Big Bad Blogger Challenge

I love reading blogs. Most of them are the best short stories you'll ever read. Ch'know? is a blog I read daily. Alicia, the blogger, writes upto 2-3 posts everyday, and it's always fun to go to her page and read a new post every single time.
She put up this blogpost recently, called the Big Bad Blogger Challenge earlier in the week and I've been meaning to work on it, but I'm, well, a lazy sod.
So today,I've decided to take up the challenge and answer all the questions, just because, I'm pretty damn bored ! I usually blog about my RL, so here goes nothing.




Q.1)Do you have places in your dreams that you frequent, but yet they do not exist anywhere in the world?

A. I'm a dreamer, I dream of places which I have never visited before and it just so ends up, after my dream I end up in the said dream place. For example, a couple of weeks or months ago, I dreamt of standing near a counter and talking to someone. I saw a suitcase, and I was having a very important decision. Fast forward to now, I was standing in Mumbai International Airport, and there I was standing near the very same counter, with the same suitcase and having a very important discussion. Spooky eh? Well, that's just the beginning of me ;)

Q.2)If you could snap your fingers and get rid of one thing in your life, not body related, what would it be and why? And I say not body related just because I think we tend to be hard on ourselves sometimes, and we need a body rest. :)

A.I would get rid of me carrying around bad weather everywhere. I swear it's a curse! When I'm London it rains, when I'm India it pours. Hell, last year when I went to Barcelona for a holiday, it poured all the four days we were there, and the jolly ol' locals informed us that it never rains in Barcelona *not this much* I went to Porto and Madrid this year it rained. It's a curse, how do I get rid of it?? :(

Q.3) Besides your car or house, what's the most expensive luxury item that you have? Did you buy it just to have it, or do you actually use it?

A. The most expensive thing that I have bought, which I use super carefully, is my Fendi bag. I love it to pieces, but I can't use it when it rains *I don't want to spoil it* and knowing my luck with the weather, it means I hardly ever get to use it. Shruti pats her adorable silver Fendi bag and whispers to it, "I'll take care of you my baby." ;)

Q.4) Would you start a relationship with someone you met online?

A. Hmmm, seeing that Mr. Schitt was transferred to me through the damn 'ternet, I'd say, if this was back in the day, yes. Now, maybe not so much, because you can't really line out the creeps from the naturally freaky! This is not to say I'd befriend every freak who sends me a Facebook message, "I saw your profile, your smile is like Holyfield's knockout punch, coffee at Costa?" I don't think so! But Laddoo, one of my closest friends is my 'ternet friend too. "Hey laddoo, we should meet up!!" ;)

Q.5) Have you ever been in a harsh weather situation, like a hurricane? How did you deal with it?

A. Call me the "Weather lady", not because I can forecast the weather, but because, I'm the queen of bad weather. Ya'll know that I carry rain, but a few know that back in 2005, I was stuck in Mumbai, because of the damn floods. It rained cats and dogs the day I got my tattoo and was supposed to fly back home. I dragged my suitcase when I found out my flight has been cancelled because of the rains. I sighed, I wanted home, my own bed. I thought it'll subside, but neeeeeoooo, it rained so much, I was stuck in Mumbai for two nights. The drama queen in me was very pissed off. I couldn't go out, and there was no electricity in the house. It was pathetic! After two days, when it was safe for air traffic, I took the first flight out. The good news, I got a great front page story for the newspaper I was working with that time.

That's all for now folks. I'll update when the Thursday topic is put up. Woot !



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I'm tired

**warning- super depressing**

Of late, it feels like I'm zoning out of my own existence. I don't know why it's happening. But I'm gradually fading away.
I turn 23 in two days. Usually, the hyper bunny in me would be jumping up and down. I somehow have always loved birthdays, be it mine or loved ones. I would plan out my birthday in my head, a party, a dress.
More than that I would imagine what gifts I would get. It's silly and childish, but I love receiving presents. More so, because I love giving them to.
When you are young, everyone plans something special around your birthday, because they know it would make your tiny heart scream with joy. Are birthdays only for kids?
I know, I should be old enough to understand that birthdays are no big deal. But I just can't act like it is any other day. Can I? When it's my friend's birthdays, I try to organize a surprise for them, or book them for an amazing meal. Why wouldn't anyone do it for me?

