Who Needs Food? - I Need Pants!

I haven't resisted and I've bought two pairs at Tranquillo. They are made from good material and are eternally comfy too :o)

Here's what they look like:

Seriously ladies?!

Everytime I go to the ladies room at work, not only here but also at my previous jobs, it smells like a monkeyhouse hosting diarrhea... and just sometimes I would rather see the whole Saw horror series than what I am seing. There's paper, there's water - for crying out loud, there's even a insence spray and desinfectant! What is the problem?

How to Tie a Sari

I have bought a sari a few days back, because I think it's beautiful, it can be humble and can be even worn to work, if an appropriate colour is chosen.

However, I've been fighting with the application very much (haven't handled it yet) so I dare post the instructions from a Czech site Sari.cz
1. Chose an appropriate underskirt with a firm rim, so you can hold the sari in place with it and start at your right hip at the front, stuffing the sari behind your belt. The wider rim is the bottom one. I would chose to wear a carina top underneath and matching hijab, unconflicting with the colour of the sari.
2. Turn the sari once around you firmly.
3. After you have it once firmly around, create a harmonica on your belly with your fingers, approximately 10 to 12 cm wide, 5 to 10 bends, depending on the length of the sari and then turn the harmonica to face the other way.
4. Turn the sari around you once again, but this time pull it upways, above your breast and below your armpit.
5. Now fix it to your shoulder, possibly with a safety pin. The part to be on top is the decorative rim.
6. Now pull the remainder of the material over your way and fix it to your hijab as best it suits you.

It is really beautiful, yet still halalible and is a type of dress which will insulate heat, thus keep you cool in summer and warm in winter. For summer, light viscose (or for those of you who can aford it silk) is best and in the winter, I would use either a thicker viscose, or cotton (or the silk, but more layers?).

Would you wear it?

My Blood Type - Don't Be Square

I have found the shop I would burgle and strip bare to wear! I am in love. Being muslim doesn't mean I have to be boring in black. It's elegant, but that's the best I can say. I would literally kill for the trousers below and their collection is pretty much hijabee. Feel comfortable and funky in Tranquillo.

WE WON!

WE WON! WE WON! WE WON! WE WON! WE WON! WE WON! WE WON! WE WON!!!!!!!!

Slovakia beat Italy 3:2 and New Zealand and Paraguay ended 0:0 so we are through!!! Us and Paraguay.

Ode to FIFA World Cup

The time just made an eight year loop and I am 14 again and sooo excited about the FIFA World Cup. In 2002 I was so in love with Brazil for their Yoga Bonito style and great players. Who wouldn’t fall in love, if their first visual contact was that of Ronaldinho tackling the whole field and scoring a goal to a stunned David Seaman? I was lost and the passion for this player held me a very long time. My admiration will always stay the same, though the same cannot be said about his skills.
However, Brazil had a dream team. Does any of you not recognize Cafu, Roberto Carlos, Ronaldo, Ronaldinho and their like? I think that anybody, who knows that football is a game played with a ball, handled in majority of times by the foot knows who these are.
The finales then had me sitting on the edge of my seat the whole of the +-90 minutes. Though I was supporting the winning side, the Goalkeeper of all goalkeepers in history, Oliver Kahn, was on the same side of the pitch that my favourite forwards spent most of their time. I wanted Brazil to win, Germany to lose, but simultaneously I desperately wanted Kahn not to let anything in.

This year, the Brazilian coach, Dunga, decided to abandon the Yoga Bonito style completely, if favour of injecting the Brasilian representation with fresh young blood. I don’t deny him his right to do so and since Brazil have secured their place in the next round, neither the wisdom of such a decision. However, there was no beauty in the matches I have seen. Cafu and R. Carlos are old, Ronaldo is fat and Ronaldinho notorious for his preference of the N Clubs above the F Clubs and what happened to Adriano I just don’t know. However, having at least one of them sitting on the bench, to be sent out at least for a few once the lead of Brazil is secure would have me sitting on edge again, waiting for the last five or ten minutes where I could enjoy the samba football. Nostalgia is a strong sentiment and it would secure my loyalty, no doubt. Ronaldinho at least. Please. He had some bad time in Barca and later in Milan, but from reports I have read, he improved to his former form within the latter part of 2009 and in 2010 and was beyond praying to be included in the 23 chosen ones.

I am a fickle fan it seems. I will support those, who I respect and who can provide me with a show, which will pump me with adrenaline for the suspension and awe for the beauty of the game. Though my national team is still in, probably singing their requiem in a play against Italy as we speak, Spain have caught my heart. I do pray for a miracle for Slovaks, and as Gigi Buffon is supposed to be taking a day off today there is a possibility, though very faint. However, my football faith in them is proving weak and I am skeptical.
Replacing my canary number 10 is a La Roja top marked with a 7. Art is art and Villa caught my heart. The two goals against Honduras were the most beautiful I have seen in ages (though I haven’t seen much football lately, except for a Barca match here and there) and I was hoping to see a hat-trick and failed by a few centimeters in a free kick. I am forgiving though and will give the talent of this tournament a chance to charm me further tomorrow, when Spain will have to prove itself against Chile to move on to the next level. He does have a one up for me as he transferred to FC Barcelona recently.

I am currently trying to pirate through work to stream the Slovakia-Italy match, so will abandon you for the moment, but I’ve just been informed, that Slovakia is winning 1:0. Sorry to rush it, but I’ll be back!

PS: Pictures and style will be edited later. Very restricted here.

The World Is Turning Way Too Fast

At least that is what I feel lately. I get up in the morning and before I even notice I am getting up in the morning. Except, that it's not Monday anymore, but Tuesday... Wednesday... A brief flash I don't even register, which I think is called a weekend and Monday again. I've heard of the term social life, briefly in passing during my short encounters with the TV, but I haven't had time to look it up in the thesaurus yet.

How does this even happen? All through high school time dragged and if I tried I had whole hours of "I just wanna be bored now" and I used to dislike them, at least if I didn't have a book in hand. Now I know, that being bored is a privelege.

It's been bugging me, where all the time went, but then I did some simple math and suddenly I knew.

A day has 24 hours. 8 hours of that should (if you have any respect for your health) be sleep. 24-8=16. 9 hours is my working day. 16-9=7. At least 1 is personal hygiene. 7-1=6. 1h 30 is transport to work and back. 6-1h30 is 4h30. Another 30 minutes are transport to the gym, 1h is excercise and 30 minutes on top for the extra hygiene in order to be able to get home without killing flies by stink. 4h30-2=2h30. In that, there is still breakfast, dinner, some pet care, shopping, checking out the news so that I am aware, whether there is WW3 or not, possibly house chores, if unless like me you have some decency in yourself and contribute to maintaining a home a home and not a stable.

I spend an hour every morning trying to force myself to get up. Alhamdulillah, I have a family. Since in this I am a failure they do the forcing for me and make sure that I don't get fired from my new job while within probation period.

The new job is the good news! I've started on Monday and I am eternally happy to be given such an opportunity. Thank you ex-boss! If it weren't for your continuous efforts to get rid of me, either by bossing or by defenestration (and as the modern offices don't have openable windows, only the fist option was valid) I would still be stuck in a job I hate, working with people who often aren't my cup of coffee and getting a smaller salary than now.

Have you ever noticed how beautiful silence can be? In this world you almost cannot, but I have found a peacefull oasis with only waves of stress, not an innondation. The printers are behind glass walls, all phones on silent and phone booths for people to call from, so I get to do all my online trainings in an atmosphere, which sounds like paradise.

As the day is way too short, I still don't have all that much of a social life, but now I have a life. One that I can be proud of too :o)