I initially used the Commonwealth Qantas Rewards points system for over 2 years. And then figured that it would take me a lifetime to accumulate sufficient points to acquire miles for that dream holiday.

Hence, I switched to a Credit Card linked with Velocity.

Velocity being associated with Virgin seems to have far more benefits.

For starters, create a velocity account and link it to each Virgin Flight you Book.

For ever purchase one makes using their Veolcity Credit cards helps accumulate points.

The probability of obtaining a free domestic flight tickets seems more attainable.

Moreover, the gift card/product range that Velocity offers is quite decent.

tambrahmrage:

It isn’t until he goes to the US for his MS that he really starts missing that most cringeworthy term for curd rice

Based on an idea by @rahulceg and @ramyavenugopal

ISM Days 
We were made to run 4 rounds of our school field for being late. Not once have I ever been late in spite of living 20 kms away . To those of you who wonder how and who know of my  ’lemme sleep for 5 more mins please’ syndrome. All the credit goes to my wonder parentals who chased me to the washroom after which I’d comfortably nap in our master suite bathtub . Followed by the mother who ran until the lift door shut, braiding my hair and dad with my choc galaxy milk packet with the-when-will-she-leave-to-boarding-school-look on his face. The big sister had left home for uni by then so it gave me ten extra mins to sleep without having to fight for whose turn it was to get our hair done by the mother. I’ve chased the bus until the gates of bahwan towers , until my fav omani driver uncle stopped. Even hopped on the neighbor building school bus , pretending like I like I was a resident of the opposite complex .And this involved a lot of effort i.e.,  jumping two walls/cheevathu, it wasn’t easy . That reaffirms my dads oh-so-famous dialogue of kutti cheevaru aiyduve . I’m so proud of myself for never being late and school began at 7 am which meant we left home during sun rise at 6.15 am.-Just one of my greatest middle school worries has been explained in the above para. There’s more to follow.
Streaks where ‘just in’ during senior high. So one by one all my girlie school buddies graciously made their way to one of those few salons that existed in Muscat City and got their hair smudged with the limited available color range of the rainbows. A month later the then acting Vice principal declared on the PA system that the colored hair children had a week to streak hair back to black. My amma called me *perate thalla because Id progressed from pigtails to ponytails which had to be straight like a ruler and I would make all possible excuses and even left home earlier for athletic practice on weekdays to keep the oil on the hairs away. Ever since I left home I oil my hair twice a week and take really good care of it. I have long, luscious, silky hair and would not have it otherwise ( errr…with occasional bad hair days). A change neither the mother nor the grandmother can fathom.-And I use L’oreal cuz im worth it :P
The indoor/classroom sport activities that we picked up at ISM or rather the only form of learning that ever happened were how far & accurately can u chuck the chalk, flying and making paper planes, catapult, hand wrestling and others.- I still fly like paper and get high like planes.
If it drizzled meant school was shut and this one time in 4th grade ( i should sounding like that chic in American Pie) it rained and I saw water flowing through our wadi for the first and last time. We were sent home early and my mother wanted her piece and quiet so she me to Al-FIKIR( the Arabs pronounced it as al****eer ) so that Id be back home just in time for lunch .The single largest  still operating stationary shop in Al-Khuwair to buy myself oil pastels for art lessons that I went for every Wednesday noon under the able  Mr. Mistry whose hair do seemed like a huge mystery that made him look disabled .
Making loo visit after every alternate period was correlated to your cool quotient. I went to a co-ed school while most jokes verred around how-much-we-hate that teacher , how we’d rather be hanging around the cafeteria,  the cute guy she had a crush on and how he turned out to be a jerk.
March past practice only happened after recess during noon. No amount of sun block or lip balm helped the over conscious girly girls of my school. While I was just proud of being naturally tanned. Oh And I was a tom boy then.
Im a brat and I wouldn’t be loved if I were otherwise
Ps:- I dedicate my first blog to the Hamster who instilled that I can, I will write someday no matter how/what it turns out to be and inspired by Priya Ramani.
http://www.livemint.com/articles/2007/08/17235821/School-days—The-simple-life.html