Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
How adorable are these? I'm gonna see if I can find a pair like these in Bandra
These are amazingly pretty too. I don't think I'll find something like this in Bandra, but you never know.Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
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The inclination towards fashion and shopping became clear after the Osho's post.I mean when a person writes about shoes,then you can understand that the person is obsessed.Well as for me,so long as you're happy with shopping and don't go crazy over it(which you have anyway!) then I think its cool.Wow you use tabs and all,huh,FANCY!
Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know, shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
I know! I'm turning into a girly girl. H-E-L-P!
Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know, shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
LOL.I don't know if being a girly girl is a bad thing?By the way,really clothes over books??for YOU,who considers books to be her oxygen and her method of surviving on this dwindling planet!?lol
Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know, shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
Books ARE my oxygen and I wouldn't mind at all if you're offering me books with clothes :D
Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know, shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
lmao!
A post out of nothing :P
Anyway talking about the sides to sanity/insanity...Which side were you?:P I agree that you need a push but still right now are you insane or moderately sane!
Cheers!
reach me back at: www.cherryantacids.blogspot.com
Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know, shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
Lol :P Well see I'm right at the edge of sanity and just one inch away from the *other side* So yeah, I guess moderately sane is fine.
Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know, shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
hehehe...thanks for reaching back...Hmm so moderately sane is fine :P...LOL :P :P
Somehow I dont agree....
And yea you said you dont like poems...Try this and give your honest opinion...
http://cherryantacids.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-crush.html
cheers!
Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know, shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
Omg btw thats my other alias here...Comfortably numb a.k.a Homer simpson :P
Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know, shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
Ooh Homer Simpson! I love him! D'oh!
Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know, shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
D'oh!! I dont want to sound gay but I love him too :P
lol...well if I wanted to showcase the post or the poem with the highest number of comments..I would have gone for this
http://cherryantacids.blogspot.com/2008/04/city-life.html
But then the I consider my previous poem as my best post...So wanted to show it:P
cheers!
All hail Homer!
Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know, shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary. Ever since Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops. Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
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