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And then…?

Now, the facial

I read about a home facial at Lily and decided to get one. The steaming went well, I’d done it before. The cleanse was effective, though after rinsing off the pretty blue gel, my face felt a little dried out. Toning, not so much; my face felt a mild sting.

It’s not supposed to do that, right?

The sting was around the nose, so I assumed it was from blowing it all the time.

Then exfoliation. Ooookay, not too bad. The apricot seeds smell kinda nice. Great texture too.

Then the face mask. I used a purifying mud pack coz, you know, I’m shiny.

*blink blink*

It stings.

I mean it stings.

No, seriously, it really stings!! It’s not supposed to do that, is it?

I tried to suppress the screams. After all, siri ya urembo ni uchungu, au sio? Hence braiding, threading, waxing, tattoo-ing…

But fcuk, it STINGS!

Slight digression: Where’s the Italics shortcut on Office 2007?

Eventually the stinging stopped, and I kinda liked the teabag feeling on my eyes.

A few days later my face had … er … [sun?]burns … in several places. Notably the places with the sting. And the heat rash. The portions felt rough and scaly. Like industrial leather. Crud!

Turns out I have dry skin. I always thought I had oily skin coz I have blackheads and my face shines so much. I’m like organic vaseline. But after the burning and the rough scaly patches that migrated around my face for a few days, I remembered some crazy facial lady claiming I had dry skin. Hmph. Oh well, at least the stinging stopped.

This week, I switched to Bio Oil and Dry Skin products from Himalayas. So far so good. I want to try their refreshing fruitpack made specially for dry skin.

**Biting nails**

I sure hope it doesn’t sting…

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Breathe slow

So many songs are composed about breathing. It’s a reflex action that the body performs, it’s not something we even think about. Our bodies can’t forget to breathe, they’re just not built that way. So it’s interesting that we have to keep reminding ourselves to … breathe.

One of the breathing songs I like so much is by Alesha Dixon. I think it’s the chanterlude that does it for me.

… ladies never lose compoooooosure…

I’m an overthinker. I analyse everything. And I think everything can be analysed. So I find it hard to comprehend that some people do things ‘just because’. There has to be some deep-seated reason behind it, some motivation, some **insert appropriate foreign idiom here**

The weird thing is that any time I do things ‘just because’, I end up in trouble. I blame it on my Se function. It’s inferior for a reason.

Today I did something ‘just because’. It felt right, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

It wasn’t, clearly.

Oh well.

So now I am reminded of the obvious. Before I say, text, or tweet anything, I need to stop, think, breathe, count to ten.

[and possibly chant ladies never lose compooooooooosure]

Of course that will make conversations much slower … but then it will also keep my foot off my mouth. I know I’m getting into yoga, but I’m not that flexible… yet.

Someday, I shall be able to twist like a yogi, suck on my big toe and make it look good. Till then…

Breathe slow, count from one to ten with my eyes closed, cause ladies take it in and get compooooosure, ladies never lose compooooosure.

Baby girl is growing up. Slowly, yes, but I’m getting there 🙂 Not really complaining though, I’d be lost without my daily dramas. Life would just be so … booorrrriiiinnggg!

Disclaimer: Kindly ignore the rest of the song lyrics, waaaay to intense for my mood today *grin*

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G-squared-W-B

One thing that amuses me about me is … well … actually, lots of things amuse me about me. So let’s just deal with the GI of the day. GI here would be Giggle-inducer. What. It’s Friday. And it’s really really hot.

Anyway, back to the GI of the day. What has me SOL-ing is the things that inspire posts for me. I just read a random rant about IT somewhere, the kind that I usually do, and it made me re-realise something. No, that’s not a typo.

Disclaimer: I might be a little high on solar. I’m just saying.

Anyway. I was saying. I have recently confirmed my [insisted] belief that undomesticity is an INFJ thing. I also consistently say that apart from, you know, the extra x, cuteness is my only feminine attribute.

Now for a lot of people, cuteness is a good thing. I mean who can resist a little girl, right? And if the little girl is a full grown woman, then  that’s even better. Coz … you know … that one.

Trouble is I like geeks. And geeks, for the most part, do not hazard little girls. It’s one thing to put on my little girl voice [well, actually, as Archer can tell you, my little girl voice is kind of intrinsic, I can’t really put it off!] Anyway, I can easily bat my non-existent eyelashes and purr squeak at some guy and get him to open a jar for me. Not that it works – apparently having dreads and climbing roofs to fix your own aerial kind of disqualifies you from damselship. Apparently.

My point is, while the little girl that I am can sometimes get guys to, you know, do my homework, drive me places or jpeg my PDF files, it is virtually useless when it comes to geeks.

Case in point. I am staring helplessly at my computer trying to get it to do something, anything really. But it just sits there blinking at me. I call resident twigget for help, but since he knows that I am not, you know, helpless, he doesn’t jump to my rescue.

When he finally does get here, rather than being a darling and fixing my mess for me like any standard boy-type hero would do, he stands about two feet away and  gives me instructions. That’s right. Instructions. He tells me what to do.

Now that would be fine if I needed to, say, reassemble a jig-saw puzzle. But when he says stuff like:

Check the drivers.

Drivers?

Yes, and you need to look into the cache.

Cache?

Is it emptied? You may have some cookies overloading your network.

Cookies?

Your machine is sending out packets but it’s not receiving any. Something must be clogging your bandwidth.

Packets?

Is there an echo in here?

Echo?

Good lord!! Of course each echo is greeted by a dramatic rolling of the eyes and an even more dramatic sigh.

It’s at that point that I decided it’s not enough to just love geeks, I need to go geek. I need to promote my fetish from a mere compulsive proximity to geeks and actually become one.

I am now an official Geek-Girl-Wanna-Be.

Besides, geeks are hot, geek girls are hotter. Just look at Leslie Winkle.

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