I bought the January issue of KLue magazine after what seemed like my own little protest when they increased the price of the magazine. And there was this feature on a girl who refers to herself as Kinky Blue Fairy. She's the current "it" blogger who blogged about clubs, fashion, holiday vacations and all things that I consider 'fabulous'. Out of curiousity, I checked out her blog http://www.kinkybluefairy.net/.
Well..I have to give it to this chick. She has fierce red hair, nice garbs to wear for her extensive club nites and although I'm not really sure what she does for living, I bet its a fabulous, wonderful gig in the middle of the city. She has the life that I want! Hurhur! The life that I always believe I deserve. Seriously man!
I started this blog like six months ago. I doubt it that people really reads all my bitchin and whinin while trying my best to emulate the fabulousity that I don't really have. Life is such a drag! I'm sick of all this. I wish I could be like kinkyblue-whatever and dyed my black, coarse hair red. Or maybe I should be like that fat Cuban-American guy who trashed Hollywood celebs on his blog page. Yeah, Perez Hilton. I know!
My job is wearing me off. Its 21st of January and I've already used up all of my last month's salary. I can't barely afford my train ticket these days.. I even have to put my driving lessons on hold because I can't afford to pay 200bucks for the class. Fuuuuuuck! And just now I heard that they cut down the electricity of our hostel ( yeah! exactly! Laugh all you want but I still do stay in a hostel with some of my students). This is not the way I imagined my 2008 to be..
Oh Gosh! I was supposed to talk about the Fairywhatever.. I think she's fabulous. I always want to believe that I am beyond fabulous. I blog, I try my best to fit into my skin-tight Topman jeans, I went to Zouk and had three beers last week, I go shopping in the city on weekends..Well if those are your definition of fabulousity, then maybe I am fabulous. Whatever! Laugh all you want. Hahhah!
Sometimes it feels like this blog is just a make believe. Its like my tiny little space of escapism. Haha..I go and hang out with my friends in the city on weekends. Took some great photographs while we shop and dance in the club. Comes Monday morning, I take the first train to work, teach English and go back to my run-down hostel room at 5 pm. And that's my reality! Do you still think that I'm fabulous? Now you tell me.