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The Morning Struggle of Trying to Get Fit

The alarm clock blares at 5:00 AM. The promise you made to yourself at 1:00 AM—“Tomorrow, I’ll wake up at 5 AM and change my life!”—is still ringing in your head. But you’ve got this. It’s the new you, the one who has decided that 2025 is the year your glow-up begins. You’ve seen enough Instagram posts, read enough quotes about “becoming the best version of yourself,” and watched enough reels of that one girl who has abs after having two kids and a full-time job. You’re ready. Or at least, you tell yourself that.

You drag yourself out of bed, feeling like a wet sponge. There’s a brief, fleeting moment where you think, Maybe tomorrow? But no, no, no. Today is the day. So you stumble to the bathroom, grab your jade roller (which you absolutely do not understand how to use, but you’ve seen influencers do it, so you’re doing it too), and begin your 15-step skincare routine. You’ve watched enough beauty gurus on Instagram to know that if you don’t apply a serum that costs more than your weekly grocery budget, your face will crumble and you’ll never glow again.

Now, you’re in the kitchen. Your skin is shining like a well-lit Bollywood heroine, and you feel… almost like you’re on a beach in Goa, the perfect Insta moment. Time to prep your meals for the day. You feel like a meal-prep guru, just like the influencers. You grab your tupperware and start measuring out chicken breasts with an accuracy that only someone who’s watched 47 YouTube tutorials on meal prep can achieve. The feeling of being “in control of your life” is so real right now.

As you open the fridge, you glance over at the protein powder you bought last week from Amazon, which cost enough to feed a family for a month. You wonder, Was this a mistake? But, no—focus. You’ve got this.

Then you check Instagram, as you do. But hold up—what’s this? A post from that girl, you know, the one whose abs you’ve been staring at like a hungry stray dog? Her caption says, “Eat your greens if you want to glow like a goddess!”

Okay, greens it is. You grab some kale (which you had to hunt for in the local sabzi mandi, and of course, it cost you ₹300 for a handful) and toss it into your tupperware like you’re on an episode of MasterChef. You feel like a winner. No, scratch that—you feel like a queen.

But then, oh no. You swipe to the next post. This one’s all about protein. You read the caption: “Protein is the secret to lean muscle and burning fat efficiently!” The image is of some ripped guy with a six-pack who looks like he’s never eaten anything remotely related to butter chicken in his life. You seriously consider eating chicken breasts for breakfast. Who needs a paratha when you can have grilled chicken with everything?

But wait—before you can even start grilling that chicken breast, another post pops up. This one has the boldest claim: “Eating protein for fat loss is a myth! Don’t fall for it!”

Myth? What do you mean, “myth”? But… that’s the truth, right? My head is spinning. You remember that Instagram reel of Chloe Ting’s 2-week ab challenge that promises you’ll get abs by tomorrow if you just do the exercises for 30 minutes a day. You could do that! Right after your 4,000-step walk around the kitchen to pace out how many grams of carbs you’re allowed to eat with your kale.

You feel like you’ve just entered the Twilight Zone of fitness advice. First it’s eat greens, then it’s protein, then carbs are fine, but wait—carbs are your enemy. Maybe you should try keto? No, no, go vegan! Or maybe you need to do intermittent fasting at 6 AM—but should I have a black coffee or a masala chai to get the energy to do it?

Sht.* The confusion is real.

Your head spins like a revolving door in a five-star hotel. You’ve got the quinoa, the kale, the protein powder, and now you’re eyeing the aloo tikki in your fridge that you bought last week when you were weak. You’re that person who, at one point, had no idea what quinoa even was, and now you’re the one with a collection of random superfoods you can’t pronounce. You’re pretty sure there’s a detox powder in the pantry, but does it even work? How many TikTok influencers have sworn by it?

You stare at the quinoa for a while. Then the masala chips. Then back at the kale. And for a moment, you actually wonder if you could live off of only chia seeds and almond milk…but what’s the point? Are they actually helping you get fitter or just helping the influencer industry make a ton of money off your confusion?

Suddenly, you feel it—the familiar feeling that you’ve been avoiding since the second you woke up: the urge to nap. The one that says, “Screw it, maybe sleep is the real key to fat loss.” After all, who said you can’t just snooze your way to health? If you take a nap now, you’ll wake up refreshed, feeling like a new person—totally ready for a run or yoga or whatever it is people do in the morning.

