Hola Espana!

I'm off to Spain for a holiday (I know I know, I am already on a holiday :P but who's counting)... For the next 3 weeks it shall be beaches, sunbathing, eating, shopping, swimming and more sunbathing.. yeah!

So, till next time then... Inshaa'a l-lah.

Here It Goes Again

This is such an interesting alternative use for the treadmills... There's no way that these guys are amateurs.

It's So Hot...

• You can say 113 degrees (45°C) without fainting.
• You learn that a seat belt makes a pretty good branding iron.
• The temperature drops below 95 (35°C), you feel a bit chilly.
• You would give anything to be able to splash cold water on your face.
• You can attend any function wearing shorts and a tank top. (and no way you can dress like that over here!!)
  
• You discover that in July, it takes only two fingers to drive your car.
• You discover that you can get a sunburn through your car window.
• You notice the best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance.
• Hot water now comes out of both taps.
• It is noon in July, kids are on summer vacation, and not one person is out on the streets.
• You actually burn your hand opening the car door.
• You break a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 a.m. (I wouldn't know, I am usually still in bed)
  
• No one would dream of putting vinyl upholstery in a car or not having air conditioning.
• You would rather be stranded with your car without petrol than without water.
  

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The Arabian Nights aka 1001 Nights

I have been reading the collection of stories of the Arabian Nights. They are like the fairy tales of the middle east. It was funny how sometime ago someone thought my blog as a porn site... Hahaha... Now I understand why...

Anyway, it all started with the King Shahryar....

Queen Scheherazade tells her tales to King Shahryār.

Shahryār or Shahriār or Shahriyār or Schahryār (Persian: شهريار, meaning The Great King) is the fictional Sassanid King of kings in The Book of One Thousand and One Nights, who is told stories by Scheherazade.

He supposedly ruled over a Persian Empire extended to India, over all the adjacent islands and a great way beyond the Ganges as far as China, while Shahryār’s younger brother, Shāhzamān (شاهزمان) ruled over Samarkand.

In the frame-story, Shahryār is betrayed by his wife, which makes him go mad and believe that all women will, in the end, betray him. So every night for three years, the mad king takes a wife and has her executed the next morning, until he marries Scheherazade, his vizier’s beautiful and clever daughter. For 1001 nights in a row, Scheherazade tells Shahryār a story, each time stopping at dawn with a cliffhanger, thus forcing him to keep her alive for another day so that she can complete the tale the next night. (Information from Wikipedia)

She's such an intelligent woman :)

Inshaa'a l-laah = God willing

I have pottery classes on Monday and Wednesday evenings. So on last Monday I told my teacher that I won't be able to attend class next Wednesday but I will come on Saturday and Monday instead. He was agreeable and he mentioned that Wednesday would be the last lesson for the rest of them as the course consists of 10 sessions.

This is where it got really interesting. One, when I asked at the beginning about the number of sessions per course, I was not given a straight answer. It didn't quite bother me as I thought we will discover the answer in due time. So when I signed up for the lessons in July, I was told that for that fee I paid, it will be for 3 sessions per week and for 4 weeks. Right... I was under the impression that it was only once a week. Nevertheless, I informed my teacher then that I would only be able to attend 2 out of the 3 per week and I will still pay the course fee every 4 weeks or so.

So it was on Monday that I "discovered" that the course is for 10 sessions and not 12. Right... It was fine by me.

Then yesterday, (after I told sir about me only coming on Sat and Mon etc..) teacher said he won't be around for class on Saturday and Monday as he's going away for a break. I was like stunned. He assured us that we can still come by and do our own work in the studio just that he won't be around.

I kept thinking if there was communication breakdown somewhere, or if there was some information that I had seriously overlooked... I guess I was more amused and taken by surprise than being upset. This is really the true spirit of Inshaa'a l-laah.

Inshaa'a l-laah indeed :)