no I didn't misspell LIFE. Talking about Lakme India Fashion Week. I was asked (told?) to cover it for my organisation. So the last week has been all about writing extensively, reporting, fashion, designers, models, socialites, shallowness, lost tempers, make-up sms, dressing up, free haircuts and nailpolish, bitchy colleagues turned pals, lessons learnt and realising that no one is worth pushing yourself over. cynical words maybe but it's the god's own truth.
good news is that as much as i hate to admit it, I quite enjoy writing fashion. should def. consider giving it a shot. ST endorses that :)
Back in office now. For those who care, D-Day has been pushed back indefinitely. How annoying is that. But apparantly day after is IT. let's see. I'm learning not to believe everything I'm told. Considering that I'm hovering over my mid-twenties, kinda late to learn these things, innit? Or are there other naive bachhas like me out there?
Current state of mind: disturbed, determined, hurt.
current wallpaper: a vulnerable little baby frog in a human's palm. looking so lost, terrified but special at the same time. hmmmmmmmm.
i'm out.