Too Sweet

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He sat there on the portico, reading the newspaper. A peaceful smile was on his face, giving him a Buddha like pacific calmness. The thick rims of his glass couldn't stop his eyes from emitting the wisdom he had always known. His thick shawl protected him against the chill of the evening. He sat there, wrapped in it, in all his cuteness.

She was standing there looking at him, smiling at all that he was to her. Carefully measured cup of tea boiled on the stove, the heat from it warming her fingers. She poured it into two little tea cups and added sugar to one, non-caloric sweetener into another. Placing both cups on a plate, she walked towards him.

He looked up, and smiled a slow smile. As it spread across his face, it was as if the Sun rose. He moved himself a little to make space for her to sit. She kept the plate on the table, cuddled with him. He kissed her forehead and put an arm across her. "How was your day, my favorite man?", she asked. "All too good, darling", he smiled wide. "How was yours?" "Pretty darn good, grandpa", she cuddled more.

And before she knew, she was lost in the peace of his toothless smile. The shawl that wrapped had the warmth of a mother. The strength of his arms, although weakened now, was nothing less than a father's.

He was her everything. After having lost her parents while she was an year and a half old, her grandpa had been everything to her. Her guide, her best friend, her philosopher. He had watched her grow from a toddler into a little kid, and then blossom into a beautiful young woman. And she, had seen him grow weaker but wiser. He was her super hero. "Nothing can ever happen to my Grandpa", she had always proclaimed. Until one day, he fainted down to floors on a Saturday afternoon.She was home early after a half day that day.

She was 14 and shaken. Until that day, she had never thought of him getting ill. She knew his medications, and all she had to do was inform the friendly pharmacist down the lane every time the medicines got emptied. The nurse would come in every morning do her chores and leave, she would be in school then. She knew her grandpa was supposed to take some of them before food, and some, after. She knew he wasn't supposed to consume excess of oil, salt or sugar, but that was about it. The 14 year old had obviously no clue of what diabetes was. Sure, she knew, "Your grand father has sugar. He should stop eating sweets and sugar. Oh and rice too". The neighbor aunt would sometimes tell her stories about how people take 10 injections a day, but the kid that she was, she never really understood all that. "Exaggeration may be?", she talked to herself while falling asleep.

A shriek had escaped her throat and before she knew, she was by his side, shaking him. Tears running down her cheeks, she had ran to the neighbor aunt. Within half an hour, her grandpa was in the Operation Theater, and she was out, neighbor aunt clutching her tight. The doctor had assured her, "It's a heart attack, but he is out of danger. You have nothing to worry sweetie. He will be alright. But his sugar levels are very high, looks like his Insulin shots have been missed. So we have to delay the operation until it's back to normal." She had sunk into her chair with a blank look on her face, stuttering. "I don..I don't know doc...doctor. I go to school at 8, the nurse comes around 10, I guess"

And the neighbor had chimed in, "I haven't really seen her this morning".

Tears were streaming down her face again, she was guilty. She was guilty for not having taken care of her grandpa. For not having taking care of his medication. For not having checked his Insulin shots. For always having scrunched her face when she had seen him getting his Insulin shot, once in a while. She had never wanted to learn to inject, "I just can't do that to him, no matter how irrational" . But the doctor had seen through it all. That is when he  had introduced her to the concept of Insulin pump. He had given her a demonstration of using an Insulin pump. An Insulin pump was an alternative to the Insulin injections. It was mostly used in extreme cases where an intensive Insulin therapy was required.

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"It's for patients like these that insulin pumps are around. You don't have to fret anymore.All you have to do is to draw Insulin into the plunger and make sure there are no air bubbles, remove the needle close the lid of the needle, attach the reservoir to the infusion set tubing. After filling the cannula, it has to be placed sub subcutaneously, that is, under the skin. It always dispenses correct amounts of Insulin, so you don't have to worry. But please make sure to always use a sterile reservoir and make sure there are no air bubbles". 

From that day, life had gotten easier for her. She got all the more careful about her grandpa's diet. She personally took care of all the medicines. It became her responsibility to pump Insulin. It no longer hurt as much as it used to. Within two months, her grandpa was back to good health, fit as a fiddle. She accompanied him to daily walks, listened to his wonderful experiences and never noticed the time flying faster.

