really plays a major role.

So here's the thing, my visa application papers are all ready now but I'm dreading to go to the Consulate tomorrow.

Wish me luck.

PS/First update: Monday. I didn't get to sleep, I've been waking every effing hour or minute IDK. When I was about to leave for Consulate, I started not to feel well. I took a taxi instead of Metro. It was foggy. I  came early, Consulate was still closed but Security "assessed" my documents then gave me Token for queueing.  I was the 2nd earliest bird. While waiting for the Consulate to open, I felt like I was gonna throw up, my stomach was turning upside down. I tried to read the humor book I was reading, "Let's Pretend This Never Happened", to distract myself. But didn't work.. it didn't help at all. I was freaking out. Then the security told me I can go in  but he needs to confiscate my mobile phones. Inside, it took another 5 minutes or less before my number was called, I was still uneasy. The Turkish lady asked my documents then asked for 225 dhs for visa processing fee and told me I can get my passport on Wed. When I was about to leave, while taking my mobile phones from the security. He said, "Very easy, right?". I think he sensed that I was nervous or I was that transparent or I was looking pale, LOL. I smiled and said, "yeah." He wished me goodluck, I thanked him.

PPS/Second Update: Wed afternoon, took a taxi to Consulate. I started to feel unwell. AGAIN. Seriously, I wanna throw up. AGAIN. I was thinking what will I tell if I didn't get the visa and why do I need to explain? I didn't get the visa. Period. World Trade Center, elevator opened at the 8th floor. Got off. Greeted the security, told him passport collection. He asked me the "token". Gave him. He gave me my passport with a white paper slip (my eyes were on that paper asking my brain if that was the explanation why they refused me a visa). Despite the fact that visa denied is already expected, still, in my mind I'm saying.. OH NO, NOT AGAIN! There's a little hope that I would get the visa, I know. I sat down calmly, opened my passport and this is what I saw...

Yaaayyyy!!!! ^_^

There's The Rub

A two-year relationshitship. Girl wants to get pregnant. Guy doesn't want to impregnate her. They're vicenarians.

End of the relationship story? 

Not yet. I wanna know if there's a solution to this.

Why do you think the girl wanna get pregnant? Is it weird?
Well, I can give reasons like:
(a) she just wanna have a baby of her own
(b) she loves him too much and wants a piece of him
(c) she thinks if she gets pregnant he will marry her
(d) all of the above
(e) none of the above

Why do you think the guy doesn't want her to get pregnant? And this... it isn't weird, I know. LOL.
For him, I'm gonna be biased..
(a) he's not ready
(b) he doesn't wanna have a baby ever in his life
(c) he's not serious about her (what else?)
(d) he's an ass (I told you so!)
(e) all of the above
(f) none of the above


Monday, December 17, 2012

Rainy Days and Mondays...

I read somewhere that we, people, are defined by how we are transformed by either love or loss.

One way or another, love (or loss) will make us or break us. It will completely change the way we see the world.

I dont know where this post is going I'm just typing  whatever goes to mind.

Anyway, my thoughts are mostly about the recent tragedies happening in the world. I don't understand why this kind of thing happens to people, where is God when we need him (or her or it or whatever) most? If he's all-powerful, all-knowing and all-loving why does he inflict pains on people? Why is he not doing what he has supposed to be doing?

As someone said, "If you were a God or I were the God, I would be doing a better job. Therefore the only conclusion can be that possibly God does not exist."


Saturday, December 1, 2012

100% Beauty

I have been joining Dubai Confidential's 100% Beauty competition for a while and last September I won a L'Oreal Professional Hair colour service at Sisters Beauty Lounge in Mall of the Emirates.

Yesterday was the last day to redeem my prize (INOA tint colour). So I went and had my hair done. The L'Oreal Professional Hair colour service I had worth 710 dhs.

My before and after photo :D

Thanks Dubai Confidential for your online competition and awesome prizes. Thanks Sisters Beauty Lounge - MOE for the service. 

I feel good and pretty ^_^