N style

Today I’m blogging from N-style moe. I didn’t used to be a fan as they had been rude to me previously. However with vouchers and the fact they are close to my home I had to try them out.

The place runs like clockwork. They have a proper system and it’s a full blown massive nail pampering factory. Over the few times I have been here the girls have been friendlier and this time they gave me the headset to watch tv (America’s got talent! – there is a bird with my name singing right now! Weird)! Also You get asked if you would like a drink after the second visit

So if you come here a few times the better the service. Or maybe it’s my luck.

So anyway the nails. As expected the nail technicians are technicians and know how to do their job. it’s all very mechanical like being in a nail factory but it’s all good if you get good nails at the end.

7/10 – good but not spectacular

Claim your inheritance now!

The spam messages regarding claiming  my inheritance are getting cleverer and cleverer. This one really impressed me today.

 

Dear,

Definitely, I know that this letter will be a surprising one to you.

Firstly, I will like to introduce myself formally as Mr. Kwesi Beko, The
Governor of the Bank Of Ghana.

You are been officially contacted by me today because your Inheritance
Funds were Re-deposited into the “Federal Suspense Account” of Bank Of
Ghana this week after it was confirmed un-claimed by the Ghana Federal
Reserved Bank. Secondly, because you did not forward your Claim as the
Right beneficiary on time.

Well known to all, The Bank Of Ghana is a Financial Body that checkmates
all in-flow and out-flow of funds that comes in and out of Republic of
Ghana. So if anybody is telling you that your funds is with any other bank
right here in Ghana ,the person is not only tricking you to Divert your
rightfully Inheritance, but also a criminal and we advice you discontinue
further communication with the persons(s).

This morning at about (10:15am Standard Pacific Time), I was alerted by my
Secretary that Three men were at my Office Reception waiting to see me and
so I told my Secretary to let them in.

To my surprise they were two Swedish and one Ghanaian Attorney, and they
introduced themselves as (Mr. Tim Bjorkman, Mr. Roland Gulf, both from
Swedish) and accompanied with them was a Ghanaian Attorney with the name
(Barrister. Kofi Kwame).

Really these men were unexpected by me because their visit was impromptu.
I had to ask them why they came to see me in person and they said that
they were here to Collect the Inheritance Bill Sum of US$7,000,000:00
(Seven Million United State Dollars Only) which rightfully belongs to you,
on your behalf. These foreigners actually claimed this beyond reasonable
doubts.

At this development I asked them who authorized them to re-visit our Bank
on Friday for the Collection of this Payment and they told me that you
asked them to come and collect this Funds on your Behalf. In fact this was
the biggest shock that the Bank Of Ghana have ever received so far because
your Inheritance Funds is still in the “Federal Suspense Account” of Bank
Of Ghana, yet you sent these men to come and collect these Funds on your
behalf without notifying us.

We in this office do not understand why you sent these men to come and
Collect your Funds on your behalf. If actually you want them to help you
collect your Inheritance, at least you should have informed me as the
Governor Of the Bank of Ghana.

They actually tendered some Vital Documents, which proved that you
actually sent them for the Collection of these Funds. Honestly, it really
baffles me that you took such decision without my consent.

Here is the Document, which they tendered to this Office today.

1. LETTER OF ADMINISTRATION.
2. HIGH COURT INJUNCTION (stating that you authorized them to come and
receive your funds on your behalf).
3. ORDER TO RELEASE.

Actually, these Documents which they tendered to this office is a clear
Proof that you sent them to Collect this Funds for you. Finally, I told
them to come back on Friday morning and they promised to come back. As the
Governor Of this Noble Bank and also the Legal Payment Adviser whom has
the final Signatory to the release of all International Transfers of any
“PENDING” FUNDS that leaves the Shore of this Country, I was supposed to
Release this Funds to them but I refused to do so because I wanted to hear
from you first. Due to the Nature of my job, I will not want to make any
mistake in Releasing this Funds to anyone except you whom is the
Recognized as the true Beneficiary to this Funds which is you.

These Foreigners has actually provided us with an account below with one
of the TD bank in NEW YORK where they said that you want us to Wire your
funds into.