And now as she sat there, cuddling with her best man, she couldn't stop the tear that escaped from the corner of her eye. "What would I ever do without the doctor?", she thought. "I would never prick him with the syringe so often, neither would I ever learn not to fret over the dosage." With that thought, all she had was gratitude. He noticed that lone tear drop and raised an eyebrow, she waved his concern aside and gave him a big, tight hug. For thanks to the modern day health care that had touched his life, he had touched a million more lives of hers.

PS: This post is a contest entry to Indiblogger's contest by Apollo Hospitals.

Having seen my daddy on a hospital bed for two years, seen him undergo close to a dozen surgeries, hospitals bring back bitter sweet memories to me. Bitter 'cuz it was my daddy, and sweet 'cuz they gave him back to me. Here's to all the wonderful doctors that strive day in and day out, here's to all the dedication and service. Here's a big thank you :)





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Pacific Again

*Some of you mailed me saying you loved the Pacific, so I thought I will pen down type down the next part :)Sweetheart, if you reading this, you'll know it's for you, do know it's for you :) *

It was raining when she reached her apartment. She banged her head as she got out of her cab. "Ouch!", she rubbed her poor head. As she took her luggage out, she got drenched, thoroughly drenched. She didn't complain though, for "Rain is always a welcome relief", she smiled.

As she walked up the stairs, suitcase in one hand, bag in another with an ipod blaring music in her ears, she felt a weird sense of newness, right on the foundation of the old.
She fished for the keys and stepped in. "My new apartment", she sighed.

It was brand new and so big. She had no clue what was in where. The walls were pale white, and the sting of the newly painted rooms suffocated her. She had never been alone in all her life. She put her bag down and walked through the corridor. It felt strange, to be by herself for the first time in her life. "Oh I forgot to lock the front door", she smacked her forehead, "I don't want any strangers walking in already", she smiled.

She took the bag labelled 'Toiletries' from the large suitcase and her bath robe.

She walked to the wash room and checked her reflection in the mirror. The gorgeous mess of thick wavy, damp hair framed her face. The mascara had bled a little, and the kohl, a little smudged. Her eyes looked bright, and a little sullen. Her collar bone was sticking out, a blue strap that went past the sticking collar bone, and the skin that stretched across it. She sensed a strong feeling of life, for the first time after so long.

She undid her dress in one swift move and let the warm water from the shower engulf her. As streams of water went down her body, she felt the tire and the sluggish feel leave her. The last drops of water trickled down from the nape of her neck to her back, and she smiled. "Boy, am I ticklish!"

She got back to her living room and checked the time. "That was an hour well spent".

It had stopped raining.

"Is it a lil gloomy in here, or is it just me wanting my old apartment back?"

As she got up to walk to the bedroom, she noticed the window.

And at the moment, that very moment, she knew, all she had to do to get her sunshine back was to open the window. She knew there would be inquisite neighbors, she knew people would want to know her. She knew she would make new friends, and also lose some of them. She knew she wouldn't get her old neighbors back, and now she thought, "Do I really miss them at all?"

She also knew, in the end, all that mattered to her was the sunshine :)

*This picture is my click, no edits except for a Vignette. And of course, the inspiration behind this*

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'Salvation of a Saint' by Keigo Hugashino - A Review

You know, when you are a regular reader of crime thrillers, at one point, you start guessing the plot. And that, my friend, is a very bad habit. It just reveals the suspense and at the end of the book, you are a little a sad to have ruined it and you have no one to blame >.< Those novels are called predictable.

And then there are some novels that just can't be predicted. They are genius.

And then there are some, predictable and yet so unpredictable! They are called super awesome.

Salvation of a Saint by Keigo Hugashino is one such beauty.

So let's start off with what the back cover says.

"When a man is discovered dead by poisoning in his empty home, his beautiful wife Ayane immediately falls under suspicion. All clues point to Ayane being the logical suspect, but how could she have committed the crime when was hundreds of miles away?

