Thursday 22 May 2014

Get a life! (It might be difficult but DO IT)

To everybody who knows me personally knows that I don't wear Indian traditional women clothing. Which looks like this.

Yes, this is me in the traditional Indian wear for women. I look nice don't I?
I mean sort of at least?! 
OK that's not my point.
My point is explained with a little back story I'd like to call my 'College Annual day'.
Three years of a large number of people constantly asking me,
"Why don't I dress like a girl".
"Wear THE TRADITIONAL INDIAN CLOTHES just once please."
So I thought alright I'll just take one for the team.
I wore this to my college annual day.
It took me 40-50 minutes to get ready.
Shower.
Just to put this on.
And put the slightest make up on.
And do my hair. I mean comb it.
Yes I don't do it everyday.
Let's be honest. Everybody who doesn't comb their hair everyday raise your hands.
Good, now go life your lives.
And the entire day I couldn't walk properly cause I was wearing peep toes 2".
And it was extremely hot.
And this dress covers up everything.
Air can't enter your skin anyhow.
I wanted to rip my clothes off like Hulk. (Nothing sexual here. Dirty minds get out.)
And I have let my hair down so if the air did blow my hair was all in my face.
I had bought a change of clothes knowing my amazing self very well enough.
And I wear this costume for an hour I guess two hours maximum.
After all this, why would somebody not be terrified of wearing this thing.
And I did not like it.
I don't care if I looked nice and kind of sort of pretty.
That din't fetch me a boyfriend in one day.
How you look doesn't matter.
What you wear doesn't matter until you're decently dressed.
I don't understand how people are all up in my business worried about I am wearing.
Is that much your life sucks that you have to make it a point to waste your time on thinking of what I wear?
I look bad, horrible, disgusting.
I do not care.
I honestly don't.
I love my pair of jeans, my shorts and my t shirts.
I truly love them just the way you love your traditional stuff.
I am so comfortable in them.
I feel like I am at home.
So if you got an issue with what I am wearing or what I am not wearing or why am I not wearing what I'm not wearing, just try to get a life.
Love me the way I am.
Or.
Just the shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down.
Nobody asked for your opinion.
Nobody cares.
I love myself with what I wear.
Even if I look like a stupid hoe.
I know I am not a stupid hoe so how I look doesn't matter.
So kisses to all the haters. Or so called well wishers.
You can go buy Popsicle.
I don't care.
Bye.






This is why I love to blog cause you guys only see what my words show you. I love you so much. Stay awesome. Live life. Kisses. XOX.

PS I know I haven't written in forever I had exams and everything just went down hill busy from there so i'm sorry i'll start writing again. It's a promise. You guys are cute. I love you.


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Monday 5 May 2014

Cool advice to those who are allowed to drink legally! (To those who aren't legally allowed too and want to sound cool but i'm not supposed to say that so shush it!)


So this is a thing?! 
So next when you friend/accomplice who is extremely hungover is hungover you know what to say and sound kind of weird!
Your friend might smack you cause they're hungover but deal with it. It's worth it!
Drunk friend > Hungover friend