tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85660832692782762562024-03-13T13:51:33.112+00:00Dilemmas of an Algerian Girl in LondonI don't really like the word blog, but it seems pointless to fight it, Zis is a blog.
If you want to know more about an Algerian girl who lives in London and struggles with thoughts that are beyond the remits of her understanding, stories of society and social climbers of love and deception and of a status of seemingly eternal singlehood, then you are in the right place...Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236992136654777795noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-47980043540929245252021-06-24T14:34:00.005+01:002021-11-11T15:20:55.050+00:00The MOT dilemma!So with lockdown now lifted (a while ago now, but these things take a while you know!), I
busied myself about getting my MOT sorted, you know...general sheering waxing of eyebrows, beard, legs, beaver...what have you! The haircut, was surprisingly the most painful, perhaps made worse by the hairdresser's constant moaning, she seemed to be very offended by the state of my hair and I was Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-54537071836189158452021-04-21T13:42:00.003+01:002021-04-21T14:25:14.753+01:00Isolation Media
Since when has it become socially acceptable to respond to someone's message with a like, a mere double tab and that's it, the end of the conversation, an unceremonious "like".
As I was going through the list of friends I have to call for a proper catch-up, I realised it wasn't always like this and no, it's not because of the lockdowns, but I fear the main cultprit is social media.
For as Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-16447489862649594012021-03-29T13:25:00.001+01:002021-03-29T13:25:22.201+01:00 At least you still have a job! So
I started a phased return to the office and the first thing that hit me
was how relieved I was, how guilt free I felt, how I was possible for
me to go pee and not worry to miss and email or a phone call, how it was
acceptable to go forage for food at lunchtime without the constant fear
of missing one of the multitude of meetings that seem to appear at all
times of the day! NowDz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-31086928778835365472020-07-28T14:26:00.001+01:002020-10-19T13:26:45.900+01:00Wonderings!
As you know I wonder about a lot of things, how alcohol
is made, what are clouds made of and if I can eat them…things like that!
Lately though, I have been wondering how many people who are
seemingly now experts on virology and epidemiology were also experts on
European law and world economics during Brexit, and how Algerians have nothing
to envy to the Brits in that, they are experts Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236992136654777795noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-17079707092182388292020-05-01T16:03:00.000+01:002020-05-01T16:03:33.716+01:00Twenty Twenty!
Confinement is bad enough, now Ramadindong has come too!! That's a lot to take on, I wonder how the challenged in the field of multitasking are doing! Like someone once said to me, how can women be so good at multitasking if they cant have sex and a headache IAt the same time! I know am struggling.Trying to find ways to occupy myself whilst pretending also to work from home, send a couple of Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-82900731696389791072020-04-21T16:45:00.000+01:002020-04-21T16:45:36.459+01:00Confinement diary - Day Fuck knows!
It's gotten so weird out, people snitching on each other to become "good citizens", a dictator sprung up in Hungary, Trump...well continues being Trump, at least he's consistent I guess. It's like the prelude to some far fetched dystopian plot or one of those nightmares that every time you wake up from, you go right back into it once you fall asleep again!The other day there was a couple Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-19523517440594953432020-04-16T16:10:00.000+01:002020-04-16T16:13:04.870+01:00Confinement Diary - Day X
I want to be somewhere on a warm sunny sandy beach, not too far away...somewhere close. It seems the comfort of home is too easy to get used to and so difficult to break from, I don't feel ready to part yet, I've grown used to my routine, much like inmates...refusing to leave prison at the end of a long sentence served.
We are all inmates, settling into our routines and learning to live in Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-36606662003295084902020-04-15T19:53:00.000+01:002020-04-15T19:53:03.185+01:00Confinement Diary - Day £$@£$$$%%%
That's like me...but sans ring!
Was very much amused to read about the man arrested last week carrying about 60K worth of cocaine, he told the police he's a key worker....a sort of side-road pharmacist if you will.
I wish I was a key worker, I was deemed too weak to be a key worker, on account of my case of cancer! This cancer keeps getting in the way of my dreams.