When Tokyo police detective Kusanagi tries to unpick a seemingly unrelated sequence of events, he finds himself falling for Ayane. When his judgement becomes dangerously clouded, his assistant must call an old friend for help; it will take a genius to unravel the most spectacular web of deceit they have ever faced..."

The Guardian said "Intricate and beguiling...if you like riddles inside enigmas, it will please you no end"

Independent Sunday said "An extraordinary thriller. It will linger long in the memory"

Well, no hype, I must say.

So the novel begins with a seemingly innocent, typical husband and wife rant. Yoshitaka Mishaba is the husband, and his beautiful wife, Ayane Mishaba. Ayane's apprentice Hiromi Wakayama is one of the major characters too. I don't want to reveal the plot, but the husband is found dead when the wife is out of station. The cause of death is unnatural, so much as to wonder if its a suicide or a murder. This gives rise to the need to involve the detectives, Kusanagi and his young assistant Utsumi. But when Kusanagi starts falling for Ayane, he starts to try finding ways to prove his worst fears wrong, and this, doesn't go all too well with Utsumi. She approaches Kusanagi's good yet nasty-at-times professor friend Yukawa to help her out. With absolutely no clues at first glance, Yukawa has to find the strings of a crime that seems almost perfect. He  does it, and how!

The characters are built in a pretty good way. The main leads, the detectives, and Science and technology go hand in hand. There is no conflict or any error in the data. The novel deals with basic human instincts, reflexes and coping mechanism. It also shows how our assumptions can go terribly wrong, if always thought in the same point of view.

The language is rich and descriptive. It's almost like being there in the crime scene. It's easy to visualize the novel - the beauty of Ayane, the cold blooded Yoshitaka, poor Hiromi, Utsami's extra special intelligence and intuitive powers, Kusanagi's falling for Ayane and the annoyingly pompous yet respectable Yukawa.

One thing I found annoying at one point though, was the speed. Especially at the beginning phase. It really does drag through for a while and I was honestly tempted to skim through pages. The curiosity builds somewhere after completing half the book, until then it was just me speculating and patting my back facepalm-ing for ruining it for myself.

On a whole, I think it's a pretty darn good book, if you don't mind the little drag. The plot is wise and I promise, you wouldn't have thought of it or guessed it right ;)

I finished it over night and no, I wasn't bored anywhere else.

So guys, give it a shot if you want a good read - thrilling, interesting and at the end, totally mind blowing 8)

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Press Release - Limited Edition by Van Heusen

*I was supposed to attend this event but well, exams are around so yea -_- All of you go drool already, this collection is so fabulous! :) *

VAN HEUSEN’S SHOWCASES LIMITED EDITION COLLECTION FOR WOMAN

~ An enthralling evening of unbridled fashion & glamour ~

Bangalore, 11^th May’13: Van Heusen, India’s No-1 premium lifestyle brand showcased its ‘Limited Edition’ collection for woman in the seasons most definitive fashion finale. It was an enthralling evening of unbridled fashion & glamour where hottest models took centerstage in a fantastic fashion show put together by the gorgeous choreographer Sheetal Sharma at Olive Beach in Bangalore last night.

With the Limited Edition collection Van Heusen does what it does best even better. Crafted from the most sophisticated fabrics and most contemporary cuts, these dresses are sure to elevate the woman from women. Be it the girl’s night out or a hotshot shoot, all one needs is an occasion to carry these dresses off. The ode to elegance, each of the Limited Edition dresses was imbued with the spirit of Van Heusen’s combination of fashion and style. Extremely sophisticated, feminine, exuding the delicate aroma of elegance, this collection definitely goes from summer edition to collector’s edition.

The fabulous fashion show which was specially organized for the loyal Van Heusen Woman customers called VAN HESUEN DIVAs, also witnessed Bangalore’s renowned socialites attending. Guests included Aparna Suri, Mariam Baig, Sarah Khatri and many more. Models Pashmeena Barker and Jackie Shetty led the troupe that scorched the runway in glamorous dresses, as the audience sipped wine and cocktails from a bespoke menu that complemented the fabulous “Limited Edition” range. What followed was an absolutely high adrenaline show packed with style, sophistication and great tunes by DJ Shasha, with Sheetal Sharma playing the host.