So, you crawl back into bed, clutching your blanket like it’s your only remaining shred of dignity.

But just as you’re about to pass out, your phone buzzes. “Drinking lemon water first thing in the morning will change your life!” You blink at the message. You could squeeze a lemon. You could buy a cute, overpriced glass bottle on Amazon that promises “toxins” will be eliminated from your system.

You put the phone down, eyes heavy, and your mind just… shuts off.

Before you know it, it’s 7 AM. The sun is up, but you’re under the covers, still half in a dream about running a marathon in a perfect athleisure set, sipping your chia pudding on the side.

Tomorrow, you tell yourself. Tomorrow, you’ll wake up at 5 AM, stretch, drink lemon water, and do a 7-minute Chloe Ting workout. But today? Today, you rest.

Your girl

XOXO ❤

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K-Drama Oppas, Aesthetic Cafes, and Perfect Skin: The Korean Dream

HEY FABULOUS READERS,

Oh, the magical world of K-dramas! Where every street is an enchanting backdrop, every man is a swoon-worthy CEO, and every romance is filled with enough butterflies to populate a garden. But let’s be honest – who wouldn’t want to escape to Korea and find their perfect CEO, with a heart of gold beneath that icy exterior?

However, it’s not just the heart-fluttering romances that have us dreaming about the Korean lifestyle. Oh no, it’s the whole package – the flawless skin, the impeccable wardrobe, the convenience stores that seem to stock everything we never knew we needed, and let’s not forget that mouth-watering street food. I mean, have you ever seen someone make a meal look as tempting as those street food vlogs? It’s almost unfair.

Ah, the envy doesn’t just knock on the door; it throws a K-beauty sheet mask party and invites itself into our lives. Welcome to the realm of Korean beauty standards – where flawless skin is not just a goal; it’s practically a superpower. I’ve scrolled through Instagram and encountered K-beauty influencers’ routines, and let me tell you, it’s like watching a skincare symphony conducted by wizards who have a direct hotline to the skincare gods.

Their 10-step skincare routine is more intricate than my life decisions. I mean, I can barely commit to a three-step process, and here they are, transforming their faces into radiant canvases with an array of magical potions. I swear, their skin looks like it signed a pact with the Fountain of Youth while the rest of us were stuck in traffic. And don’t get me started on the glow – it’s like they’ve bottled up the essence of happiness and are applying it to their faces daily. I’m over here trying to achieve a radiant complexion, and they’re out there with skin so luminous it could guide lost ships to shore. Clearly, the skincare gods played favorites, and we’re just the middle children, stuck with the cosmic equivalent of hand-me-downs.

And let’s talk about hair – have you seen those K-pop idols with their perfect locks, swaying effortlessly in the wind? It’s like they stepped out of a shampoo commercial, while the rest of us are stuck in a perpetual bad hair day. Why can’t we have the same hair game? It’s a mystery we may never solve.

Now, enough about the skin and hair goals, let’s shift our focus to those mesmerizing cafes. Have you ever watched a cafe vlog and felt an inexplicable desire to book the next flight to Seoul? The aesthetic appeal of those places is on another level. From beautifully crafted drinks to cozy atmospheres, it’s like they have a secret manual on how to make everything visually pleasing. Meanwhile, I’m here, struggling to match my socks.

Ah, those serene cooking vlogs! They transport us to a world where the kitchen is a sanctuary, and every dish is a work of art. As we watch, entranced, they effortlessly whip up a five-course meal with the finesse of a Michelin-star chef, while I sit on my couch debating whether to order pizza or pasta for the third night in a row. It’s a culinary showdown of epic proportions: on one side, the master chefs gracefully dance around their kitchen, wielding knives like seasoned samurais, while on the other side, there’s me, the microwave maestro, expertly navigating the complexities of pressing a few buttons and waiting impatiently for that comforting ding.

The contrast couldn’t be more comical if I tried. While they elegantly julienne vegetables with the precision of a surgeon, I struggle to open a jar of pasta sauce without breaking a sweat (or a nail). And as they delicately garnish their dishes with sprigs of fresh herbs, I’m left wondering if I can pass off a sprinkle of dried oregano as “gourmet seasoning”.

