Saturday Confessions and Ramblings

Trying to start a weekly series on a blog is probably not the best idea for a lazy blogger, but I thought it would be a good way to challenge myself to give more time to GingerSnaps. Also, I don't think that I would be able to come up with confessions every week. I mean come on, my life is not that interesting. 

Now when we are talking about confessions, that doesn't mean those hardcore "FB confession pages" type confessions (god knows we have enough of those already.) Just some harmless little facts that people don't know about me would do.

So I want to confess.....

to you all..... that I am...... "Mascara challenged."

Yes I just made up that term. But coming to the point, no matter how meticulously I apply mascara with highly cautious strokes, 4 out of 5 times I mess it up. You know how girls always talk about applying only mascara and lip-gloss if they are running late. I guffaw at the thought of me trying to apply mascara in a hurry.

Me + Mascara+ Rush = Mascara mess all over my under eye area + Cleaning up the mess for the next ten minutes + Being late

I confess that I messed up applying mascara before rushing to the L'Oreal Colour Genius Meet-up yesterday, (yes Shanaya, this is the reason I was late!) and I messed it up two days ago before going to the Moroccanoil's latest products launch event too. Being 'Mascara challenged' (I wanted to use the acronym but that didnt come out right :P) is indeed a very serious condition for a beauty blogger, but a girl can't be perfect at everything, right? *flutters eyelashes*  

Ramblings

Let us see what else do I have to tell you. Oh yes, how can I forget. Did I tell you that Oriflame had invited me for a trip to their RnD centre in Dublin, Ireland. Frigging Ireland, the land where everyday has a happy ending! Did I tell you that the stay was going to be in Ritz Carlton! Oh I didn’t, right? You know why, because my visa got rejected. Four days before the trip, I got a message from the Oriflame team, saying that my visa had been rejected, and they were trying for it again but the chances were bleak. 

While my sad little heart slouched on the floor and wept, my mother felt relieved because from the start she doubted that this all had been a plan to kidnap her daughter. I looked towards the sky the ceiling, and said, "Really god? Really?" I don’t remember going around kicking puppies or snatching candies from little kids, or anything remotely wicked that I could have done to deserve this. Telling me that I was going to have something mind-blowingly awesome that I could have never imagined or even thought about praying for, and then taking it away before I could have it, was quite brutal.

Do you remember that seen in the movie Judai in which a very ecstatic Sridevi tells all of the mohalla-walas that she is going to go for a movie in the eve with her hubby, Anil Kapoor, and kids, and then Anil Kappor doesn't turn up. Well that's somewhat how I felt. (Yes I made a 15 year old movie reference, kill me.) Good I had only told some of my good friends and family about the trip. And thank god I didn't put up shameless FB statuses like "Off to Ireland ........ Wheeeee." That would have been embarrassing. 

Sometimes things that are too good to be true, are exactly that. I didn't talk to god for two whole days after this episode.

Would you like to see more posts in this series? Otherwise I can always jot up such pointless thoughts in my "Dear Diary" you know.

So girls, did you do something this week that you would like to get off your chest? Come on now, you can tell me. Anonymous comments accepted. *winks*

xoxo