How much time do you think I have to wake up, makeup, and get all dressed up just to go… nowhere? Have you ever done something like this?I got this sudden urge to try practicing eye makeup (because I suck at it) and even though it was an epic fail I went ahead and applied lipstick and it was that moment when I realized I did all this for nothing. How sad?
Have you ever seen the trailer of a movie and decided whether it’s worth watching or not? Well! 2020 started as a comedy trailer and turned into a horror movie and now everyone wants to avoid it just like a Ram Gopal Verma movie but can’t. Hands down. 2020 gets the Most Disastrous year Award of the decade. It’s like 2020 was supposed to be one of the best years because of the digits(or whatever). Turns out we got bamboozled and all my tantrums of being daddy’s princess and not doing any household chores in the past are trying to set scores with me.
Well, the heading says it all. Isn’t it? The greatest award of the year is here and it’s time to gear up and focus on the nominations. The main event will be witnessed on June 15 2019. You can find the details in their official page which is Annualbloggersbash. Make sure to follow them to stay updated.
PS: If you feel my blog Head Full Of Dreams belongs to any of the above category, I would be more than honored if you nominate me (Only if you think I deserve your time and nomination).
I always tried hard to stay awake and watch the door for any sign but then I was also a sleepy girl(still am) and each time I would end up sleeping and then waking up to the gifts miraculously placed behind my pillow. Santa would at times play with me too. He would drop in chits here and there mysteriously and each written chit would be a hint to where my gift could be. Didn’t seem like Santa had a busy night ahead. 😂 but then I must have been a very good girl for Santa to spend so much time at my house. Right?
So many memories and so much fun. All thanks to my Secret Santa who made the day so special with such meticulous planning. I have till date not caught my Santa red handed. 😀 but let me know if you have? 😉
Tell me, have you ever run away from something you absolutely love? Suddenly but not deliberately though. It’s like whole life you have craved for something and the moment you get the taste of it you somehow lose the value of it only to realize it later how ignorant you’ve been the whole time. Life is not a bed of roses. There. I said it. I accept the old saying. But what I am not going to accept is that the moment life becomes a bit tough, you forget what you initially gave in to reach this stage.
What does blogging mean to you? Does it help you cope up with your life in any way? It does for me and I may not have a perfect life but I treat my blog to be the perfect flavor that I have in my life. As I write this, I am confused as to what made me stop writing in the first place. Was it the hectic schedule that I was having or was it just an excuse for me? I sure could take out time to breath. I know that’s the necessity but isn’t writing supposed to be a necessity for those who claim to be bloggers?
Have you ever been told which kind of animal you’re ? Maybe when you broke something in your house, your angry mom compared you to some animal stating even that animal is well-behaved but not you. Or maybe when you scored less in your Math exam, your father compared your brain to that of an animals?
My father keeps telling me I am a Goat. I don’t blame him though. I keep doing such things to justify his saying. Like when I was small, there was this phone call for dad. My dad told me to inform the person that he was not at home. So like a good kid I told the person that my dad has told me to tell you that he is not at home right now. My father having heard this immediately got up and took the call. My mom and sister on the other hand could not control their laughter. My father joined in too and told me jokingly I was a goat. Now, do you blame him for saying me that?
So I bought myself a personalized diary to write my thoughts in it. Big deal? Turns out I don’t have much thoughts!!! Only if I knew it before ordering one. Anyways, with each passing day I keep discovering that I have some traits of Joey. First, I don’t like sharing food and now this. I am just a thoughtless person it seems and well I don’t mind being Joey.
I certainly don’t regret buying this. I am in love with it and it looks super cute. All the more reason I don’t want to write but eventually I have to, so I plan to be super cautious and of course write in my best handwriting Possible.Ever.)
Every Thursday I have the urge to post something Artistic, even if it’s not mine and I am happy to announce that I am back with Share Your Art .
I always believe every effort needs to be acknowledged and it’s just a little push that is needed. If you have a DIY VLOG/BLOG and want it to be published here for feedback and more audience, I would love to give you all that little push and Feature it on my Artistic Thursday dedicating one post solely to you. Just share me your details in my Contact Form . I will have a look into it personally and definitely get back to you if anything else is required. I would love to be a part of your journey and learn something new. Looking forward for some great entries. Please help me spread it to your artist friends too PS : It’s free
It’s been ages since I was Banned From Shopping Anymore. Okay Fine!!! Maybe it’s been just 1 month that I didn’t feed my already fat wardrobe. But I realized I have been really selfish. All I did was care about the health of my wallet. I wanted it to be healthy wealthy and wise. I never thought that by doing this I was actually neglecting my other love. Wise people (like me) believe that if you don’t show your love constantly for something they tend to get sad and depressed. Don’t we always crave for attention and love? Turns out every other thing can also feel, like human beings.
~There she was as a kid, playing happily with her mom and dad. Her dad giving her a horse ride on his back. She loved it. Now she hardly called them and felt guilty.
~There she was gossiping with her college friends who were once her lifeline. They would share every little secret(even the dark ones) with each other. Now she hardly knew where they even lived.
~There she was, her boyfriends arm wrapped upon her and the safest place in this world. She loved it how he would tease her and pull her chubby cheeks. She did love him then and still loved him. Only if she had not let him go.
Let’s have a healthy competition. Do you have your dream logo for your blog too?
If you happen to have a logo for your blog or you are planning to make one, then do post about it and ping me back so I can check it out. I would love to see your logos and maybe we can hold a healthy competition for the same where we all vote for the best one. Make sure to ping me back your post and I will compile all the logos in one post and then we can vote. I would love to make a guest post for the winner too. It would be fun right?
As a child I believed that when we grow old, our parents would become small and we would take care of them like they do for us right now. After certain time they would again grow old and we would become small and they would take care of us. This process would continue in a cyclic manner. It never really crossed my mind then that it wasn’t the logic that God followed. However coming to think of my logic, it would have been great, don’t you think?
Any resemblance to donkeys(living or dead) is purely Coincidental. The two donkeys in the featured image (who are smiling even though burdened) have just been used as a reference to human life on Mondays and is not intended to hurt the emotions of donkeys.
All you have to do is follow a pattern to fill the page. It doesn’t have to be complicated. Simple designs can give awesome result. You can lift your pen after completing a series or if you want to make a continuous form of art you can do that too. You just don’t have to pick up your pen at all. Interesting right?
I think this art will look great in crushed paper too. The background will add to the texture. Don’t you think so? The best thing about this form of art is you can do it anywhere. Like literally!!! You are bored. You have a pen and paper by your side. Just let your imagines run wild (but remember only with a pen not a knife).
So I stand there with the letter in my hand. The police asks me several questions (when? where? how?) and for some reason I am very nervous. I try to act confidant. But God!!! they sure can make you weak in your knees even if you haven’t done anything wrong. Even if it’s you who is reporting a crime, you will end up feeling like a criminal. Pheww. I tried to act cool and you know maybe joke a little bit( Bad timing!!!) So I shut up finally . He is done with the process and I am thankful to get that stamp in my letter.
I am just too much into food right now(read: Since forever). The problem is that I think they want me to eat them. I know they don’t have legs but how else would you explain them ending up in my hand every other time. Strange right? It’s like I am inviting them : “Hey there, why don’t you come and stay over in my stomach for a night”. It has to anyway leave the house next day. (If you know what I mean). It’s not like I do much. They just seem to love me back. Well most of them. I can judge if they liked the stay or not. Sometimes you won’t even know they are staying but other times, some of them I must say make the stay so hard that I contemplate on why I invited (read : ate) them in the first place. The series that follows next is not to be mentioned.