But hey, who needs culinary expertise when you’ve mastered the art of pressing “Start” on the microwave with just the right amount of flair? It’s a skill that may not win any awards, but it certainly keeps my stomach satisfied and my kitchen drama-free. So here’s to those cooking vloggers, inspiring us with their culinary wizardry, while I sit back, relax, and contemplate whether to go for the pizza or the pasta… again.

But perhaps, in all seriousness, the allure of Korean culture is in its ability to balance tradition and modernity, creating a unique blend that captures the imagination. K-dramas have mastered the art of storytelling, making us believe in fairy tales and perfect love stories. They give us a glimpse into a world where everything seems effortlessly beautiful, even the struggles.

So, while we may not wake up looking like K-drama characters, or effortlessly whip up gourmet meals, or have cafes straight out of a dream, we can still appreciate the magic that Korea brings into our lives. But hey, in our quest for eternal radiance, let’s embrace our skincare journey with humor. Maybe the secret to perfect skin is not in a 10-step routine but in laughter lines earned from enjoying life without worrying about whether our pores are visible from space.

Let’s embrace the dreamy, the aesthetic, and the enchanting – and who knows, maybe one day, we’ll find our own perfect oppa, flaws, and all. Until then, let’s enjoy the beauty of Korean culture from the comfort of our burrito-wrapped beds. After all, dreams are meant to be a little goofy, a little unrealistic, and a whole lot of fun.

XOXO

YOUR GIRL ❤

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URBANIC Unleashed: The Fashion Fiesta Starter Pack in My Grand Tour of Online Stores (Spoiler: It’s Like Finding a Unicorn in a Thrift Shop)

Hey fabulous fashionistas and trendsetters!

Grab your popcorn and get ready for a rollercoaster ride through the world of online fashion, as I spill the tea on the one and only URBANIC. Buckle up, because we’re about to dive into a shopping experience that’s more thrilling than a catwalk on roller skates.

So, here’s the deal – I recently revisited my past blogs and had an epiphany. My witty and funny anecdotes were on point, but did they serve a real purpose? Well, besides making you snort with laughter, not really. So, my dear readers, I’ve decided to embark on a mission – to help you make crucial life decisions. And what’s more important than deciding what to wear? Nothing, I tell you. Absolutely nothing!

Enter URBANIC, the holy grail of online clothing stores. Now, all you fashion-forward peeps might have heard whispers about it, maybe even added a few items to your wishlist, but have you taken the plunge and actually hit that ‘buy now’ button? If not, brace yourselves for the revelation of a lifetime – it’s AMAZING. And no, I’m not just throwing around compliments like confetti at a fashion show; I’ve got the receipts (and by receipts, I mean a shopping cart full of fabulousness).

Let me break it down for you, my style-savvy comrades. When you’re on the hunt for the perfect summer ensemble or that killer outfit for a hot date night, where’s your first stop? If it’s not URBANIC, you’re missing out on the fashion adventure of a lifetime. Picture this – a treasure trove of clothes that not only make you look like a Pinterest dream but also cost less than a cup of fancy coffee. I mean, we’re talking about prices so good, you might think you accidentally stumbled into a fashion black hole where everything is a steal.

And let’s talk range, honey. URBANIC isn’t just a store; it’s a portal to a parallel universe where style and affordability coexist like the best of friends. Whether you’re into casual chic or dressing up like you’re about to hit the Met Gala (because, why not?), they’ve got you covered. And the kicker? You won’t have to sell a kidney to afford it.

https://in.urbanic.com/details/color-block-bodycon-dress-112030

Now, I know what you’re thinking – “But, random blogger person, are you just hyping it up for the fun of it?” Well, yes, but also no. I wouldn’t mess with your wardrobe decisions. URBANIC has earned its spot in my blogger hall of fame, right next to witty comebacks and cat memes.

https://in.urbanic.com/details/pocket-duffle-coat-114485

So, next time you’re torn between looking fly and saving those hard-earned bucks, remember this gospel truth – URBANIC is the answer. Your closet will thank you, your bank account will thank you, and I’ll thank you for trusting my impeccable fashion advice. