The Lady is moving, in more ways than one.
I've decided to chronicle my imminent departure from the sandlands on a new blog, now hosted at another blog host.
Yes, trying to customise one's blog on this particular host is an ass-about-tit task... but in the end, I do like seeing my pages updated as I save them, rather than having to wait hours (if not days) for Blogger to get its finger out. I'm still working out some of the kinks, so bear with me.
Name: The Lady
Email: Drop The Lady a note
Home: Dubai, United Arab Emirates
About Me:
30-something. expat-brat. creative-genius. photography-fiend. shop-aholic. party-animal. dog-lover. fine-diner. chai-aholic. music-fanatic. wannabe-world-traveler. recent gym-junkie.
Email: Drop The Lady a note
Home: Dubai, United Arab Emirates
About Me:
30-something. expat-brat. creative-genius. photography-fiend. shop-aholic. party-animal. dog-lover. fine-diner. chai-aholic. music-fanatic. wannabe-world-traveler. recent gym-junkie.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
I've decided it's finally time to bring my blogging-about-Dubtown BS days to an end. To those of you that noticed by recent AWOL act, this will come as no surprise.
In a few months, I will no longer be the Dubtown Lady...as I depart the sunny shores of Dubai and return to the much, much cooler climes of Canada. And although I doubt the T.Dot version of this blog will be rearing its head any time soon, I'm sure my web presence will not end with this blog closure.
Keep watching this space, I guess.
In a few months, I will no longer be the Dubtown Lady...as I depart the sunny shores of Dubai and return to the much, much cooler climes of Canada. And although I doubt the T.Dot version of this blog will be rearing its head any time soon, I'm sure my web presence will not end with this blog closure.
Keep watching this space, I guess.
posted by The Lady at 12:51 PM | 2 comments
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Dubtown’s continued obsession with controlling social networking websites always makes for an interesting debate. The TRA strives to eradicate “objectionable” material, and yet, the same exist, in living colour, right in our back yards.
It’s a bit like the coffee calling the kettle black.
It would sometimes seem that people in authority fall a few dirhams short of reality. How one can validate “censoring” silly, for-amusement-only, web applications, when there’s bigger pimps to fry, is beyond me.
This utopian Dubtown only exists in the glossy magazines and tourist brochures, and a trip down to the colourful Bur Dubai/Golden Sands district will show anyone why the world’s oldest profession will outlive us all.
So let them censor the ‘naughty’ stuff, I say. At least it gives me a reason to pull myself away from facebook, head down to the local, get tanked on a few bottles of grape, and go home with a complete stranger for a fervent night of bumping uglies.
No really, thank God for censorship.
It’s a bit like the coffee calling the kettle black.
It would sometimes seem that people in authority fall a few dirhams short of reality. How one can validate “censoring” silly, for-amusement-only, web applications, when there’s bigger pimps to fry, is beyond me.
This utopian Dubtown only exists in the glossy magazines and tourist brochures, and a trip down to the colourful Bur Dubai/Golden Sands district will show anyone why the world’s oldest profession will outlive us all.
So let them censor the ‘naughty’ stuff, I say. At least it gives me a reason to pull myself away from facebook, head down to the local, get tanked on a few bottles of grape, and go home with a complete stranger for a fervent night of bumping uglies.
No really, thank God for censorship.
posted by The Lady at 4:22 PM | 2 comments
Friday, January 18, 2008
The Lady recently became the proud owner of a spanking new gym membership. And (if that wasn't enough) I've also flushed my nicotine addiction down the toilet. 2K8's resolutions are now in full effect.
Day 18, more than two weeks into the year, I have to admit I've never felt more invigorated. No smokes, 6am workouts four times a week, and a brand new outlook on life and the pursuit of happiness.
Day 18, and the craving for a mushroom-swiss burger, and that all-satisfying post-meal cigarette, just kicked in.
Why is it that we only make these imprudent resolutions while downing copious amounts of Moet on New Year's Eve? Is that the source of these little bubbles of motivation? Was the elastic band on my conical party hat so tight it ceased all circulation to my brain?
And yet...resolutions are a good thing. We make them because we know we're doing something very, very wrong. Let's be honest - health and fitness should be a conscious year-round effort, and contrary to what Jim Jarmusch would lead you to believe, coffee and cigarettes don't really make an endearing couple. If I can sustain this momentum and newfound enthusiasm for more than four weeks, then I'm on my way to achieving the glory of home plate.
So, as hard as it may prove, I shall strive to keep my resolves for '08. And in 347 days, when I'm tunelessly belting out 'Auld Lang Syne' yet again, I will probably resolve not to make any more resolutions...ever...whilst proudly showing off my toned, svelte, fit little body.
posted by The Lady at 6:52 PM | 4 comments
Monday, January 14, 2008
In keeping with the new year, new me role, I've given the blog a wee bit of a facelift.
This year, I'm adopting the KISS principle at work and play. We spend so much time over-complicating every aspect of our lives, so in '08, The Lady plans to keep it simple...stupid.
With that said, all the silly graphics and kooky links have been deleted (why GoToot when I don't really toot?).
Still some work to be done, and a few more new additions...but I'm hoping you like the 2K8 look.
This year, I'm adopting the KISS principle at work and play. We spend so much time over-complicating every aspect of our lives, so in '08, The Lady plans to keep it simple...stupid.
With that said, all the silly graphics and kooky links have been deleted (why GoToot when I don't really toot?).
Still some work to be done, and a few more new additions...but I'm hoping you like the 2K8 look.
posted by The Lady at 12:58 AM | 4 comments
Saturday, January 05, 2008
I'm a self-admitted facebook junkie.
For someone who swore never to join a social networking site, I well unashamedly say, I am addicted. Hook, line and sinker. It's all anybody talks about these days.
"I had a great New Year's Eve. The photos are up on facebook."
"They now have seven kids! It's all over their facebook."
"Have you seen how fat she's grown since high school? Her shadow needs its own facebook."
Yes, facebook - where you find old friends and stalk them (I once read somewhere). Its success lies in its appeal to our voyeuristic tendencies. We're nosy, and we want to know what you're upto. And who you're dating. And what you've named your cats and/or kids.
You know you're an FB-junkie if the first thing you do at work is check your facebook "notifications" before sieving through the remaining 120 work-related emails.
You know you're an FB-junkie when you keep refreshing your email to see if your friend has responded to your wall post in respond to her wall post in respond to your wall post.
You know you're an FB-junkie when you spend half your day reading other people's "Mini Feeds" to see whose "Walls" they've written on.
You know you're an FB-junkie when you communicate with an old friend more on facebook than you ever did via letters, telephone or even e-mail.
You know you're an FB-junkie when you get notifications sent directly to your Blackberry device.
Yes, I'm addicted, and I'll facebook your dad if you leave me online long enough.
posted by The Lady at 1:01 AM | 5 comments
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