So instead, I spend Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-86635073803438175862020-04-08T12:09:00.002+01:002020-04-08T12:09:22.462+01:00Confinement Diary - Day 14
Paradox!
So I reach my own 14 day confinement and show no symptoms...I wonder if I am in the clear or if I am a carrier...silent or with delayed onset...I feel like Shrodinger's cat...I both have and have not got the virus...
I am both bored and busy,
I am both scared and carefree,
I am both a critical worker (yes Finance) and useless,
I am both hating and loving confinement,
I both go out Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-54248248798071975852020-04-06T12:39:00.000+01:002020-04-06T12:39:12.953+01:00Confinement diary - Day 13
I am slightly surprised when I see adverts from fashion shops, summer dresses and sandals...I want to believe we will be back to those times, when we could buy summer sandals and hats and know we can soon get to wear them on a nice little getaway or a far away holiday...I so want to buy summer sandals, shift dresses and play suits...project myself into a near shallow fun future I long for...Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-15161018690980966312020-04-02T11:58:00.002+01:002020-04-02T11:58:39.960+01:00Confinement diary - Day 10
I noticed some social norms are beginning to shift, ever so slightly...though sometimes very noticeably, like your nosey neighbours becoming blatantly curious about who is visiting you and why...because of course they are concerned with contagion.
It was a sex video chat...nobody visited me Kate! hold off on calling the police just yet.
Outside, it feels like everybody is watching everybody Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-44131313748025771022020-04-01T11:25:00.000+01:002020-04-01T11:29:18.158+01:00Confinement Diary - Day 9 (retrospective)
Mourning!
The earth is said to be breathing a sigh of relief as reports of signs the ozone layer may be healing, of the air purifying, of dolphins returning to the Venice canals, to nature enjoying a break from the human bulldozer machine, of endangered species getting a fighting chance...these come as blessings we are willing to accept in exchange for the misery and horror that has Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-63466091463424539262020-03-27T16:49:00.003+00:002020-03-27T17:56:54.198+00:00Confinement Diary - Day 6
36 degrees? Dude is not even sick!!
Because I went out yesterday (to work), it doesn't count as a confinement day and so I am allowed to remain on diary day 6 (instead of day 7). See the logic?
Today I stayed in, sat in the garden and contemplated nature, met a lovely little spider, I think his name is Sanjay, he's a web designer. we exchanged pleasantries, though I had none to offer, much Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-52387628990099932982020-03-25T17:10:00.002+00:002020-03-25T17:11:42.971+00:00Confinement Diary - Day 5
Love in the time of Corona (Extra)
Confinement day 5 (skipped over day 4, bad luck), day 3 since a DFS sales advert was last spotted.
To those fuckers who keep posting photos of them with their partners, captioned Love in the time of Corona, I say share responsibly as I cannot guarantee the degree of sluttiness at the end of this ordeal and made especially difficult by your misguided Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-74521439982975749172020-03-23T12:47:00.001+00:002020-03-23T12:47:46.750+00:00Confinement Diary - Day 3
The whole world seems to be in total lockdown or self isolation except for the Brits, who all broke out their shorts and SPF50s, parks are busier than ever before now the sunshine decided to show its conspirator face. It seems the concept of dying is not scary enough here, perhaps they still believe in the goodness of the Viral community in that viruses will keep their word and never breakDz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-14909196418404762982020-03-22T14:39:00.000+00:002020-03-22T21:11:27.850+00:00Confinement Diary - Day 2
The weather has decided to be clement (in London, I don't care about the rest of yous), so I sit in my garden, soaking in the sunshine, try as best I can to ignore the screaming kids next door and their scolding dads, thinking they must both be missing their mistresses!
I ponder the current situation and how much I miss Brexit, the uncertainty and agony of it, ah good times! Remember when Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-43241640520799425972020-03-22T14:38:00.002+00:002020-03-22T21:01:14.222+00:00Confinement Diary - Day 1
Down to 2332 toilet rolls, it's been 22 hours since I last visited a gym, 1 kilo up in weight, barely made it through 3 pages of a book, went through half my snack stock.