Reality keeps ruining my life^

It's usually very easy for me to get addicted to things. Be it chocolate, Facebook or a silly computer game. I usually don't come across as the person who would be glued to the laptop hours at end playing computer games. Well, you can imagine me as the person glued to Facebook or MSN, but computer games would probably never cross your mind.
Anyhow, I've been playing this game for the past year. I started it when I was writing my dissertation, mainly because life was a bore. A year on and I'm still hooked. I think Second Life™ does that to many people.
I always found a reason to log on, curiosity, fashion, OooOo Virtual friends, or just plain old exploring ! It's a really cool game, if like me you have no life !
Recently, London School of Journalism announced that it would be opening it's doors in the Metaverse. LSJ would be offering lectures on various topics, and it's courses are NUJ (National Union of Jounalists) certified! And I went on to have a look.
The place was dead. Unless it's a club or a sex dungeon (gasps!!), most places in SL™ tend to be empty, it's only full till the eyeballs in case of an event.
So I left and came back to the sim a couple of days later, to find some dude who explained to me about LSJ. I can't say the conversation was interesting, but I asked him when the next lecture was *yes! I am a nerd!* and he said that the lectures are held with gaps of 21 days in between and the last one was the weekend gone by. Disappointed I agreed to keep track of the events. A month and still waiting ! Several writer and poetry ones have occurred, but none relating to journalism so far. BooHoo !

Click to see the larger version of me in the virtual LSJ campus


I do think it's a great idea for LSJ to open it's doors in SL™, I wish they had this during my university days, hell I wish my university did it. By the way, the university I attended was the top journalism university when I started, by the time I left it went down in the charts. What a bummer !
SL™ also has other businesses online, Seat just sent me a notecard about it's new sim, I haven't checked it out and I doubt I will! But the Doctor Who write, Terrance Dicks, was online recently for a little talk his book and Giorgio Armani had an interview in SL™ last year. So it's all very cool. Not just for little nerds like me :)
I just thought I should write something positive about the virtual world, since most national media seems to diss it, hey ! it's not all about sex and hawala *money laundering for the blissfully ignorant*.

^Quote by Calvin from Calvin&Hobbes

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Yipee Yipee Yaa Yaa!

OMG! I finally downloaded Photoshop! Yaaaaaa !!! :) Super happy, now I can do super shit!
Also, I'm meeting my girlies tomorrow for our Boozey Night, which we have been planning since Octorber 2007! Yes, SIX months now !! We going to Absolut Ice Bar, yea-hay!!!
I love my life !! <3

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Dear Pervert

I see you have been checking me out ever since I got on the train. I do realize that my skirt is short, but in case you haven't noticed it's finally summers!

Your leering at me just angers me and had you not been drunk and with a burly friend I would've kicked you in the balls so hard that next time you even think about looking at a girl, you hurt!
I know you are a low lying scum who hasn't got laid for the longest time and your idea of a perfect date is beer and a few burps before getting down to business. Mind you, your ugly bald head and disgusting clothes don't make it easy for you to get that many dates in the first place!
I would like to point out that just because you have your pathetic eyes on me, doesn't bother me. Maybe seeing me is the highlight of your day or maybe even month of your sorry excuse for a life!

So carry on your misreable existence while I pop out of the train not bothered about you! Next time before you leer at someone, I do hope you remember she won't give a flying fuck about you, because my dear, you are nothing but a pathetic pervert. Here's tip for you: Why don't you choke on your beer and die?

Muchos hatred
Me !

*Picture courtesy: Cartoonstock.com*

You got me tripping for you !

This is my favourite poem of all times, it makes me smile, it gets the teeny romantic out in me *yeah the only time i know of my romantic side's existence!*

I wanted to share it with the whoever reads this blog...it's the most beautiful poem I've read.



