Showing posts with label Principles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Principles. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 November 2013

No More Scissors!


If you're a fine haired lady, you've seen it almost everywhere - something along the lines of 'If you have fine hair, you are more susceptible to breakage and split ends and should trim more regularly to get rid of them.'

Okay. Well, that's advise I've been following since 2010.

During the past few years, I noticed a recurring pattern with my hair that went a little like this:

- Hair suffers from breakage
- I do a search and destroy and get rid of my split ends
- Hair suffers from breakage
- I do a search and destroy and get rid of my split ends
- Hair suffers from breakage
etc

Because I had fine hair, I knew split ends were inevitable and was determined to get rid of them.

Can you see that split near the top leaf? Noo joke, my split ends.

My little revolt against trimming more frequently happened quite by accident. I got a hair cut. Then I went away and promptly lost my hair shears.

During the (rather frustrating) period where I searched for the shears that didn't want to be found, I came to the realization that, even after the trimming, the cutting and the split end elimination, my hair was still breaking.

If split ends are inevitable on my fine hair, then even after trimming, they'll still be there and I'll be both suffering from breakage and getting rid of length.Wait...didn't that mean I was cutting and trimming my hair despite the seemingly inevitable damage I was going to have? Thus, I was chopping off progress... in the hope of progress????



I stopped looking for those scissors QUICKSHAPP!

We were done. Finished. Finito. End of. Nevermore.

Yep. I've quit cutting.

Well, okay, not forever, but I've drastically reduced it from every month to once every year. I'm gleefully anticipating my results (can't be worse than what I was doing before...)


Thursday, 6 September 2012

Term 3: When it all goes Pete Tong

When I think about my grand plan, and the actual reality, I get slightly overwhelmed with sorrow and want to lie down and not get up.

Athriftymrs was not joking when she was talking about how organisation = being thrifty. In the last week, I lost something and the costs and repercussion costs amount to more than £150.

So yeah, being organised spatially does help you out when it comes to things like saving money.

A few months ago, one of my house mates asked me whether I was task or people orientated.
I immediately said task-orientated - I love having goals and working towards them.
But. I'm not a robot. In order to have been completely task orientated, I would need to ignore a lot of people.
And be heartless enough not to cover people when they're standing in front of you, looking into the depths of their purse/wallet/pockets.

I feel I should mention this.

Because these last three months have been a bit of a financial car crash.`

I'm trying to take the stance that money spent is money spent and there's nothing you can do to make it come back. In the end, it never really belonged to you anyway.

Nuff talking. Here're the figures.


Friday, 8 June 2012

If you bake, you're a baker...

I lost my purse and was looking for it (as well as for some spare sympathy).

Me: *whining* Why can't I find iiiiiit? First I lost my debit card and now I've lost my entire purse! Why do I keep losing stuff?
House sister: Well, some people bake and are bakers. And some people lose things and are...
*Slowly realising where this conversation if going, I give her a stony glare*
House sister: *grins* Losers!

Well, at least I know now who not to turn to when I want a crumb of compassion...

Friday, 2 March 2012

Last year, I gave up meat for Lent.

Well, not really gave up. I decided to look at it less from what I was not getting and more as a glance at that which I had left to totally and completely embrace.

This year, I've not been so easy on myself.

I've given up hair blogs *passes out*

Even typing the words makes my insides crawl at the thought of it.

Partly, it's to cut down on my electricity and laptop usage. I will quite happily spend at least 5 hours every day on my laptop simply clicking through to random blogs and watching people (the amount of hours I spent watching people on Youtube has in no way transferred to my styling skills in real life. Ergo, twas a waste of time).
And secondly, it's because I have a serious, serious addiction. The few days when I finally decided has been incredibly difficult. Two of the most visited  pages on my google chrome new tab thingy are hair blogs (mainly hairscapades, due to a combination of regular updating and brilliant, engaging content). My shy, private nature has become much worse in the last couple of weeks and being in real social situations has started to seriously stress me out (yes, it's that bad).

