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Dry Skin tips

Beauty Tips:

If you have dry skin here is a great mask for moisturizing the skin. 

Mix 1/4 cup of mashed cooked chickpeas, 
1 teaspoon of olive oil,
1/2 teaspoon of lemon juice and 1 egg yolk until you have a creamy paste.

Apply it on face and neck avoiding the eye area and leave it for 20 minutes. Rinse and dry it then apply your regular moisturizer.

BE Beautiful ... FEEL GREAT!

Shayra

So, a few days ago I managed to get in touch with an old friend of mine whom I have known now for a good 7 years. We met while doing a short diploma course. We didn't instantly hit it off but her sweet, jolly nature, infectious yet naughty smile and know it all mannerism made for a good friend. Plus, she had the cutest little daughter ever! Anyway we became good friends but a year later she had to move to another country where her husband was settled. Thanks to the internet, facebook, hotmail, yahoo etc etc etc staying in touch is easier and more convenient than ever.

We often indulged in random daily chit chat till she started work and then also gave birth to another baby girl. Albeit, not as cute as the elder one; of course my opinion is biased! So, without naming names, Shyra as I'm gonna call her for this blog (she will know how the name Shyra came to be) had recently been busy with mothering and all things related to it, working and juggling a home and also adhering and catering to the needs of her eldest child read her husband. So after a hiatus of a few months we got about chitting and chatting.

What I'm trying to say here is that due to the convenience of the internet, we never lose friendships but instead they become stronger. These friendships also allow us at time to confide in our friend, vent, rant or rave in the comfort that by the time we do come face to face the embarrassment of an event or encounter or tale shall either long be forgotten or taken as a dear Abby moment; not to be spoken of again.

Shayra and I have had loads of meaningful conversations, funny tales, complaining of all things husbandly, Shayra's ability to nag her children to death while trying to push them to be their very best (read as pushing them to walk while in the crib :p). Though both of us have not spent a lot of time together face to face she is truly a person I can call a friend; a person who I wish I could meet again soon. A person who easily brings a smile to your face. She is in all senses a good friend! And i promised her I would write about her and I did. Despite the time, the distance, the busy schedules; we pick off each time where we left off; me complaining of her ignoring me :)

Waiting for Godot

So, here I am. Three months and 9 days later. I've been waiting for a work permit in an EU country. The said time period 4-6 weeks. If you're really lucky the lady at the Consulate said you will have it in 4; if there are a few issues it can take up to 8 weeks. Fingers crossed I headed home; and waited. Waited some more. After 6 weeks of no response I sat about calling them up requesting updates, information on my visa/permit status. Each time a chirpy, albeit very helpful lady answered saying "I'll contact the said agency in said country and ask for a follow up and then I will get back to you my self." Two weeks later, I called again with the same response. Soon I was calling them more often than a jealous lover calls his sweetheart enquiring about their whereabouts.

As in Samuel Beckett's play "Waiting for Godot"; I too sat about waiting like the two men who were waiting expectantly for someone named Godot to arrive. In fact, while they referred to him as an acquaintance they didn't know who he was and most definitely would not have recognized him had he arrived. During their wait they busies themselves with various games, eating, drinking, contemplating suicide, exercising etc. They also contemplated killing themselves. The only difference between me and the only 2 men; Vladimir and Estragon. All three of us found ourselves keeping our selves busy "to hold the terrible silence at bay."

In my case the terrible silence is not knowing my status or position. I am stuck in a limbo. Not here nor there. Not in this country or the next. Neither am I gently free falling. I am in pain. Not knowing is pain. I need to vacate the home; landlord requires notice. I need to book a flight; the earlier you book the cheaper the ticket. I need to rent a place in the new country; not possible online as its better to see the area, locality and place in question before striking a deal. I am living life according to the Buddhist philosophy; I am living life in the now, in the present. Buying things on a daily basis and not a weekly or monthly one. For you never know when the call will come.

In the aforementioned play "Waiting for Godot" many interpretations are that the two men are waiting for God, or an epiphany or repentance before the day of judgement etc etc. However, I feel during this experience that "Godot is whatever it is in life that you are waiting for." My Godot currently is my work permit. Who knows tomorrow my Godot could take on an entirely different meaning. But till then Godot for me is that stamp in my passport.

How to kill boredom

Here I sit. On my bed. Bored out of my mind. Nothing to do. Baby is as active as a monkey on ecstasy and yet I find it hard (mostly) to be amused by her antics. What to do? What to do? Should I eat fries? Or should I once again consume an entire bag of M&Ms in one sitting and then bitch about the sugar high. So much to not do. Dishes need to be washed, laundry awaits yet I find that I need to do something productive. So, as suggested by a good friend; I started a blog. Its my first one. Needs a lot of work. Needs a lot of thought. I sit here typing as the baby has approached me; not me per-say but for her love of the laptop. What to doooo? As always fries wins over, comfort food. Peeling, slicing, washing, frying and then eating. Yes, I prefer to make my fries the good old fashioned way; I am not a fan of the store bought variety. It lacks taste. Fries need taste. Fries. Yum, fries. Yes, fries are my answer on how to kill boredom.