I carry your heart

I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
I want no world( for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart)

- E E Cummings

I've just returned from a week long holiday in the sun. Spain and Portugal are two countries I love. There is something so romantic about these countries, or maybe because the men in this country are super hot and their accents are to die for.
For someone who hates travelling, I have travelled to quite a few places and I blame (or thank) my parents for that. They love travelling.
This whole travelling business got me thinking, I don't hate travelling as much as I hate the journey. Once I'm at the destination I look doing silly touristy stuff, I love seeing how the locals live, and I speak the local language albeit very miserably!
It's the damn journey that turns me off from travelling every time. Right from check in through baggage claim, I hate the whole process!
Check in is the worst. When I travel from India, I always have excess baggage. Let me rephrase this, wherever I travel from I always have excess baggage. I had excess baggage when I came back from Spain this time! What can I say I don't believe in travelling light! I blame it on my girliness ! After the "Please, but it's only 2 more kilos extra, and I don't even have a handbag" drama, I always ALWAYS point out to the check in lady that I want an aisle seat. As soon as the word aisle has flowed out of my mouth, I get a look from the check in lady. She looks me up and down, and then shrugs, I bet she's wondering what a shortie like me needs an aisle seat for. Girls go for windows...don't they?
Those cramped up economy class seats, where the fatty or the pervy next to you is spilling all over you, or omg that annoying kid in the seat behind you who won't shut up! Oh my god I hate planes!
Even the toilets on planes are freakishly tiny! God forbid I put on a lil' weight, I won't be able to go pee ! Once in the toilet locks are either broken or work very very very badly ! It takes me an hour to lock myself in, and I've had times, when people have barged into OTHER people while they were doing their toilet thing! Tsk tsk at Air India passengers !
Have you ever noticed in the toilets the No Smoking sign? And write below it the ASHTRAY sign! I don't get that ! What are the trying to say...you're not allowed to smoke, but if you do smoke remove all evidence by using the ashtray !
It baffles me ! Oh, I so wish there was a teleport system, in which I shut my eyes choose my destination and within seconds I arrive there without the hassles of airports and aeroplanes ! *Sigh*
I can only wish...
xoxoxox

CONVERSATIONS

I got stuck with someone on the elevator today, someone higher up, but I didn't have a word to say. I work with her in close proximity and yet I just stared down at my shoes.

I swear I never ever have an idea how to start conversations in weird places. Come to think of it, I don't know how to start conversations in most places !

I know the usual, if you meet a new person, introduction is the norm, but I can't even handle that! If someone comes up to me in a pub, and says, Hey I'm BOB...i'll be like OKAY and that's it, I've just killed the conversation.



The other day I was at the pub with work peeps and I was getting bored, my friend had left and I didn't wanna get drunk as I was supposed to go and attend another party after this. So there I was standing with my glass of Jack & Coke when I turned around to face my colleague who was having a super conversation with someone I had never seen in my life. I poked my nose in, stood around basically till we were introduced, she made some comment about cold hands, I smiled sheepishly. That's it I killed the conversation again!

I have a feeling that I am the official Conversation Killer! Or Non Starter, either way, I suck at making conversations!

I find this absolutely absurd. I tried reasoning with myself that maybe I end up going quiet because I'm outside my comfort zone only to rebuff myself that PUBS are my comfort zone.

Couple of months down the line I was supposed to go for dinner with Mr. Schitt, who suggested we meet at the pub near his work place. Dum dee dum, I went and there with Mr. Schitt were all his work people.

Knowing me from the above comments you'd think I must've blown it. But no no no, let me correct you my precious readers (if there are any!!) I had the most amazing time, which resulted in me not going for dinner in the end, making amazing friends who I've kept in touch and just the other week they came over to my house and we all had a splendid time, well atleast I did.