The rules are simple: Absolutely no hair blogs (unless a post comes up in my reader that is apparently non hair related - which kind of nullifies the absolute part of this rule) and no using the laptop between 8am - 12pm. I'm still allowed to update here though, because if not the back log of thoughts will build up in my head and drive me mad.

Hopefully, this will give me enough time to start back up and improve on my atrocious sewing skills....

Friday, 17 February 2012

The myth of the Stupid Question

It was a semi balmy day and my siblings and I were stretched out in the living room, too satisfied with our current positions to even consider moving. Suddenly, the Rebel Sis perked up, looked me straight in the eye and asked:

"Hey. What's the Holocaust?" 

For a second, I stared back incredulously - was she serious? Was she genuinely asking me this question?
But just then, I remembered - she'd spent two years of her schooling in Nigeria during when thy would have taught the Holocaust at school in England. Although I wasn't incredibly sure, I doubted that the Holocaust was a huge part of the Nigerian curriculum. Upon realising this genuine reason for her not knowing, there was also a part of me that was chuffed that she'd thought to ask me to enlighten her upon this topic.

On the flip side, when my mum and I were in the kitchen prepping food, whilst peeling the obligatory onions and garlic, I looked at my mum and asked, "Mum, does garlic grow on trees?" My mum had grown up on a farm and so threw her head back and started laughing at that simple question that seemed plain ridiculous to her. When she had finished displaying her mirth, she opened her her eyes to see my patient fifteen year old self waiting for a response. I had grown up in London, and never grown anything of my own because we bought everything from the supermarket, so how was I to know?

Thus it drives me nuts when questions are labelled 'stupid'. It shows a massive assumption on someone's part that certain types of knowledge are universal and prevents people who don't know from learning. because they're afraid of being painted as stupid as their question would be seen to be. 

I don't know if I believe in stupid questions. But I know I think that childlike questions definitely exist - questions innocently asked to someone they trust has more knowledge in that area than themselves; questions that they genuinely would like the answer to; questions that show a gap in knowledge that they long to have filled.

Basically, it means they trust you more than they trust Google.

Thursday, 2 February 2012

Thrifty Thursday: Twenty is Plenty

Firstly, I have to put my hands up and confess - this idea was not an original one of mine. It is actually based off an idea started by Penny Golightly, except that she is far more hardcore and keeps to £10 for a week.
During my first reading of the said post, I was completely and utterly convinced that I could complete such a feat with ease. But as I took my time to read over it again, I was struck by a sudden thought:
"Wait a second...surely this tenner challenge can't include food too?!"

Food can be a rather large expense for me. I like it - I enjoy sniffing it, cooking it, even looking at it occasionally and I especially enjoy eating it. Which is why I know that there is no way in heck that I would be able to survive on £10 for a week.
I eat a lot; if I go longer than 4 - 5 hours without eating, trouble starts to brew. My shiny demeanour starts to dull and fade, I get grouchy, I get grumpy. As my blood sugar drops, so does my mood and I turn into a furious harpy, intent on devouring the nearest edible thing.
It's really not pretty and I would advise keeping a distance of at least a mile (3.6km).

 I once managed to survive on £9 for 5 days. I was incredibly proud of my thriftyness, though entirely focused on finally being able to restock that Saturday for the entire thing but then I completely and utterly blew it on the Friday night by eating out with friends and the portions were so offensively small, I ordered dessert too (sticky toffee pudding - oh, it was divine).
My handy dandy budget that I meticulously fill in every week helps me keep track of what I'm spending and where I've spent it. Which is how I've noticed that my food spending is going up and up and nearing the £40 per week mark.
A few years ago, I'd have spluttered in indignation at the very thought of spending £40 a week on food. What exactly has changed? Surely not my appetite (though with the cold we've been having lately, can you blame me? Obviously my body is craving more insulation.... ^_^)

Anyway, to cut this increasingly long ramble shorter than it could be, I've set myself the challenge of spending £20 per week on food in total for the entirety of February. All food is included! That includes eating out, food shopping and junk food.
Surely, £20 will be plenty?

