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Everywhere you go people are talking about the $80 billion dollars in debt Dubai recently claimed. When the Sheikh of Dubai came out recently and claimed that the debt had little to do with the government of Dubai, people were a little outraged. So what now? What does this big ole debt mean for Dubai and its future plans? The way I see it a couple of things:First off all the wonderfully large

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Most of you know that I grew up in Dubai till I was about 16 and then moved to Toronto. I visted here 5 years ago, just as the city was beginning to undergo some of its more extravagant projects like the Palm Islands and Atlantis hotel.Today the city is almost complete. The famous cranes still linger around, putting finishing cosmetic touches on the city. The metro line while not entirely

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You know what makes you forget shitty things???Emirates business class on a double decker plane...(Fancy name the the A380.) Each seat is a little pod. The seat retracts full to allow you to sleep as if you were in a mini bed. The service is ofcourse excellent. And they have a bar, so if in the 14 hours after your 3 course meals you get a bit peckish, you can go over and have a chat with a

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To The society of Romantics & Mislead Hopefuls,I met a boy in Miami. Well actually I met two (there were a few more, but T2 and #3 are relevant for this post.) T2, while sweet and fun, didn’t quite click. #3 however was just right. We talked a lot in Miami, which is quite a feat considering all the loud carnival music and sweaty dancing. And he appealed to me.Back in Toronto, T2, message me

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He said to me recently that a woman in his class told him that each day she begins the morning thanking God for her suffering.Without sadness, joy isn’t as wondrous, without loss, love can be taken for granted, without kindness, injustice would be unbearable.He’s never said anything more true.“Thank you God for my suffering”

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My current work situation sees me working for an EB (evil....you get the picture) for the next four weeks.It is a struggle to get out of bed every morning, iron clothes, put on make up and come to work. It usually involves my alarm going off at 7 am, and giving myself pep talks till 8 am…..everyday this pep talk is 5 minutes longer….I then sluggishly move around the condo, eventually tumbling in

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What I forgot to buy on this trip: I love Miami t-shirtFetes I attended: Girl Power, Blocko, Deviate, Veil VibeReviews:Thursday night: Girl Power: So hot sweat ran down my body like I was taking a shower. Had all the ingredients of a great fete: the performances were hot and the bar tenders capable. Saw ma boo Machel up-close and personal; it was so hot he took of his shoes….ewwww!Friday Night

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My Dearest Society of Evil Bosses,On Thursday one of your illustrious members invited me for tea. It was 9 am, and I thought nothing unusual about it. Sitting down in a cafeteria full of people, she peered into my face, and told me, over a cup of tea, that she was offering me an exit strategy.Society surely you can see the folly of firing someone over tea. First off there is the possibility

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To the Society of Evil Bosses:You out did yourself this time. I mean at first I thought to myself how bad could she be? Sure the reputation that preceded her featured words like “witch with a 'b'” “hot head” “mean” but really she came in such a cute well put together package. How bad could she be?First let’s address the make up. It seems she is familiar with two distinct styles. 80’s inspired,

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You know when you’re caught in a loop?Like a flaw in the matrix?And you keep looping back and forth, asking the same inane question, knowing the response, knowing the reason for the response. Yet you keep asking, secretly (not even admitting it to yourself) hoping against hope that the answer will be different.And it never is?How do you close the loop? Make a fundamental change without having to

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Voila!Our new fall look.Thanks Bluey, I think I scooped this beautiful picture of Dubai from your blog a few ages ago.