So I'm really peeved off about not knowing how to talk to the important people. Ever stuck alone in an elevator with the guy/girl you always wanted to talk to, or went to the pub with your boss and could muster only a few nods and "ummms"? Well if not, I salute you lucky sod, because not knowing the right thing to say at the right time, is the bloody story of my life. And I call myself a journalist. Meh

[photo courtesy: www.nataliedee.com]

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Love Bites!

Love's been doing the rounds in my head for the past couple of weeks.

The word LOVE is used so loosely, and I find it disturbing. Rewind a couple of years when I was a teenager, love was something you gushed about. Now that I'm older I often get confused with the way people use love.

I used to know this girl in school who would go up to the randomest girl in class and say OH I LOVE YOU. Initially, I thought 'How sweet!' until I realised after uttering the I LOVE YOUs the girl would bitch about the same person.

Okay...maybe the cynic in me refuses to accept unconditional love, maybe I haven't been swept into the "wonderful" world of unconditional love. But the fact remains that in todays world you can never be too sure.

Love is a very sensitive word for me. When I do say I love someone, I mean it. I would never use it loosely. If I don't love someone, why the fuck would I say it?



I have had people come up to me and say that they love me and I just stare blankly wondering 'Do you even know me to love me?'

For me, the person who criticizes me is my best friend, the person who compliments me is my enemy.

You don't fall in love overnight, be it a friend or a lover. You need to know the person over time. It can be the most magical feeling if put in the right context. I wish everyone would just sit back and think for once before using it so loosely.

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Ummmm I don't have anything to say but I wanna say it nonetheless! It's getting warmer in London and I'm loving it! I hate the cold weather, so I'm glad springs here!
I've not been doing much with myself lately and it kinda gets boring! I'm loving freelancing with Cosmopolitan.co.uk right now, but it's the rest of the boring bit I'm getting terribly sick of.
I kinda regret going home coz I'm sick of staring at the ceiling, staring at the walls.
mygodihopeigetsomefunintomylife! baaaaaaaaaaaaaahh ! I'm happy I need to dance! I need someone to dance with! I need someone to listen to my rants! I need hugs! I need friendly hugs! I miss that !
I need to smoke a ciggie, why? Coz I miss it!
I love being a bad ass! I need to do something wild! I'm trapped........END OFxxxxxxxxxx

I really hate human beings!

I am so fucking pissed off right now, if I owned a motherfucking gun I swear I would've shot around like a mad woman (not at people though!!!)

I am sick of everything ! Yes fine fucking hell I am back to my old depressing self again! I am so angry! Yes, I am a cynic, why because if I don't be one you gonna trample over my dreams and wishes like a fucking elephant would trample a small mouse!

I just hate everything! I don't want to answer to people. I don't wanna live up to other people's expectations of me! I don't need constant nagging and I don't wanna do what I don't wanna do!

If I don't wanna ever work it's my fucking business none of yours. I don't wanna work coz you think I should coz trust me even without work I would do just damn fine!

I don't wanna wait up for people to show up just so that they can leave again! I don't want fake smiles nd fake happiness. I don't need them coz they lead to tears and I goddamn hate tears.

I'm so tired of crying so that you can hear me. But you are so fucking deaf when it comes to me! You all are !

I wanna run away! I don't need responsibility. Let me learn to be responsible for myself then tell me to be responsible for others.


I am so fucking trappped. So claustrophobic in this fucking big world. So lonely in this noisy over populated world.

Just let be me, please !

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Commuting by public transport in London can be quite a sport. No, no, not the adventorous kind, but the "watching a boxing match on TV" kind of sport!
When commuting an excruciating long journey to and fro work, Londoners can only do the following few things.
A) Pretend to be utterly engrossed in your book/ newspaper
B) Listen to your iPod etc and have a complete blank look on your face
c) Sleep

I on the other hand am the rude commuter who stares at people nearby, making up stories about their lives. Being observant is one of the things that make me a journalist! And hey, it's a good way to pass time.

