September 30, 2005
twist of fate
I feel awful. My brother's gracing the local health institution in Cyprus.. apparently neither he nor I can travel without catching some horrible disease.
September 27, 2005
rote lippen sind zum küssen
Ladies and gentlemen
Please welcome the star act of tonight….
(appropriate drum roll)
Gloss posing as…
a BOMBAY HOOKER!
(appropriate applause)
Enter stage left, smile, smile, turn, smile, seductive glance, exit stage right.
My new job has all sorts of interesting twists and turns to it. Yesterday I was told that a model of our team’s colour tour fell ill and they needed a replacement. Always a willing subject for any sort of relooking, I willingly spent this afternoon at the hairdresser’s salon. I was poked and prodded, tugged this way and that and had to endure three rounds of colour and bleach (2 colour, 1 bleach). But the final result is a beautiful warm brown with cherry red streaks. Apart from the fact that it took the stylist five hours (no exaggeration!) I would say it’s a look well worth recommending!
When all four models were coloured accordingly, we rushed over to the venue. There I met with something I had not bargained for: red makeup! Red eye shadow, red rouge and red lipstick: I looked and felt like a true hooker. And guess who I had to thank for this getup: yours truly, myself! I had come up with the great idea that the models’ make up should reflect their hair colour and as I was sporting cherry red.. well, you can do the math!
Generally speaking I tend to go for the natural look (i.e. no or minimal makeup) – pure laziness on my part – therefore my reflection took some getting used to. But after an hour or so I began to fully appreciate the handiwork and judging from my boyfriend’s reaction I really need to get someone to teach me how to paint my face. Hmm, wonder if a trace of this motivation will still be around tomorrow.
Throughout the show I sat and smiled, being as friendly as possible with one’s fringe obscuring one’s view. It was quite funny; apparently the cherry red tone came out too “warm” on my hair. As it is supposed to have a “cold” effect the stylist explaining my look to the audience came up with a brilliant save: because my skin tone is quite “cold” she used this colour but because my eyes are surprisingly “warm” she did this and that to support the warmth of my eyes. (I was like: eh?! )
Please welcome the star act of tonight….
(appropriate drum roll)
Gloss posing as…
a BOMBAY HOOKER!
(appropriate applause)
Enter stage left, smile, smile, turn, smile, seductive glance, exit stage right.
My new job has all sorts of interesting twists and turns to it. Yesterday I was told that a model of our team’s colour tour fell ill and they needed a replacement. Always a willing subject for any sort of relooking, I willingly spent this afternoon at the hairdresser’s salon. I was poked and prodded, tugged this way and that and had to endure three rounds of colour and bleach (2 colour, 1 bleach). But the final result is a beautiful warm brown with cherry red streaks. Apart from the fact that it took the stylist five hours (no exaggeration!) I would say it’s a look well worth recommending!
When all four models were coloured accordingly, we rushed over to the venue. There I met with something I had not bargained for: red makeup! Red eye shadow, red rouge and red lipstick: I looked and felt like a true hooker. And guess who I had to thank for this getup: yours truly, myself! I had come up with the great idea that the models’ make up should reflect their hair colour and as I was sporting cherry red.. well, you can do the math!
Generally speaking I tend to go for the natural look (i.e. no or minimal makeup) – pure laziness on my part – therefore my reflection took some getting used to. But after an hour or so I began to fully appreciate the handiwork and judging from my boyfriend’s reaction I really need to get someone to teach me how to paint my face. Hmm, wonder if a trace of this motivation will still be around tomorrow.
Throughout the show I sat and smiled, being as friendly as possible with one’s fringe obscuring one’s view. It was quite funny; apparently the cherry red tone came out too “warm” on my hair. As it is supposed to have a “cold” effect the stylist explaining my look to the audience came up with a brilliant save: because my skin tone is quite “cold” she used this colour but because my eyes are surprisingly “warm” she did this and that to support the warmth of my eyes. (I was like: eh?! )
September 06, 2005
Hair Sun
Spent the whole day at the hairdressers on Friday „getting to know Redken’s customer“. I must say I am really glad I did not become a hairdresser, the people those poor girls have to deal with!
But the perks of my new job (so far) have been amazing: around midday I was approached by two trainees who announced that they would practise their pampering skills on me. Always one to help where I can I bowed to the call of duty! They gave me a thorough head & shoulder massage as well as the full works: scalp treatment, deep moisturising treatment & a special treatment against split ends! Highly recommendable!