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Round My Hometown

I had been up in Nottingham over the weekend, so I was late to hear the news. My cousins, who were staying over, were telling me that shops in Stratford had been raided.

Raided? What did they mean raided? Didn't they mean robbed?

And then I went onto the BBC website and saw the news and felt my heart sink to new lows and my stomach trembled violently as I watched parts of my beloved hometown disappear in smoke and anger and destruction. The realization hit and I was winded by it. The chaos was spreading throughout England, mainly by broadcasts over Blackberry messenger, and my facebook timeline showed a range of emotions, spanning to fury, fear, disappointment and attempts at strengthening humour by others.

I pray for strength for the police forces, doing their best to hold back the roaring mobs.
I pray for comfort for the business owners who will have to face the devastation this morning.
I pray for calm for those whose hearts and pockets felt empty and restless enough to take advantage of a sad situation.
And I pray that London will remember itself, recapture itself and somehow manage to rise from the ashes, so that when it hears this song, its depths feel pride in knowing that these words are still true.

Monday, 18 April 2011

A Blessed Simple Thing

Upon receiving a phone call from me where I was slightly upset (potentially on the verge of tears, let's not talk about that) about my loss, The Wonder Thing came straight over...

and he even bought me flowers.



Truly, he lives up to his name! 

Which didn't exactly help stem the (extremely mild) flow of tears.

And then, upon finding out that I was going to have to catch up on a few thousand words of my dissertation because I am a numpty who does not know the word 'back-up', as well as completing the entire thing, he made me a delicious Victoria sponge cake (sandwiched together with delectable globs of butter cream and jam) to keep me going ('cos I loooove the cake!).

It was the size of a dinner plate.

Would have taken a better picture if I hadn't been so eager to start on it...


Om, nom nom nom nompfh!

That was what it  looked like after the first day.

I don't have any pictures for the second day because, if I remember correctly, it was gone.

And my family came up with a new laptop, which I am currently typing on now, and removed the empty husk that used to be previous work companion.

Two words describe my life: Joyful and Blessed


And some blessings you've got to work for so like many of my peers, I'll be away from my blog hitting the books once again, but I've got some scheduled posts will to be going up, and I'll be popping back every now and then to see how it's going.

And commenting on other blogs in random, yet predictable moments of procrastination.

Saturday, 1 January 2011

Resolution Revolution!

Since it's the start of a new year, people are looking forward to things they hope to achieve this year, or in the future.
It's an exciting time!

I always make goals and set targets almost everyday, because otherwise I wouldn't get anything done.

Sometimes, I still don't get anything done. But you know. I made the effort of writing what I could've done down. Surely that counts for something?

So, this is all the aspirations I posted at the beginning of the academic year as well as some more stuff that I've added. At the very least, I am now accountable to you lovely readers.
The goals with (in progress) next to it are all things I'm working towards - For example, I can't truly say I've quit Theatre Group until the end of the year comes and I haven't been involved in anything they've done.


1. Have an awesome stall at Fresher's Fair!    DONE!

2. Get a high 2:1 (above 65%) or a 1st in my degree (in progress)

3.  Quit Theatre Group! (in progress)

4. Finish my dissertation (in progress)

5.  Get onto a PGCE (in progress)

6. Cut cake making down to once a month    DONE!

7. Get my bento making game up to scratch! (in progress)

8. Be able to have a gentle conversation in Mandarin and/or Japanese (in progress)

9. Help my college team get 3rd or 2nd place in the league (in progress)

10.  Stop getting sucked into the ridiculous drama of a certain friend group(s). (in progress)

11.  Focus on the Belly dancing society properly (in progress - it's going well!)

12.  Stop ignoring my commitments. Or, stop signing up to so many (sssh, pretend we don't see the irony!) (in progress)

13.  Hit Bra Strap length with the hair (in progress)

14.  Learn to use the family camera (because my camera phone is pants)! (in progress)

 15. Run a 5k....? Okay, maybe that's reaching a little bit (meh, still thinking about it)


16. (New!) Stop being a chicken and get someone to teach me how to swim properly 

17. (New!) And skate. Preferably roller, since I don't like the cold.