On my way to work today I saw a BLINGTARD. (definition: Blingtard- someone who goes OTT with BLING BLING!) I was amazed to see this botoxed woman and being me I started bitching about her clothes in my head. She had so much of bling on, I needed sunglasses to sheild my poor eyes! Gold chains, diamond rings on all fingers, bracelets, studded blingy bag, fur coat, and those darn Faith black boots with studs and diamonds and every shite thing possible!

I'm not bitch and I'm totally into each to their own. Everyone has a right to wear what they want. But never in my life had I thought I would ever see a Real Life BLINGTARD. I wish I had a camera, it was indeed a Kodak moment!

I looked at her, then I looked at me. She stared me down. My badly straightened hair, my chipped red nail varnish, my face looking like someone's punched me. Oh god ! I looked like a complete TART !

Sheesh...what's better a TART or a BLINGTARD? To justify myself, I can only say that it was wahaaayyy too early in the morning for me and I just recently recovered from fever! Meh, even with all that I didn't look like a Blingtard....nyah nyah nyaaa

Also, it looked like Blingtard had colour her blonde hair with a very mean shade of pink, the work of a crack addict I must say.

Eh, maybe she just wanted to be a strawberry blonde. ;)

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Happiness for sale!

I have made a decision today. The decision, the oh very important decision is to write HAPPY blogs. Why? Well because I have been told the following in regards to my bloggie:

a) I can't read your blogs because they are too depressing
b) Write a happy blog, depressing blogs don't suit you

Now, let me clear this first and foremost. Although through my bloggie I come across as the depressed emo kid who listens to sad sad sad music all alone in her room, away from the world and who likes to cut her wrist for fun, I am far from that!

Yes, I have the occassional bouts of depression and yes, I do love my company A LOT. But I think cutting wrists is where I draw the line! I don't think that would be a good look for me. ;)




I don't really care to dwell on the fact who I am, but these comments made me feel bad about the emo in me. It also made me dwell on the fact that, I do write happy blogs (see Wanted! Girl!, I like semi Naked Spartans, Daniel Craig, and the general oh I'm happy today posts!!!!). Now that it has been established that I'm not an emo, I'm going to write CHEEK STRETCHING SMILEY, JAW ACHINGLY HAPPY BLOG POSTS!

I don't know how I'm going to go about it but I shall do it just for YOU, so that YOU, Mr. Schitt can read my bloggie :)

Oh cmon who am I kidding? I'm never going to document happy moments coz I'd be out celebrating them silly ! But I'll try none the less ;)

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*sigh*

I'm terribly depressed today. It's of those days where everything seems like a cold shade of blue and grey!

Nothing can cheer me up. Unless it's a nice tapenyaki meal at Pan Asian, but I don't think that is going to happen.

I know why I'm so sad. I'm going back to London next week and one part of me is breaking into the tiniest and painful pieces. This is not to say that I don't consider London as my home. London is a place where I'm truly me, the fun, wacko, weird, often childish but overtly aware me. But here, in India, is where I am happy.

I've had a gazillion happy memories in London and I love my independence there, yet I feel so empty and clueless without the noisy Indian lifestyle of mine.

I miss the overcrowded streets, I miss the unbearable heat, I miss the language, I miss the comforts, I miss the chattery friends, I miss the gossip, I miss being lazy, I miss food, I miss the pollution, I miss the few greenery, I miss fighting with cab drivers and bargaining in shops. I miss how if you call a policeman or a ticket collector in my home town, "Bhaiya, paise nahin hain, jaane do na" and you smile sweetly they'll let you off the hook. I miss the ungodly breakfast times, I miss hugs, I miss lying on my mom's lap and forgetting all the worlds worries. I miss how someone is always there for you. I miss family the most. I miss watching stupid Hindi TV with family. I miss the goddamned Bollywood songs that the radios won't stop playing. I miss the witty adverts. I miss a made bed every night. I miss being pampered. I miss that even a small bruise can be a matter of much concern. I miss that plans are made at a whim. I miss unneccesary small talks. I miss the heated debates on politics, I miss people's views on India's future. I miss HOME ! a LOT ! and I will probably never accept this when I'm back in London, but I miss everything about my city, my country. The passionate people, the rowdy people, the know-it-all people, the lazy people, the proud people, the traditional people.