BANK DETAILS:

NAME OF BANK: TD BANK
BRANCH ADDRESS: 155 CANAL STREET NEW YORK NY 10013
SWIFT CODE:NRTHUS33
ACCOUNT NUMBER:4726566685
BENEFICIARY: Tim Shuquan.
BENEFICIARY: 302 BROOME STREET APT 6A NEW YORK NY 10002

Kindly clarify us on this issue before we make this Payment to these
foreigners whom came on your behalf.

Note: I personally have attached a copy of the picture, which was taken
when these foreigners came to my office. They really did not know that
they were snapped, because I have a Digital Security Camera here in my
office. In this picture the foreigners where dressed in white shirts,
while their Attorney was dressed in white traditional wear and our Chief
Security Officer was dressed in a dark suit standing and interrogating
them.

You can view this picture for clarification.

In receipt of this confidential Letter, you are required to call this Bank
immediately you receive this Confidential Letter. TEL: +233-(0) 279344710

Mr. Kwesi Beko
Executive Gov Bank Of Ghana)
Bank of Ghana
One Thorpe Road
P.O. Box GP 2674
Accra
TEL: +233-(0) 279344710

Twitter Bandwagon

Are you on Twitter? Nooooo! Oh my god… you are so last century. Get with the programme! Everyone who is anyone is on Twitter – from Obama to Britney, Ashton to Queen Rania. Then there are us normal folk – the non-celebs. But there are some twitterati that are now celebs either nationally, regionally or even globally just because of their tweets. It’s all great. Twitter is now a force to be reckoned with. I get my news from Twitter – when a cargo plane crashed in Dubai, it was a tweep (you seeing all the tweet language going on here), who tweeted they had seen the plane down. It was tweeps that tweeted from their flats in Silicon Oasis that saw it plummeting out of the sky.  It was tweeps that took photos of the aftermath. The normal news broadcaster took an hour to confirm the crash. By then it was old news to the twitterati.

In 140 characters you can say how you feel, say how others feel or just write nonsense. It is self-indulgent, it can be factual, it can be faux and it is how we live our lives now. If I want to know something such as a word in Arabic, I tweet a request for a translation. If I want to know directions to somewhere, I tweet for help. If i’m late for a tweet-up, I tweet my lateness. Life now revolves around twitter.

Is it a bad thing? It can be. There have been articles written about how twitter has created a short concentration span for people. In my line of work, I need bouts of shortness to take me away from the hum drum of what i’m doing. In my breaks I can quickly scan the last 100 tweets and see the news and gossip in my twitter world.

But in a lot of ways twitter has given me a new lease of life in this city. I have made many friends through twitter who I might have known previously but now know intimately due to their tweets. I have made new connections in England, USA and of course Dubai. When I was in Mexico I was tweeted advice to stay away from the police in Tijuana airport and wished bon voyage from the terminal in Geneva.

I have also made several enemies. As in life, my tweets are not often self-censored. I swear, I sexualize (is that a word??) and I rant. People have been offended, people have been threatened (mostly by my vocabulary) and some have just been plain nasty and stupid which has resulted in them being unfollowed or even worse blocked. There are some tweeps who sound ok on twitter but you meet them in real life and they are god-awful humans.

The problem with twitter is what I like to call the Twitter mafia or bandwagon that now exists. There has been many a time; I will unfollow someone due to their tweets being completely and utterly boring, childish or just plain nasty. I will get told off by other tweeps for not following them. Yes, I’m sure they are lovely in your eyes, but in  my opinion they suck. But there are some people who find it hard to accept my choice in following and unfollowing tweeps.  Twitter is supposed to be your choice. It’s your account; it’s your timeline, so why should I follow someone just because you think that underneath their pathetic exterior that they are amazing people internally. I don’t see it.

The other Twitter Mafia occurrences are during political moments. If you don’t follow the same tune as everyone else, like for example in Egypt, you were slaughtered or ridiculed for your beliefs. I’m not a political person and if I am it’s mostly confined to discussions with close friends or my head. However, during this time of unrest I have tweeted a few times about things going on at the time or retweeted tweets of interest to me. I remember I questioned, that if Mubarak left now what would happen to the country. Wouldn’t it be better if he stayed and there was a proper transition of power? That idea was shot down as ridiculous. How dare I voice my concern for the country and not follow everyone to get rid of the man!?! Now with Libya exploding through our eyes, I am trying to keep schutum. It’s a terrible and worrying situation but I’m retweeting from the BBC when it’s an interesting point, otherwise I’m ignoring the tweets and reading about London Fashion Week (so glam this season).