18. (New!) Do more with the blog - post at least once a week. Maybe do some give aways or something.

19. (New!) If the J.E.T programme doesn't happen, go to France for the summer.

20. (New!) Get creative with my crafting and try and finish at least one project a month

21. (New!) Master the art of flat twisting

I love deciding on things I'm going to do and then working towards it - it gets me all excited and gives me something to work towards. 

What's everyone else bringing in for this year?

Monday, 4 October 2010

It's Fresh Meat Week!

Er, I mean, it's Fresher's Week!

That means a buck load of new university students are nervously unpacking their bags and duvets, and undy wears (hopefully) and pictures and teddy bears and other stuffs.
They've said good bye to their loved ones and kicked their napping mothers out of their (single) beds.
So, as someone who has been through it twice before, having survived armed primarily with ear plugs and a mean mugging expression, here are some tips for les newbies!

Before we begin, please be aware that if at the time of reading, it's not legal for you to drink in your country, don't take my advise as a reason to start. Mmmkay?
Plus, I'm really fussy and am only friends with people who shower on at least a weekly basis. You may find some people who aren't that bothered. Everybody's differeeent!

Financial

1. Getting money is exciting. Especially money you haven't worked for (yet). Please prioritise what you spend it on! Yes, that designer something may be cute looking and if you wear it every day for your entire degree, then you'll get your money's worth, but if you die of starvation first, then that's just plain stupid. So remember to buy food, okay?
No, seriously. I have seen people try and survive on Sainsbury's basics 9p noodles.
It's not pretty.

2. When you go home, go shopping at home.

By this, I mean raid the cupboard of tinned things.

You, Indiana Jones. Can of Baked Beans, Holy Grail.

3. Always ask if a shop has a student discount! The worst that could happen is they say no.
Unless they start throwing eggs at you instead.
That's definitely worse than them saying no.
But hey, at least you know not to go back there now!

4. If there is a freebie fair, go and pick up all the special offers and discounts that you can.
Getting there before it officially opens, since all the second and third and fourth years will have done this. I found Masters students in the front of the queue!

5. ...but at the same time, only use the special offers when it's actually worth it. Using the pizza voucher and splitting the cost (and saving) between 3 of you is sensible. Using the £9.99 for a pizza of any size voucher to eat an extra large pizza every night is plain stupid. (Unless you're financially inclined that way).
Especially if you're doing it by yourself.

6. Everyone's situation is different. So, for some people, it's cheaper or them to eat together and share out the cost that way.
But if you find your friends are constantly coming over to yours and never invite you to theirs for dinner. Well. I think this makes you a bit of a schmuck.

Or Nigerian. Or a Monica hostess.

Or maybe you don't like your friends' cooking.

Moving on swiftly....

Social

7. Beware of taking pictures. They will turn up on Facebook. Even if you un-tag yourself, they're still there! Lurking on the interwebs....

8. You know that person who gets wasted and throws up and their clothes get all ripped up and stuff? And they wake up the next day completely ignorant of where they are?
Don't be that person.
Especially now that Facebook will rat you out to your family.

9. All the drinking and bar crawls - these aren't the only way to meet people and make friends (especially if you're not into drinking). Societies are a great way to meet people with similar interests.
It makes sense, but I know a depressingly large amount of Fresher's who don't do anything in their first year.
Except drink, but that kind of goes without saying.

10. Try and get out of your house and have a bit of a wander around campus. Where I live seems to have been built especially to prevent socialising, but doing simple things like leaving your door open, or going into the communal space to introduce yourself to your room/flat/house mate is one way to get to know peoples.