But the perks of my new job (so far) have been amazing: around midday I was approached by two trainees who announced that they would practise their pampering skills on me. Always one to help where I can I bowed to the call of duty! They gave me a thorough head & shoulder massage as well as the full works: scalp treatment, deep moisturising treatment & a special treatment against split ends! Highly recommendable!
Change
Today I finished my studies!!!! V.v.v. happy!
Totally shattered as well, spent the entire afternoon running around Zürich looking at flats.
A new life begins!
I cut my finger on a razor blade as well.
A bad omen?
Totally shattered as well, spent the entire afternoon running around Zürich looking at flats.
A new life begins!
I cut my finger on a razor blade as well.
A bad omen?
September 03, 2005
Starbucks
"Seven Ways to Order Coffee"by John Lee
I
At dawn, the dark roast scents greet
each visitor as well as the soft
elevator music, bohemian style.
Grande latte for the earlyriser next in line.
The mid-lifer seeking
every excuse to wake from endless slumber.
II
For during the nine to fivers rush,
Skim latte, with a touch of cinnamon
and a scone for the businesswoman
sure of herself and her drink preference.
III
At ten and leisurely on his way to work,
with the chatter of technology
from cellphone rested to ear,
the young executive-to-be orders
the chocolate mocha, rich and creamy,
he's just not into coffee yet, but
seeks the comforts of conformity.
IV
From the mid-morning respite,
office workers make a trek,
two by two or four by four, they
make their way for morning seconds.
Ill to work, they seek the pleasure of a
gingerbread latte break, a special just in season.
V
Into lunch, the coffee grinds whir,
never ceasing until every last drop is poured.
An assistant pushed to the brink arrives,
sunglasses neatly on top, seeking sugar to burn.
Iced mochachino and an expensive sandwich for her.
She's got another five before it's off to do more.
VI
Black coffee for the afternoon gent.
He's realistic and experienced in the world.
Never embellishing and always forthright,
you can tell he's too honest for his own good.
VII
I stand behind them in line. Waiting
for a chance to order what I covet
--white chocolate mocha -- three pumps of chocolate please,
not four. Wondering what they will think of me
Thank you M for supporting my addiction! ;-)
I
At dawn, the dark roast scents greet
each visitor as well as the soft
elevator music, bohemian style.
Grande latte for the earlyriser next in line.
The mid-lifer seeking
every excuse to wake from endless slumber.
II
For during the nine to fivers rush,
Skim latte, with a touch of cinnamon
and a scone for the businesswoman
sure of herself and her drink preference.
III
At ten and leisurely on his way to work,
with the chatter of technology
from cellphone rested to ear,
the young executive-to-be orders
the chocolate mocha, rich and creamy,
he's just not into coffee yet, but
seeks the comforts of conformity.
IV
From the mid-morning respite,
office workers make a trek,
two by two or four by four, they
make their way for morning seconds.
Ill to work, they seek the pleasure of a
gingerbread latte break, a special just in season.
V
Into lunch, the coffee grinds whir,
never ceasing until every last drop is poured.
An assistant pushed to the brink arrives,
sunglasses neatly on top, seeking sugar to burn.
Iced mochachino and an expensive sandwich for her.
She's got another five before it's off to do more.
VI
Black coffee for the afternoon gent.
He's realistic and experienced in the world.
Never embellishing and always forthright,
you can tell he's too honest for his own good.
VII
I stand behind them in line. Waiting
for a chance to order what I covet
--white chocolate mocha -- three pumps of chocolate please,
not four. Wondering what they will think of me
Thank you M for supporting my addiction! ;-)
September 02, 2005
Time
Two weeks have flown by and tomorrow I face the challenge of preparing for my final oral exam on Tuesday. As of Tuesday, 10 am, I will (hopefully – cross my fingers) be finished with my studies! Time surely has flown!
The highlight of my week so far has been a boat trip on the lake of Zürich last Tuesday. I accompanied my two bosses to a client’s salon, who as soon as we arrived informed us that there had been a change of plan and that she would like to invite us out on her new motorboat. We had so much fun and completely forgot the time that I ended up staying at a colleague’s place. I really need to find a flat or room in Zürich!
The highlight of my week so far has been a boat trip on the lake of Zürich last Tuesday. I accompanied my two bosses to a client’s salon, who as soon as we arrived informed us that there had been a change of plan and that she would like to invite us out on her new motorboat. We had so much fun and completely forgot the time that I ended up staying at a colleague’s place. I really need to find a flat or room in Zürich!
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