People act perfect..talk impeccably, walk, talk impeccable.. I wonder…. are they not tired by it? They want perfect scores, perfect kids, perfect hair… thats too much work isn’t it?? I was in restaurant today wearing a un-ironed kurta with mismatched pants and stole which i found in fresh laundry and came with footwear so mismatched that i am sure no one is going steal them. And then this lady walks in with her perfect hair, perfect jewellery and her dress so perfect that i was in awe for few minutes. Her dressing is so perfect that she is only showing how much boobs she wants to show and you know how difficult that is?? another girl who is simple but neatly dressed with nicely styled hair. and have seen that kind so many today.
When i wear a “party” in other words “perfect dressing” and make a mistake of showing my boobs you should know they either see everything or… no either or “or” by boobs are out of control and they are everywhere and all over the place. That applies to my hair and make up. Thats why the only makeup i use is eye makeup and lip gloss. Oh yeah my hairstylist is still confused why i pay him so much to tell him each and every time “make my hair cut with as minimum maintenance as possible.. i wash my hair and towel dry it and that it.. thats my hairstyle.
I am always in awe of them because how can they work so hard when its easy to be careless or not care about being perfect. Wonder whats going on their mind. But then they are the once who get maximum attention so who am i to judge. Yeah yeah i am judging but i am sure they are too…. I am sitting at a fancy ass place reading and laughing to myself with hair allover and with a not so neat dress… Am sure no one is even going to read this so i can judge all i want.
See those 3 crows sitting.. and see my plate of amazing fish and chips… those crows were Planning a war on me who was alone. Those three and there were 4 more in various places around me. Those bitches stated slowly coming toward me one by one from all the sides. No amount of shooing was working. I was getting little scared but I was not willing to let them win. Those bitchy conieving bastards.
Thank god for the guy who came and rescued me. He did nothing he just sat near another table and those fuckers left. My Hero 😍
A proper Telugu wedding lunch. All the guest sit on chairs and various people go around serving food. This 👆🏽was rich people wedding. Usually we serve food on banana leaves. When I took the pic everything was not yet served and I could not wait any more ☺. So there it is… a sample of it. Will see what they going to do tomorrow.
Oh by the way the yellow basket was the return gift for the guests. I am not fan of gatherings but hey why not.. right.
Kids… Have you ever had a filter coffee.. A South Indian filter coffee?? If you are a coffee lover (like me) or if you like the coffee aroma.. or like trying out different kind of coffee.. you need to try this. If you are anything like me then you have to say.. less sugar and extra strong coffee and my god.. Well it does remind of God. Early in the morning.. a perfect cup of piping hot filter coffee is what a heaven feel like ( yeah I know. I exaggerate) but that cup of coffee makes me feel better any given day. Am not addicted to coffee I am just in love with it. ❤️
Freshly ground coffee… token of love from Uganda. As the grounded coffee is brewing the aroma which envelopes you and the first sip on your tongue with your eyes closed. Damn. One of best things in life.
White chocolate and coconut cupcake. My mouth had a celebration just about now.
Am more of black coffee drinker but this vanilla cappuccino does not disappoint me. See that pink cupcake wrap? I just finished it. And my mind and my mouth 👄 are quite in good heaven. If one can’t have sex you need to have something to fill the cravings. Right. 🤷🏼♀️