To Each His Own

Morning:

Boy! Am I bad influence or what?! Heehaa…. Well I am a little bit of a rebel at times and do not like to follow the norms (at times only). The RCA(root cause analysis) for the bad influence generated by me is my heels. I hate wearing them. It’s the worst possible torture definitely invented by the man. I had done major shopping for western formals before arriving London. But the pain I have to go through was bearable but then frustrating at times. So I started to pass of my black jeans as formals along with formal shirts and a black jacket. :) Well now I see that chudail has started to wear blue jeans to office on weekdays. Well I am not being judgemental at all. To each, his own!

But its cool SHE is following MY lead hehahaha….

Noon:
Life can be such a bitch at times. Why does it have to get like this that I have to feel so forlorn? Is it worth living like this here? It just gets shitty everyday. And if looks could kill I would be a murderer by now. I have thrown imaginary daggers and what not.

How can anyone get such derisive pleasure after tormenting someone else? How can they be happy? I will grow a hundred yrs old before I return if things continue like this.

To each his own indeed.