Which salon do you go to ? Do you visit a 'western' one or stick to the Arabic ? Which is best wax or shira? Pluck or thread?
Thursday 26 July 2007
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August 2nd 1990
Katie
(Songwriter:
Jimmy McCarthy)
Tumbling curls of green by stainglass streaming light
And a yellow coloured lampshade
Used to keep us up all night
And the smile upon her face,
The tears upon your cheek
And the night sky on the window
Your heart calling out to me.
Come running home again, Katie
Come running home again
Cross my heart and hope to die
Shall I cause another tear from your eye
The mirror that won't talk and your nightgown on the door
And the old pedal Singer just don't sing no more
You can roll the reels for hours
From the movie of this book
It's a question mark on this heart of mine
Sends an elder back to look.
Now I'm looking through a tunnel
Back into the room
With the genius of a druid when the sunlight floods the tomb
And I'm never going back there, and I couldn't anyway
'Cause though I made the great escape
I never got away.
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August 2nd 1990
Another of my favourite songs...from long ago.
Katie
(Songwriter:
Jimmy McCarthy)
Tumbling curls of green by stainglass streaming light
And a yellow coloured lampshade
Used to keep us up all night
And the smile upon her face,
The tears upon your cheek
And the night sky on the window
Your heart calling out to me.
Come running home again, Katie
Come running home again
Cross my heart and hope to die
Shall I cause another tear from your eye
The mirror that won't talk and your nightgown on the door
And the old pedal Singer just don't sing no more
You can roll the reels for hours
From the movie of this book
It's a question mark on this heart of mine
Sends an elder back to look.
Now I'm looking through a tunnel
Back into the room
With the genius of a druid when the sunlight floods the tomb
And I'm never going back there, and I couldn't anyway
'Cause though I made the great escape
I never got away.
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About Me
What do you take on your toast?
Would you forgiev a sibling anything?
Just a thought......
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
5 comments:
Well after living in Kuwait for 16 years, and having suffered from some bad experiences in the 'Arabic salons' I certainly prefer to opt for the western salons. Better service, trained staff and I don't need to answer all the questions from everyone including other clients, not just employees!
How did you meet your husband? where do you work, whats your husband's family name? How many children do you have? and so on and on and on.
Best western salon in Kuwait has to be soho, love everything about it, the atmosphere, the products, the stylish decor, the coffee oh and a great hair cut! soho 3902077
Lovely little arabic salon in Abu Halifa, La Rouge - friendly staff, cheap prices and good quality colours for hair and not cheap nail polish. It actually lasts without chipping!
I find that the western salons are better for comfort and cleanliness, the decor is usually better and you get a more luxurious service- although some can be a bit hectic!
have to agree that western salons are definately cleaner, especially when it comes to cleaning and sterilising tools etc, also products are much better - better selection of products to buy and use at home too. love soho, especially their tanning
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