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Back in the day, I would get on the bus, and instinctively walk to the back corner, and plop myself down, one foot on the seat ahead. I’d lean back in a slouch, looking straight ahead, with attitude that would make Naomi Campbell proud. These days, I get on and sit as close to the front door as possible, folding my skirt neatly to one side, feet tucked in, eyes deep in a book, in my mind cussing

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So says Rhianna.Last night I had an option to continue wallowing, or get up and live my life.I’m glad I chose the latter option, because somehow I ended up in box seats, with great food and drink, watching U2 perform under a giant claw, with the CN tower as a backdrop. Later that night, I was waiting for my bus home, when a cutie struck up on a conversation about my berry. When my bus arrived

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Things are in flux at the moment.My work circumstances are changing quickly, and the next six months could ironically see me looking for a job.I am trying to see the positives, the greatest of which would be the gift of time.The possibilities excite me, an extended visit to Dubai/India, trying out some part time careers like being an extra in a movie or studying for that pesky GMAT.Except, the

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When I moved to Toronto, two of my friends from Dubai emigrated at the same time.Our families decided to help us adjust to our new environment by sending us all to the same high school.Somewhere between university and high school, we all went our separate ways. And I didn’t think much of it.Last year I got a cryptic email from one of the girls, J, saying that she had been very upset with me for

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DJ’s and Promoters are the new spammers: On Facebook I get a minimum of 20 event invites every day. If Sweetflava somebody invitees me to one more ‘this is the event of the year” parties I may scream. I am trying to get my body Miami ready. I have been working out at least an hour each day and trying to fit in a 30 minute walk into my lunch break. In addition I have given up yummy food, for

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It’s been hot, sweltering hot……. sun shining in your face, sweat moustaches on your upper lip, hair frizzing…. kind of hot.Yesterday I realized I love sunshine the way I would love a good man. I love waking up to its kiss in the morning, I love how he encourages me to wear my cutest little dresses, because it’s just too hot to wear anything else, I love how he embraces me at night, so that I have

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I saw Jason Mraz in concert his weekend at the Molson Amphitheater. Toronto has been hit by a bolt of hot, and then hotter weather. So going to an outdoor concert was a treat. Plus I loved Jason’s message of gratitude and love. I spent Saturday with my fav gay BFF. I saw a part of Toronto totally new to me, one with glow sticks, fun famous designers who are sweet and friendly, gorgeous men in

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Exhibit A: A text I receive at 9 am this morning:“So what you into? Boyz? Girlz? Both? What you looking for? What ever happens, happens? Some Fun? Hangout? Long Term? A friendship? Or a lil bonin?”Surely such stupidity is reserved for the wee hours of the morning….perhaps after a hard nights drinking? Sigh!

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Six years ago I met a guy. He was sweet, tall, good looking, and he took me on the best date I have ever been on. The date lasted 14 hours. It was like many great movie scenes melting into another. The second time we went out, I bought my friend J and he bought his friend J. The two J’s hit it off. Really hit it off. Pretty soon, while we were sitting in a park innocently holding hands and the

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Remember that song back in the day:“Don’t take your love, Away from me…(Da doo dad um) Don’t leave me in Misery… (Do doo dad dum) Cuz if you go then Ill be Blue..cuz breaking up is hard to doooo.”So everyone around me is breaking up….ok so I exaggerate, but still quite a few of the lovers in my life are going through a rough patch. And while I feel sorry for them, the real annoyance comes when

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To my dearest CNN,When Iraq invaded Kuwait for the second time I was 14. The year started out normally enough; a growth spurt, the realization that boys could make your heart flutter and the first girl/boy party. Then things began to get a little nutty. There was Saddam on the TV sprouting all sorts of nonsense about Kuwait. And suddenly before we knew it, the news came that the duffer had

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The dog ate itMJ’s passing leaves me affix-iated to the TVThe Black Berry Photolog post, while a hot idea, didn’t quite come out the way I envisionedI am going to a cottage this weekend…my first cottage experienceA friend passed on soca cd’s and I am busy driving around Toronto, jumping around in my car, singing, “Jouvert, Jouvert….I gotta go” while people on the road give me dirty looksI spent

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I got a great blog coming in.I just have to Locate my Black Berry Connector wire thingy (how I described it to the guy a Best Buy)And then, boy oh boy do I have a blog for you,

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