11. Hygiene is important. Your flatmates are unlikely to find the mould on your plate as hilariously funny/intriguing/delicious as you. You don't need to be obsessive about it, just polite. For example, try not to culture a new breed of bacteria in your tea cup.
It makes the Earl Grey taste funny.

12. When you're out and about in town, just have your head screwed on and do the usual (especially if you're in a big city):
- Don't leave your drink unattended, or it may get spiked. Yes, this does still happen.

- Always keep an eye on your friends, and hopefully they should do the same for you.

- If someone you know is wasted, don't leave them by themselves.

- Try and hang out with people who had an iota of a sense of responsibility if you plan on murking yourself stupid.
If you constantly go out to get drunk , you may find a lot of people won't want to hang out with you. See 6 and 7

- Don't think it won't happen to you, because that's when it usually does. So walk in well-lit streets, preferably sober and always tell people where you're going. If walking is out of the question, phone for a cab from a reputable company and makes sure they have your correct details.


13. Look after yourself! If you're on campus, and you no longer have your family to care for you, you need to act an adult. (Note I used the word 'act'). Like, trying to take regular showers. And eating well.
Burgers and chips are yummy, but after a while, they'll wear your body down.
And you can't think straight because your brain hasn't got any real fuel to run off, (because Haribo is not a food group, nor does it contain any real nutrients), and you have a feeling that that funky smell is coming from you, then your mental self (as well as your physical self) will suffer.

Oh, lord, how it will suffer.

If not for you, at least look after yourself for the rest of the world. We have rights, you know.
Enduring your unholy pong is not one of them.

Academic

14. Yes, I know lectures (in most courses at most universities) aren't compulsory. I mean, most teachers don't even take register! And if you've stayed out until 5am that morning, that 9am lecture doesn't look too great.
But let's do some maths.
For the academic year 2010-2011, the average English/Welsh student's tuition fees are £3,225.
And let's say you have 8 contact hours a week on average, and ten weeks in a term/semester:

So £3,225 / 3 (terms/semesters) = £1075 per term/semester

£1075 / 10 (weeks) = £107.5 per week

£107.5 / 8 = £13.4375 per hour.

So every time a lecture is missed, the average student pees £14 down the drain.
Once or twice is fine.
If you're really not that bothered, stay at home, don't go to university and save yourself £30,000 worth of debt.
But if you never turn up, that's a truck load of money you've spend for nothing.
Do you know what I could do with a truck load of money? I seem to remember touching on it here.

15. Not withstanding the financial cost, it could hit you academically: if your lecturer says something life-shattering that turns out to be an exam question, or gives everyone a hand-out, or explains something that you don't understand 25 weeks later, the night before your big exam ...

Well, all the Red Bull and Haribo in the world can't help you now.

16. If you can, try and do a little bit of work before the deadline. And I don't just mean the night before. It will soften the blow of the inevitable all-nighter. The first one is the hardest.
You'll swear you'll never do it again....

This is usually a lie.

17. If your lecturer gives you an article to read that they've written, don't decide not to read it simply because you think they're arrogant.
Embrace the arrogance.
Encourage the arrogance.
Reference the arrogance in your essay and exam.
And when it is time to graduate, get the arrogance to write you a glowing reference.

18. Most courses you have to work hard to actually flunk.

Please don't work hard in that direction.

You will shame your family, and no longer be able to raid the cupboards for food.

19. If you need help, then find out where to get it. Ask your tutors or your classmates. Some universities have specialist departments that help students look over their work and give them feedback and help.
Ask SOMEONE.
But don't be irritating about it, constantly harassing the same person who has the same, if not heavier, workload.
For example, if you were sick and missed the lecture, I will give you my notes.
If you went out, got wasted, made out with 25 different people, threw up in front of my door and before crawling into bed and missed the lecture, which I know all about thanks to a certain social networking site, you can bloody well jog on mate.