Glamour & Fashion was definitely the theme of the night and the fabulous crowd kept the party going, in truly Bangalore style!

About Van Heusen

Van Heusen is India’s No. 1 premium lifestyle brand for men, women and youth. With a rich heritage of 128 years, the brand entered India in 1990. It has had the unique distinction of establishing not only the brand, but also the ready-to-wear category. The brand epitomises ‘fashion for the corporate’, and its design driver is the combination of fashion and elegance.

Over last 22 years of existence in India, Van Heusen has been making workplace more fashionable. Van Heusen has consistently been ahead of the curve in understanding the evolving fashion needs of Indian professionals and making it accessible to the Indian consumer.

Lakme Clean Up Range Review

You know there is this neighbor kid. He is like one and a half years may be, cutest thing He ever made. And he actually tells half my name, 'Ta' 8) He crawls out of his gate, starts banging on my gate all the while screaming 'tatatatatataaaa' :D How I love that lil thing ^_^ One thing I have in common with him is dairy products. Yes, we both, whole heartedly HATE drinking milk -_- I can understand the poor guy's aversion. And we both love strawberries ^_^ That, I got to know this morning, 'cuz he couldn't stop kissing my cheeks.

His mom explained it to me later and it's 'cuz mister loves the smell of strawberries.

All hail the Lakme Clean Up Range with Strawberry extracts! :)

When Lakme sent this range home, I was delighted, really. It came in a super classy red bag, complete with product information, a headband and pen drives.*I'll update with the pictures soon, the camera battery died :\ *

So this range has three components - a face wash, a scrub and a mask. It aims at giving a complete clean up in three easy steps. Smart :)

All the three products come in adorable tubes - red in color and flip open. They are travel friendly, tested.

Check out the pricing and quantity here.

The Face Wash:

It's a gel like face wash and is pale red in color. It smells like strawberries, like strawberries being smeared all over you ^_^  *This is what made the cute thing kiss me :D * It is cooling on the skin and has minor scrubbing action, it has micro granules in it. The face wash is a blessing after coming home from the blazing sun :\ Weather, why you so hot? :\ It foams decently and leaves skin clean. I didn't experience any dryness or flaking, neither did I break out.

The Scrub:

Scrub is thick and spreads easily. It contains apricot, walnut and corn meal for scrubbing extracts. Its sort of pale yellow-brown and scrubs well. It's not harsh and does its job. *Boring lines or what?*

The Mask:

This, my friend, is a treat. Its super thick and you need only two peanut sized amounts to cover whole face. It's a little dry on its own, so apply it on damp skin. It spreads easily. It's not rich and creamy, it's more like Plaster of Paris :D It leaves skin smoother and glowy.

So how do I use the range?

I use the face wash once a day, as soon as I am back home from anywhere. *Other times its my trusted Dermadew* I use the scrub every alternate day, or sometimes every third day. It depends on what is the condition of my skin. As its summer, I tend to sweat a lot, and my skin gets oilier. The mask gets used once a week. And every time I use it, it's Christmas :D

One thing that I have observed is, from the moment I have started using this range, I am hardly breaking out. *lil dance* :o My skin feels great and is been in the best condition :o Right now, all I have to deal with is blemishes which are reducing day by day. I do get a pimple or two once a fortnight, but they don't stay. All this with my hair constantly in contact with my skin, fringes on forehead and layers on cheeks. *Woot!* It's either my hormones decided it's been enough fun and decided to grow up, or it's the clindamycin. Oh BTW, those of you that are using Clindamycin Clear Gel and aren't too happy with the results, try Clincitop. It's way better, way gentler yet way faster than the gel. It smells great and reduces the blemishes too. While you are at it, use a good sunscreen.

What I am trying to tell is, this range definitely hasn't irritated my super sensitive drama queen skin. It's super gentle and works on my mommy's dry skin the same way.