Every single thing about me is from my country. I am proud to be who I am today, if nothing else, I am proud to be Indian. Everytime someone mentions my country, I swell with pride. When the sub-editor at Metro kept telling me about Yuraj Singh's sixers in the match against South Africa, I wanted to stop working and watch the match with my friends and family. When Vijay Mallaya decided to name his new F1 team Force India, I was gloating. Heck, when someone even talks about going to an Indian restaurant I am the expertise choosing the right meal. I argue fiercely about Indian women's sexiness. I quote examples of Indians who've made it big.

I love my country, I love my home.

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IF MY LIFE WERE A FILM, THIS WOULD BE THE SOUNDTRACK!

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool...


Opening Credits:
Rape Me- Nirvana!

Waking Up:
No Woman No Cry - Bob Marley

First Day of School:
We'll live and die in these towns- The Enemy

Falling in Love:
Because I got High- Afroman

Fight Song:
She Hates Me- Puddle of Mud

Break up Song:
Check up on it- Beyonce

Prom:
Baby Boy- Beyonce ft. Sean Paul

Life:
Teddy Picker- Arctic Monkeys

Driving:
Suburban Knights- Hard-Fi

Flashback:
Foundations- Kate Nash

Wedding:
Same Jeans- The View

Birth of a Child:
Hey there Delilah- Plain White Ts

Final Battle:
Fuck it(I don't want you back)- Eamon

Death Scene:
Stars in their Eyes- Just Jack

Funeral Song:
Chasing Pavements- Adele

End Credits:
Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol

So, if my life would be a film, it would the depressing/EMO kind with occassional flashes of happiness.

TAAA-DAAAAAA: Kurt Cobain will do his thing for the opening credit, though I wish the song was either Depressed or Lithium. Anyhow this gives a glimpse of how grungy the film would be !
I get up waking up hating women and believe that school is so dreadful I'll probably die there *what a coincidence but so true!* I will fall in love but of course because I got high and then once I get sober I will break up, because "SHE" hates me...wait a min...am I a lesbian in my film who turns straight later, since I'll be singing Baby BOY! OMG!
I would be as witty as my darling Alex Turner which is all good :) my life does sum that up...bwahaahaha *evil laughter!*
As usual when I am driving I would've extra loud music, trying to fit in the suburban lifestyle.
When I look back at my life I will be singing about the woes of a lover! "and I know I should let go...but I can't"
I love the fact that I will be getting married in the Same Jeans,and my kid will be called Delilah. And when I do decide to throw in the towel I will still be swearing like a mad woman !
I'll probably die on the pavement after chasing cars!


LOL, I love this ! And it is so accurate, I didn't change a thing! SO there now, you know me ;)

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WANTED: A GIRL !

Smooth king of the world looking for a nice girl who likes Iron Maiden and can roll a good joint. Must be into the 70s music scene ! And should be able to talk rubbish for hours at end. A good sense of humor is neccesary. Should be able to tolerate Bengalis, "aktu mishti bangla bolte pari." The girl should also be able to jive and be passionate about food and be madly in love with whiskey. A British accent is a must!

If you are into cheesy pop, please look away NOW! Should be able to watch sensible movies, no ROM COM shit!




Shameek Chakraboty (pictured above) is an IIM A grad, which means he is a nerd, but a loveable nerd none the less. Will entertain you for hours and hopefully cook good food for you. Will woo you by his guitar skills! First date would probably be in Toto's.

Smokers and dopers please apply.

With kindest wishes for the soon to be happy couple.

Me <3

BURN BABY..BURN !

I love the Seventies ! Forget the Sixties and definitely screw the Eighties ! People rocked in the seventies. Hell even Saturday Night Fever was a proud product of the Seventies. Except for the fact that Jimi Hendrix died in 1970 I love the decade.

