Have i been that shallow???

I never realized the amount of satisfaction I would get out of blogging… To just whine away about how things are not going right or that certain B**CH is ruining your life or an amusing incident… Bloody hell I am getting obsessed…

And that wouldn’t be the first thing I have obsessed about…

Form 2: Musical instruments, shiny ones.

Form 3: Mascara and false eyelashes (still am).

Form 4: Impressing people (I did the weirdest things).

Form 5: Bootleg pants (u don’t know how many pants I have ruined because I could not fit into one off the rack) and Mr. I Think I Am Too Good to Be True.

Form L6: Still Mr. I Think I Am Too Good to Be True.

Form U6: Losing weight and fashion (I was sometimes a walking fashion disaster!!!).

Varsity Freshman: Dancing and a relationship.

2nd year: God brother (this was totally idiotic!!!).

3rd year: Mr. P, dancing and dance makeup.

4th year: Only Mr. P.

Post graduation: Still Mr. P.

Masters 1st year: Losing weight.

*stares in disbelieve at the list*
Strangely enough, obsessing over something has made me strive to achieve the very thing I yearned for.

The shiny musical instrument is sitting in my store room, moaning its very existence. A waste of cash but at least the satisfaction of owning it is fulfilled. :-P

I know sufficient techniques and have enough tools to do good eye makeup.

I learnt that being good at something on your own is the only way to impress anyone.

Boot leg pants are a fashion faux pas for me because it makes me look stout. My first taste of love’s painful sting came from being hopelessly infatuated by Mr. I Think I Am Too Good to Be True and with that an experience of what raging hormones can do.

I learnt about good fashion and how to dress myself to conceal what I lack (or sometimes have too much of) and reveal what made me look good.

I was one of my former varsity’s best Indian male dancers and was too preoccupied to have a relationship (I thank God now).

God brother turned out to be the second infatuation in my life and I was deceived by this shadow that he was there to look after me. That, was definitely a disaster I should’ve seen coming, plus, it happened to be love’s 2nd sting for me, not to mention a huge reality check!!!

Mr. P, well that I can’t even talk about… Still picking up myself from this last plunge into dark waters.

Losing weight, 14 kilos and 2 dress sizes smaller in 3 months!!!

Cookies and Cakes used to mock me about all these crazy fascinations I used to have…
CnC: You should just marry a bootleg pants!!! (oh wait, or was it Mr. Metro Me, whom said it???)

CnC: Hahahaha!!! I still remember how you used to make false eyelash out of paper and Bespectacled Snake and you used to stick on your eyelids!!!

CnC (when he got drunk one night): Please drive carefully Mr. Fat Man!!! I don’t wanna get a ticket!!! (Why did this last one pop up??? Hmmmmpppphhh…..)

Anyways, I am doing well now, no more hideous outfits, no more macha conventions, no more paper false eyelash (I get the real thing these days), no more being fat and no more being hopelessly in love. *fakes jitters* I know Cookies and Cakes, I deserve the three C’s, Caviar, Champagne and Chanel (maybe not Chanel anymore, so overplayed, maybe Cavalli???)