20. Most importantly, have fun! Try and leave with (mainly) good memories, rather than sucky ones of you being stuck in the library for the entirity of your degree, because you were so obsessive over work.

Or, just a big blank for the last couple of years, since you've been so wasted you can't remember any of it.

Dude(tte). Not cool.

Remember the work life balance - although you're there for a degree, university/college is all about the experience as an entirety.

Enjoy yourself!

Friday, 1 October 2010

Final Year aspirations

I should be moving onto campus tomorrow (and technically, I should be packing now).

Agh! Last year of uni!

I thought I'd write a list of stuff I want to have achieved by the end of this year:, academic and otherwise:

- Have an awesome stall at Fresher's Fair!

- Get a high 2:1 (above 65%) or a 1st in my degree

- Quit Theatre Group!

- Finish my dissertation

- Get onto a PGCE

- Cut cake making down to once a month

- Get my bento making game up to scratch!

- Be able to have a gentle conversation in Mandarin and/or Japanese

- Help my college team get 3rd or 2nd place in the league.

- Stop getting sucked into the ridiculous drama of a certain friend group(s).

- Focus on the Belly dancing society properly

- Stop ignoring my commitments. Or, stop signing up to so many (sssh, pretend we don't see the irony!)

- Hit Bra Strap length with the hair

- Learn to use the family camera (because my camera phone is pants)!

- Run a 5k....? Okay, maybe that's reaching a little bit.

I mean, there's goals, and then there's dreams...

Anyone else got any targets they're aiming for by summer time?



Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Homies, why do we have a problem?

I was reading the Natural Haven a couple of minutes ago, and her latest post made me think about this weekend.
In her post, she says:
"The top benefit of wearing your natural hair 100% of the time is beyond the physical experience but rather a mental one. You have to love
the person in the mirror and you have to see her as beautiful (failure is not an option if you want to be happy with your self image).

It is a life altering experience
to know that your beauty does not rely on what others tell you but rather what you see. This has been my experience and I can confidently say that yes I am cute all day, every day."

I come from a culture where the way you act, reflects upon your family. Therefore, the way you dress may also reflect negatively upon your relatives. And now it looks like how wearing my hair is affecting my family as well!
Most Nigerians - heck, most Africans I know - wear some sort of weave or extensions. And I am not against that. No, seriously, I'm not a natural hair police woman, giving out sentences if you decide to do something to your hair that I don't. I doesn't affect me personally, so I'm not really
bothered.
In another post, I talked about some weddings and the reaction my hair garnered.

Apparently, my mum received some phone calls from some concerned Aunties asking what exactly was going on with my hair.
And it made me think "Whoa. Hold on a second. What's exactly is your business with my hair?"

Unfortunately, I was not made aware of when my hair was made public domain.
But it seems that a lot of woman, when they switch it up dramatically, like the length, the cut, the colour, have unwarranted negative comments come their way. "Oh I liked it better before" "Oh, why did you do that? You used to have such good hair!"
Whoa! Since these people are commenting on your hair and passing judgement, maybe it really belongs to them, and they were just lending it to you!

Here's news for you: It's not theirs. It's not on their head. Therefore, it's not their ish.



It gets me that some people actually thought that my hair was a cause for concern.

Let me repeat that:
The issue is that my hair isn't relaxed
Not that I am not currently suffering from any societal problems that we see in the news.
Nope. I'm not driving my parents around the wall with my juvenile antics.
No. None of that. Just my hair. I know I have some mashed up hair days, but I'm still in the process of learning. I like wearing the hair growing out of my scalp. I don't want to use relaxers on it. Nor am I fond of wearing someone else's hair on my head (no hate to the real hair wearers).
Why is that so hard to understand? Why is that mentality seen as so strange?!

In this day and age, we campaign against putting animals in small boxes, but why do still insist on doing this to people? Eurgh, so-called common sense, I wash my hands of you!