Twitter is a useful tool for commercial enterprises and it is still astonishing how many companies don’t use it in the correct way. There are entrepreneurs that have communicated like human beings with their (potential) customers and ended up having strong support for their ventures. Their success has resulted in new ventures trying to do the same thing but failing. Copying is the sincerest form of flattery; but when you don’t do it properly it just makes me not want to buy from you.

Then there are certain groups of tweeps that will just go on and on about one company for ages. It’s obvious you are getting paid to promote them or that you trying to get free stuff from them. It irritates me that people can be so shallow but I guess twitter mirrors human nature – in 140 characters.

The new thing now is to have a twitter account and a blog. You are no one if you don’t have a blog. Now you may say you can talk shelo, you have both. Correct, but have you seen how many tweets I have written?? Many tweeps complained that I was taking up their timeline with my rants/tweets and that it would be best if I consolidate it into a blog. So I created my blog. Of course I love it that people read my tweets and also my blog, but both forms of communication have been started by me for my own narcissism. I love writing and used to be one of those girls with the fountain pen and book, writing all the time. Then I lost my mojo – Twitter and blogging brought it back. Now instead of writing in books for myself to read and cringe at later, I write and allow others inside. If you read my tweets and blog, you read. If not, I have my musings in an electronic form to retain and pass onto future generations. Now that can’t be a bad thing…can it?

Feet first reflexology – Dubai mall

Today I decided that my dear friend @labibalaith and I needed some relaxing reflexology to calm our body and soul after weeks off pain. With voucher in hand we got a booking in the Dubai Mall branch. I like the town centre one but it was unfortunately fully booked.

Entering thru the door you go through a narrow corridor and are shown to your room. It’s very claustrophobic and dark but once in the room you are greeted by a nice leather swirly couch (you know how I love my swirly leather couches).

The lady finally arrived and revealed a sink under the table. She bathed my feet and cleansed it a bit. Then she moved behind me to give me a shoulder and neck massage. This was unexpected as I thought only my feet were to be touched. Luckily I had worn my strapless top so she could easily access my shoulders.

The massage occurred with the use of a towel rather than oils and there was no cracking of my muscles which I think is a sign of a good massage. The massage hurt and burnt and I usually like the kneading of the muscles to be hard.

After that pain she started punching my arm. This was the arm massage. If anyone else had punched me like that I would have smacked em one. Finally she did a forehead massage. All I could think about was “shit this is messing up my makeup”. Not relaxing thoughts.

Thereafter started the reflexology. First my shoulders were provided one of those neck pillows to rest my weary head while my feet and legs were pushed and massaged back into life. There were moments of pain but she persisted until the pain subsided.

After the half hour of reflexology the lady cleaned my towel with a hot towel gave me some water and bobs your uncle finished.

I think my 60 minute of reflexology was changed into half hour of massage and reflexology which was not what I asked for or paid using my voucher.

The experience was nice and helped clear those niggly pains in my leg but the noise didn’t make me relax. I prefer the tranquility of the town centre branch.

The service was great and my lady was very good. If it weren’t for the noise and change of treatment I would have been a very happy bunny.

Rating – 3 out of 5

Benihana Kuwait: The Bloggers respond

Bloggers respond! We are reposting Mark’s original post today to protest Benihana Kuwait’s action and urge the company to drop its unfair and stupid lawsuit.

 

My Benihana Experience

A few days back I posted about Benihana opening up at the Avenues and yesterday night I decided to pass by with Nat and try it out. The service wasn’t too bad for a restaurant that’s just been open for a few days and the staff were really friendly. The restaurant itself is made up of islands and bars with a grill in the middle of each one. You sit around the grill and the chef will come to your table and prepare the food right in front of you which makes things entertaining. It’s actually why I prefer sitting at the bar in Japanese restaurants in general, since you can talk to the chef and watch them put your dish together. The problem with my experience last night though was with the food, it was disappointing to say the least.