And started feeding my cat sauce based food, in an attempt to marinate him from the inside, should I have to eat him, if I am down to only Brussels sprouts.
Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499606436391793225noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-49123448423980896472020-02-26T11:23:00.001+00:002020-02-26T14:00:54.310+00:00Laughter cures all ails?
I am hereby advocating self-fondling, self-exploration as it
proved useful to me when one night when I was having a whale of time with myself, I found a lump in my beautiful, gravity
defying left breast, and which later turned out to be cancer.
Don’t panic I said to myself, I promptly had it removed and
followed it up with a month of radiation and a trip to Chernobyl as a top-up!
you Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236992136654777795noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-90886679266167593252019-06-26T13:53:00.000+01:002019-09-24T16:32:21.699+01:00I put the "I" in Single
Years and years I've been whingeing about being single and the plight that comes with, pissed off a few readers, got some interested, others irritated and bored myself with it. Then I thought what if I actually just came out and faced it.
I am single and am totally ambivalent about it, why aren't you?
It seems the only pressure I feel about being single is when Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236992136654777795noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-43840348574115466852019-05-02T10:53:00.000+01:002019-06-26T13:46:47.890+01:00Algeria calling!
This year will make my 18th in the U.K., going on 19th and I can safely say. Thanks very much for the laughs and the good times, the humour, the extra kilos, the shit weather, the amazing experiences and the opportunities (such a twatty expression) but it's time to leave.
Though I say that, I feel like a deserter, who leaves when the going gets tough with Brexit looming and all, Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236992136654777795noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-78804067372580435512018-01-16T11:24:00.001+00:002020-03-03T11:26:09.331+00:00A new year and a few positive thoughts...
First day back in the office so effectively first day that
counts and I realised I am not totally unhappy about being back in London or
the office which is a massive change from previous years where I was often depressed
about it and thus wrote more or whinged more, this sprout of positivity I have had
over the last year or so is really hindering my creativity, it seems I am Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236992136654777795noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-88869768620382750742017-07-10T15:51:00.000+01:002017-07-10T16:00:28.920+01:00Out and out
I managed about three days
before the red rivers of Lucifer opened up and I had a good excuse as any to
take an early breather. Once the 5 customary days (stretched to 6 on the count
of one red spot on my knickers) were over I started psyching myself up for the
arduous observance of Ramadan but there was no will power to be found, I looked
again and rummaged in the abyss of myDz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236992136654777795noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-70957919804323135062017-01-23T14:09:00.002+00:002017-01-27T09:42:17.951+00:00I call bullshit!
I always had high and renewed hopes for the New Year, I
always excitedly jot down a list of things I wanted to achieve, countries I
dreamed of visiting, kilos I desperately needed to lose and I go about
my year working on my objectives with such optimism you’d think I was American.
But this year feels different, something is definitely missing…I didn’t even
make a list! I am consumed by Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236992136654777795noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-78049220134208951532016-09-23T16:10:00.001+01:002016-09-23T16:10:30.237+01:00Space-filler, time-killer....
Life has been good lately (please take a moment
to look into the above picture for 2 seconds), hence the lack of blogs posts. You’ll
forgive me I am sure.
A little recap is due I think:
Work: Going
good, typically getting in when it’s time for coffee, lunch mostly al-desco,
gym when ALL my muscles don’t hurt at the same time, this age thing is really Dz-Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236992136654777795noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566083269278276256.post-23209844921001016682016-06-10T17:20:00.001+01:002016-06-10T20:43:31.190+01:00A summer to remember
Many people don’t have a lot of memories of previous Ramadans,
except for the distinct and unhappy recollection of hunger, thirst and the long hours
of deprivation. But nothing else is noteworthy,
nothing else seems to happen in this month, especially when you (not me) spend it
horizontally for over ten hours a day!
Last year, was a different story, last Ramadan was a
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