Days and nights I dream of what could have been had I been born then. I know I would've had excellent taste in music. Men would still be pigs, but at the least they'd all be great dancers (think John Travolta...Night fever, night fever!)

My life in the seventies would be directly taken out from Saturday Night Fever. Yes, it is one of my fave films (an easy guess!) I danced like a lil fool that I am when I finally saw the film.

I'm not particularly fond of musicals but dayumm I love the music of that era. As a gawky teen I danced to Abba, singing on top of my lungs!

Everything in the Seventies seemed far more simpler, chilled out. Just the way I like my life. I can't be bothered with social complications, and I love doing the boogey ! If I were a young sexy THANG in the Seventies I would be the independent woman trying to make her mark, but partying her arse out at the Disco. I am still a feminist *with a diffrence* but I'm sure I would totally be into the burn the bra movement !

Mannnn, the discos were something of that time! I'm sure there were still pervy bastards wanting to buy you drinks back then, BUT at least they wouldn't be playing shite Hip Hop!

I mean...really what is with all shit R&B and Hip Hop? I like the occassional Rihanna and Jay Z but cut me some slack and play some good rock PLEASE! Some good ol' Rolling Stones, a bit of Aerosmith (the good ol' shit! Sweeeeeeeeettt Emotion !!! or Walk this Way), a song or two from Queen, something from the Black Sabbath. And a lot of Joy Division please!

I'm a retro girl, when I design my own pad I'm gonna recreate it as the Seventies. I love theme parties and I am still waiting to be called to a Seventies themed do ! That would be so much fun! Oh the dressing up. Did I mention I love the Seventies fashion? I was going through my parents' old pictures and OMG I am so jealous. Thank god good ol' Kate Moss is getting the 70's back for us ! Weeee

Now that I have established I am a crazy girl who lives in the past rather than the present, I'm glad we've got to know each other.

*goes back to her dreams of wearing high waisted flare jeans and attending music festivals...yes I would've been part of the hip crowd of the seventies....*

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The Skinny Issue

Being in fashion means being able to see runway models upclose. While I still have to see a runway model strutting her stuff live, I have seen quite a few zoomed in pictures to make me realise how bloody skinny these girls are.
With London Fashion Week knocking on the door of many fashion mags and such (trust me, they are all in a hurry to get things organized, similar to the designers who'd be displaying their stuff!) I can imagine pages filled with how "normal" people are worried that the "anorexic" models will influence their children!
AS IF! To be very honest, I personally believe that although runway models are sickeningly thin, they don't really affect young children. I doubt there are millions of teenage girls attending these shows or flipping through magazines thinking, "OOOO I wanna be that thin!" I could be wrong, but this is what I feel.
Eating disorders are not to be blamed on models, I think they are more to do with peer pressure. And I can say this with confidence, because I was a borderline anorexic. I never read Cosmo and thought that my real ambition in life was to be stick thin. On the contrary, I read Cosmo and went, wow I want to have a successful career!
Getting back to the topic, I interviewed a woman who was in her 20s during the Twiggy period. She was anorexic and bulmic. I asked her why she decided to lose weight, and it was more to do with her self confidence, her mother was a curvy woman and she personally despised that. She also mentioned that being wafer thin was possible because there was a general trend of being thin around that era. The woman, who is now fit and is proud of having a full figure mentioned she felt sorry for today's runway models because she understood what they go through to remain thin.
When I was in my early teens, I was part of the Mean Girl clique of my school. Although none of them were skinny, the leader of Mean Girls, lets call her A would constantly tell me I was fat and thus not as pretty as her! I clearly remember once she asked a classmate lets call her D, whose prettier, A or me. D cooly replied, I was the prettier one, specifying a few features of my face which I to date love. As a shy teenager I was overwhelmed that I was prettier than A. But oh no, being a mean girl, A couldn't take it and she went on a rampage to dampen my self esteem by pointing out the fatty bits of me. As we grew older, the fatty comments from A grew worse and in the end I decided to go on a diet. By dieting I mean hardly eating any food. I would eat tiny portions of my meal and I gave up a lot of things I adored. I my mind I decided I hate food, which meant I don't have to eat that much. I ate to survive and I was a miserable sod! Oh the mood swings and the anger.
I don't think anyone noticed I had lost weight or said anything. As for A I was still ugly as shit. That doesn't really do wonders to a teenage girl, does it? I was anemic, I'd hurt easily and I was a moody bitch! I had to get my blood checked every week and had to have to most disgusting medicines to keep myself going.
Luckily after all the drama and trauma, I bid Mean Girls goodbye. I made a whole new bunch of friends, of all types, fat-thin, pretty-ugly, girly-manly. And they all are lovely, well someone of them are. They would constantly worry about my tiny portions and would coax me into eating more.
I was pretty happy with myself, and I started loving food. I'm a complete foodie now and I am a tad bit overweight. I don't mind shedding extra pounds now, but I do know the difference between being pretty and being stick thin!
I do feel terribly sorry for runway models, they are paid to stay this thin. I'm sure it must not be a happy job. I don't think I can give up food even if they pay me a million pounds every week.
The size 0 factor is a huge problem in this society and I don't blame the models, I wish they knew the difference of being happy and fat! I think eating disorders can be blamed on members of the society, simply because there is such a need for perfection in this imperfect world!

