My jolly sailor bold...

Upon one summer's morning, I carelessly did stray,

Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay

Conversing with a young lass, who seem'd to be in pain,

Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,

There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal,

May happiness attend him wherever he may go

From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan,

All for my jolly sailor bold, until he sails home.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,

There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

My father is a merchant—the truth I now will tell,

And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,

His fortune doth exceed 300,000 gold,

And he frowns upon his daughter, who loves a sailor bold.

A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,

True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,

There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,

To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.

My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,

And often we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway

Many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold,

Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,

There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair,

And I’ve left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be

Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea,

While up aloft, in storm, from me his absence mourn,

And firmly pray, arrive the day, he’s never more to roam…

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,

There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold (3)

Someone like you! - From Adele

I can relate to this... every time i hear it!

I heard that you're settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I'll remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I'll remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I'll remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I'll remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

In all seriousness, WTF?!

Got you! That title was to get some attention to what I’m writing here. 

Today, I faced one of those WTF moments. This morning I heard a scoff from a girl and I had a think…"I don’t really understand, since when is wearing a black jumpsuit and black pumps breaking the fashion rules? And since when did it become an unusual thing to put effort into what you wear?

Why people ask questions like “why are you so dressed up?” “what’s that outfit you’re wearing?” As if wearing something trendy and makes you feel good is a “strange” thing to do!

Yeah, it’s hard to ignore a scoff from jealous haters. It’s infuriating.

Remember, we live in a city that’s best known to be “unstylish” & women are scared to dress up, that includes ‘YOU’.  While you are busy scoffing at me, theres people in London, Paris, Milan, New York and other fashion capitals scoffing at 'YOU'. Chennai here can’t become a fashion hub without someone going first. Unlike you, I’d rather be the change I want to see so that everyone else can follow my fab lead. (while i stick to 'modesty')  

Let me tell you this. I’ve two personalities: a wild child and perfectly polished personality. I swap between the two on a perfect week. As I prep up each day, my choice of dress will affect my choices of lipstick, accessories, and footwear. Sometimes, it’s based purely on my mood. For instance, if I'm a bit down, I'll wear bright colors to cheer myself. On the contrary, leaving home in a wrinkled top, shaggy jeans, slept on hair, keep me feeling ‘blah’ all day. And dressing 'unconventionally' (as you might call)  helps me develop the self-assurance needed to stand out from everyone else.

And yes, there isn’t exactly a ‘cash prize’ for being the best-dressed person at office ☺ It just surprises me how being a strong, independent, & confident girl can be "intimidating" to others. 

I’ll bet you that I ain’t getting any attention because of my appearance, but because I smile a lot, look them in the eye, I’m genuinely happy, WEAR ANYTHING with CONFIDENCE (‘confidence bold & underlined’) straight-forward, friendly and easy to be with.

Fashion is a method of ‘self-expression’. If you’ve got a great style, killer confidence and a good body, it’s just not wrong to flaunt it. What’s wrong is, your old-fashioned jealousy ☺ And yeah, nothing beats the rush you feel when you look in the mirror and LOVE the fashionable YOU. I know you want it. So, go get it!

I'm going numb...

Can’t feel my bones, I’m just going numb walking…

I pass the woman, outside your door she’s howling

Taking a fall from grace…entangled in addiction

As the memories cling like parasites…

Towards insanity, she’s gravitating…

She got left behind, the final walk pending…

Homie you gotta see, she got tricked by a whiff of hope

You neva used ya mind, shadowing the blind…

Plagued with instability…like an animal…you wet up the sheets…

Ya didn’t feel a thing, disappearing, steadily fading

There’s just nothing left to say

Still from the loss, the girl she’s reeling…

Empty promises, broken trust…

She tries to fall out of love, out of betrayal…

Murders the feeling, licks the wounds from the slaying,

The memories turn boomerangs, the bounce that’s hard-hitting…

Her pillow, the tears are staining

This time was overboard, you ran right out of alibis.
Remember Karma is a bitch, and your account is in the clearing…