Lets list the pros and cons already! :)

Pros:

Super pretty tubes. *C'mon, half of my life's decisions are based on whether something is pretty, sparkly or pink*
Smells gorgeous ^_^
Didn't break me out
All the three tubes do whatever they are supposed to do, and boy they are good at their jobs
Economical - the scrub and mask will last an eternity may be
Summer perfect

Cons:

Err nothing, really :o I use a moisturizer after using any face wash as it is, so it's not a con to me.

So girls, have you used this range? What do you think? Shoot a comment! :) *If anybody wants ingredient list, let me know, I shall update*

PS: The products have been sent by the brand. It hasn't affected my opinion, hand on heart, you know me guys :)

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Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

Hi :) While I am sitting here typing this, you are 250 kilometers away, celebrating your brother's daughter's wedding. Of course. If you were here, I would be too busy Facebook-ing to be reminded of how much it sucks when you aren't around.
Sincerely,
Messed up room

Well okay. I might have as well told you all this, but well, we hardly ever tell anybody non-boyfriend/girl friend that we love them, know? Hatred, we profess. Love? Not so much.

So what happened was, I was wondering how much I love you and miss you. LOL. No. I came back home from college and had many stories to tell, and there was nobody to listen. Okay LOL. No. Still kidding. I was super hungry and realized chocolate cookies don't fill up like dinner. Dinner that I have after being coaxed 'cuz "Lady, you better eat that up. Imma gonna kick your ass if you plan of dieting".

Why did I ever grow up? Really. It was nice when I was a kid. You know, just you and me and no secrets. It was fun, I would tell you everything with no screening and you would listen with no judging. And then 16 happened. I grew up. *rolls eyes* It was so uncool to 'tell my mom everything'. And then secrets happened. Let's not get there now.

And then 20 happened. 18 and 19 happened too, 17 also. But the best was 19 and 20 happened. We somehow got okay with the secrets know? You knew my secrets, yet you didn't know. You knew my mistakes, yet I made none. Somewhere down the lane, "YOU NEVER UNDERSTAND ME MOMMMM!!!" changed to "Well I know she knows, so it's okay".

And then you wiped my mascara stained cheeks. You joined me with the FAD diet, though we both knew it would never work. And then we started bitching more about the relatives. We bitched about daddy too, sometimes.

And then we got our hair colored, you got black, I got red. You told me it's okay to score less marks once in a while. *See? I made you cool 8) * You told me that you'll always love me, no matter what shit I do in life. You told me I am beautiful, no matter what. You finally made peace with my I-Don't-Wear-Bindi-Everyday. You sat down and rated guys with me. You learnt to mask the horror with a poker face first, and then smile a smile every time I cooed when a hot guy passed by. You became the cool mom I could check out guys with and swoon. You found Ian Somerhalder cute enough to be your son-in-law. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MORE FOR THAT. You actually believed Enrique is my college senior and asked me to stay away from him, "He looks like a drug addict. Stay away. Look at that face, kudka". Oh my! How I love that Enrique wallpaper on my desktop. *giggles*
*Non Kannadigas, Kudka = drunkard*


You told me about that bitch in your office and I told you how to handle her. You somewhere made me feel good asking me for suggestions, you know why? Heart of my heart, I know that you know your answers and you still ask me, just to make me feel important. #ForeverAloneMe. Ha!

At some point, I became the mother, I think.

Well,

Here's to the gossip we share, here's to the Goli Vada Pavs. Here's to the long rides to Malleshwaram and also to Brigade Road and Indranagar and Kamakshipalya and Sunkadkatte and Banaswadi and Richmond Circle.  Here's to cute tee shirt hunting, and to painful threading sessions. Here's to matching manicures and pedicures and simultaneously hitting on the cute guy that does pedicures while you say, "Aaw I don't like the pedicures, those guys shouldn't touch feet". Me hitting on the pedicure guy, of course ;)
Here's to the pervert forwards and you replying 'LOL's to them - 'Life is sexually transmitted' and the bursting out into laughters :) Here's to the saree draping and jewelry shopping. Here's to the tantrums screamed and words exchanged. Here's to all the drama.