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Mischa finds God!

Yes, quite like her party mate, Paris Hilton. Tearing a leaf from Ms Hilton’s book, Mischa Barton was spotted outside a church! But what interests me more is she wore.

After being released from jail, the OC star was spotted smoking a spliff only yesterday. But that didn’t stop her from looking good on her church trip.



Mischa was spotted outside Good Shepherd Catholic Church in LA, looking sombre and very trendy.

She wore a short white mini dress with yellow ballerinas complete with a cross necklace. The only thing missing in the outfit was a halo! To be fair, she did look lovely, let’s hope we see more of the thoughtful Mischa.

CHOCOLATE- My Sin

I write this blog as I grab another Twix out of the massive well...eh Twix bag :) Yummmy! Today was my last day as an official slob as I go back to work tomorrow and I'm really looking forward to it.
I'm now officially on a diet too *munches on another Twix bar* well that is after I finish all the chocolate at home! And that my dear friends, will take a long time, unless they are kept under lock and key, with the key being hid in a whale's tummy deep under the ocean! That would mean that in order to get the chocolate I'd have to go through the massive ordeal of going to the ocean (long journey!) find the specific whale, speak "whale" to it (I've watched Finding Nemo closely, and wrote down the pointers!!!) convince the whale to let me cut it open,at which point I will be attacked by Green Peace who would confuse me for a Japanese fisherwoman as I will frantically try to explain to the Green Peace Dude in a Crappy Suit (he best doesn't pretend not to be wearing a Green Peache tee under the wrinkled suit...my eyes are trained for fashion!!!) Anyhow, after much confusion, the GPDinCS (Green Peace Dude in a Crappy Suit) will let me go, mainly because I don't speak Japanese. We might even plot to catch the Japanese whale killers with my wonderful whale speaking talent! (but let's leave that for another day) The whale finally would have pity on me and spit out the key to the chocolate heaven ! I will then swim back to the land and I drag my butt back home, but then I will be sooo tired, chocolate won't even seem tempting!
Hehehe, yes I have gone mad ! But the above story seems a lot like my life. I seem to be chasing things, only to give it all up in the end.
All the years, I have been chasing to be a grown up and now frankly, I'm quite sick of it! Same goes with other things in my life but I don't want to get into the details.
Anyway, on to the most important thing in life, from tomorrow I officially give up chocolte. Well, not entirely. I would be bonkers to give up such a divine item. I have gone way OTT in regards with the Seven Deadly Sins, and Gluttony seems like a Lemon and Herb burger at Nando's compared to the Very Hot one I am used to!
But, yes, it's time for me to grow up, so in 2008 I will be seeing a lot less of chocolate, and a lot less of alcohol too!
I am just hoping this sacrifice has some effect on my childish mind!
xxx