We ordered beef negimayaki for starters followed by an Orange Blossom maki and a Hibachi Chicken. The negimaki arrived looking good and was probably the best thing we had there even though I prefer Maki’s negimaki which has a richer teriyaki sauce. The Orange Blossom was very ordinary, wouldn’t order it again. Now the Hibachi chicken which is basically grilled chicken, that was the worst. The chicken was very chewy (I could swear it was undercooked if not raw) and tasted terrible. Even after I had the chef add some more teriyaki sauce in hopes of improving the taste it didn’t work. I tried to dip it into the sauces that came with the chicken but it was hard to figure out if they were actually making things worse or not. Nat only ate one piece of chicken and left the rest while I needed my protein since I’m on a strict diet and forced myself to eat my whole plate (I can do that) but the after taste was really bad. Even the rice and the veggies that came with it tasted bad AND were under cooked. Once we left I considered picking up a frozen yogurt from Pinkberry even though I hate frozen yogurts but I just needed something to get rid of the aftertaste. A few moments later we ended up at Chocolate Bar ordering the gooey chocolate cake (bye bye diet).

I shot the two videos above of the chef preparing our meal. Benihana are known for the live shows they perform when preparing your dish so I was expecting to see [This] but ended up with the above . Would I go back to Benihana? No I wouldn’t. Their sashimi and maki’s are pretty cheap (KD1.5 for 5 pieces of Salmon sashimi for example) but there are two other Japanese restaurants at the Avenues, Wasabi and Maki, and I would prefer either one of those to Benihana.

Check yourself, before you wreck yourself

I just amended my previous blog regarding a certain shop in Al Manara. I had to protect myself and ensure that they didn’t try to sue me for complaining about the way I was treated by them two years ago. They are rich enough to sue my arse and I want my hard earned money to go to my holiday fund rather than for them to buy some more designer swag so I self-censored myself.

If you read my tweets and occasional FB status messages you would know that I am pretty open and unpolicitcally correct. Even my tag line on this blog says “I say what I think and write as I speak” (or something like that). So you can imagine that I am pretty peeved off for having to edit my blog.

I have had to delete a blog previously as it was regarding my ex-boyfriend who was a local. Nothing really derogatory in it, except that I dumped him on said blog, but friends immediately told me to remove it as he could give the blog piece to the police and get me arrested if he felt like it. Luckily as much as we weren’t meant to be together, he wasn’t a spiteful man so i’m free to still blog.

The deleting of the ex-bf blog was self-preservation. The editing is due to the Benihana Kuwait matter which has riled us bloggers no end this week. The piece from @mark248am (http://www.248am.com/mark/kuwait/my-benihana-experience/) (I don’t know how to be clever and make it a click widget so just copy and paste the link boys and girls) was not as negative as some reviews can be in this day and age, but he has now been sued by Benihana for his blog piece.

I have a bad feeing that other corporations, that have no real grasp of social media will take this as a benchmark to start suing others who give negative reviews about their products and services. Instead of embracing social media and its power in this world, they will try to stifle the opinions, creativity and openness which arises from the use of social media.

My reason for blogging is two fold – I was told that I was taking up to much of my tweeps twitter time line with my ranting and raving and also I needed a proper outlet to write. I had lost my writing mojo for many years, but this forum that I created allowed me to express my normal self for my friends and other members of the public to see.

If I was to lose this platform would I implode? Most probably not.

Would my blog be missed? I don’t really think so.

But would I be happy? Most definitely not. So if I can gain happiness from something like my blog who is anyone to stop me from being happy? 

For now I will ensure that I don’t get too negative, but hopefully this stupidity will cease so that we can all go back to being our normal ranting/raving opinionated bloggers.

Winter of Discontent

From job dissatisfaction or insecurity, relationship failings, money issues and general unsettlement, there is an air of unhappiness which is darkening the sky.
Are we expecting more in our lives than we deserve. Shouldn’t we be satisfied with the things we have in our lives, whether it be material possessions, jobs, money, etc. We always seem to be striving for something unattainable instead of taking stock of what we have and being satisfied with it.

We seem to be striving for the high all the time instead of just being normal.  We get the highs such as going out partying, traveling to amazing places, having awe-inspiring shags with multiple people and buying expensive things to make us pretty, but its fleeting. We seem to forget these moments within a few seconds of experiencing them.