Mom, I might not say it often, I might not say it at all, but do know, you are the best mom ever. I'll always love you and will always be there for you, even when you want me to go fetch vegetables for dinner, I'll sit beside you and let your other offspring do the dirty work.

Someday, someday may be, I'll print this out and give it to you. Until then, good luck figuring out my blog ;)

All you people reading this, wipe those happy tears, and go buy something for your mom. Not everybody can be me and give a gift of words. GO buy some lipstick or saree already.
*I have the right to insult okay? I just wrote down the best mother's day letter ever*



Shameless self promotion: Incase you are clueless on what to buy, here you go. Wow, time changes everything. 

Mother's Day offer | It's time to update your make-up box!

It’s time to update your make-up box!

Lakmé’s Lipstick Exchange offer is back! The brand presents an exciting offer to update your make-up trousseau by simply exchanging your old lipsticks at the Lakme Beauty Advisory counters between 1st May 2013 to 31st May 2013. This offer avails you a Rs. 50/- off on purchase of two Lakmé Enrich Lipsticks or Rs. 100/- off on a purchase of Lakmé Lipsticks worth Rs. 550/- and above.

The offer will be available at all beauty advisor counters in:

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·         West: Mumbai, Thane, Kalyan,
Navi Mumbai, Pune, Nagpur, Ahmedabad

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It’s time to grab the latest from
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The Things We Shouldn't Do For Men

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I was randomly surfing *read wasting time* Facebooking, *yes, it's a verb now*, and found this one confession that a girl made - break up happened 'cuz the guy was a total ass. This girl wants to know how to move on and stop dying every day. She must be around 18, having her whole life ahead of her. And yet there she is, weeping and breaking herself day in and day out. My heart goes out to such girls, I tell ya. The over thinkers, the emotional ones. The ones that need rescuing. Though it's so tempting to be taken care of, made feel good and babied up, at one point, doesn't it get nauseous? I mean, shouldn't we all be a little more stronger? A little more braver? And a little more happier?

I found this piece by Oprah recently, couldn't stop myself from sharing. Next time you see a girl crying over The him, show her this.

If Oprah says so, it's GOTTA be true.

♥♥ If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. 

If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.

Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be. Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends". A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.

Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is you. Avoid men who have a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently? Always have your own set of friends separate from his. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.

You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within. Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are. Even if he has has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.

Never let a man define who you are. Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you. All men are NOT dogs.

You should not be the one doing all the bending... Compromise is two way street. You need time to heal between relationships. There is nothing cute about baggage... Deal with your issues before pursuing a new
relationship. You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you. A relationship consists of two WHOLE
individuals. Look for someone complimentary...
not supplementary.

Dating is fun... Even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right. Make him miss you sometimes... When a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him ~ he takes it for granted. Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man. Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others.

Scared of being alone is what makes a lot of women stay in relationships that are abusive or hurtful: Dr. Phil says... You should know that: You're the best thing that could ever happen to anyone and if a man mistreats you, he'll miss out on a good thing. If he was attracted to you in the 1st place, just know that he's not the only one. They're all watching you, so you have a lot of choices. Make the right one. Ladies take care of your own hearts... ♥♥

*smiles*

*I promise I'll be posting reviews and fashion related posts soon okay? I am at my creative best during exams, so you know, the abundance of creativity ;)*

Miss me ;)

Oh, and book mark this already!

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Pacific

It was the last night for her in her old apartment. Almost every thing was packed into neat boxes, sorted and labelled. She was moving to a whole new country, unaided. Supported and yet so alone. The packing had taken three solid weeks, a lot of friends were by her side - helping her pack and unpack, keep the wanted and trash can the unwanted. Every object had a memory stringed to it. It had killed her to throw them away, but well, the old had to make way for the new. Now that it was all over, she sat down to scrutinize the bits and pieces, for extra baggage is surely frowned upon. She took a last look at the last traces of her old home, her old self. Or rather, her real self? She didn't know. A certain peace engulfed her, a peace like the silence after a heavy rain.

It was time to move on, it was time to be new.

A new life lay ahead of her - new surprises, new challenges, new butterflies.

And this time, she promised herself to be there for herself, no matter what :) For she wanted to be the heroine of her life, not the victim.

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