So many close friends of mine are unhappy for various reasons. I can give them advice, a bollocking or a shoulder to cry on, but none of this seems to solve the problem. The deep rooted issues have all risen up at the same time for us all and there doesn’t seem to be a way to get out of it.

But here’s a thought: are we being fashionably unhappy to show solidarity to the economic and political crisis enveloping this world?

Or will we get out of this slump when the sun comes back and Kate and Wills get married?

Something needs to happen soon to break us out of this cycle and I think that something is us.

2010 – the year of many downs and a few ups

I know that many people have written blogs about last year and what they thought of it. Well you might be bored of it now but hey it’s my blog so I’m going to write about my year.

2010 early on was shite for me. I had three days of being incommunicado which scared the shite out of my parents, brother, friends and work. I survived the hell and I got out of it a stronger woman but it haunted me for the rest of the year. Thankfully the people mentioned above were there for me with their support and love and I apologise for putting them in that position and thank them for being there for me. I would be a broken woman if it wasn’t for them.

The *insert swear words* couple who stole my money (see previous blog) have yet to be found by Interpol or to return my money. Hatred remained for the whole of 2010 and will remain until…

I also became one of those horribly boring 100+ hours’ working women. Due to a massive project at work and lack of a department except me, I have had to work like a dog with the help of various external counsel to do this project. I have lived on about 3 hours sleep, had near nervous breakdowns, screamed, cried and drowned in paperwork. But on a plus I had the steepest learning curve ever and got to go India (finally) and Geneva for the deal, as well as two visits to London which meant I got to be home more than I expected. Was it worth all the hours of work? I have yet to see, but hopefully there will be a decent size bonus at the end of this long tunnel and maybe a few people working for me??!

Due to the work issue, it meant I once again didn’t get to go on a holiday. I desperately needed a holiday to be away from my laptop and blackberry. I’m hoping this year I get a reprieve and can book somewhere far away to just unwind and read books.

On a plus I welcomed into my life my little nephew, my close friend’s third son and my little kitty Amira. All are completely adorable, lovely and cuddly and I miss them when I am away from them. So I have become an Auntie and cat woman again 🙂

I also had to live through my older cat going through her teenage bitch years for most of the year but she suddenly snapped out of it in November after a super duper hair cut. There was something in that shampoo I tell ya.

With regards to my love life, I decided it would be a brilliant idea to redate my ex from last year and get re-engaged to him. Of course we once again didn’t properly get engaged and he failed to buy me a wedding ring (or anything else for that matter). I realised after a few months that if I loved my cats more than him that it was a recipe for disaster and that it might be best to dump him. Of course, I did the new social media thing and dumped him first on this blog and then to his face. But hey don’t judge me, he dumped me via Facebook (changing his status to single) last year.

I also realised that although there were men to fancy and date this year that I didn’t love any of them or let alone care enough to have them in my life for very long. This realisation dawned on me at the end of the year which was surreally scary. I don’t like being alone and I want to share my life with someone but I don’t want to be with just anyone just for the sake of being with someone. I want to share my life, I want to  be respected, I want to be loved  – I think I deserve it now after all these years of being in the dating world. So I have decided I am going to wait with semi open eyes for that man to turn up. I also think it’s best I stop looking to the past men and also to the men who only want to be friends. For the latter, I need to stop making a fool of myself.

So that was 2010, but what about 2011?  I don’t do new years resolutions, but due to the fact that I have become a bigger girl due to the lack of time to exercise, I have decided that I will start dance classes again  – hip hop classes to be exact. Yep I will be dancing to tinie tempah (my new love) and hopefully will go down two dress sizes by March.

Due to the fact that everyone who is anyone can’t stop giving me a lecture about my smoking, I think it might be time to stop soon. Patches, gum and plain old will power don’t work so I will be visiting a hypnotherapist when I have some time to test that out. It worked for one person I know so it might work for me. Otherwise will try that needle thing that the Chinese do.

My other plan is to redecorate my pad. I cannot take the pink walls any longer and need to clean it up and make it livable again for myself. That will be project numero uno for this year.

Of course I would be disillusioning myself if I didn’t say I wanted to meet someone, fall in love, get married and have babies this year. But I hope for that every year and it’s failed so far so why start this year with a stupid wish. Let’s see what 2011 has to give and take it from there.

To all of you readers have a great year and if it goes shit, just believe that things can only get better. xx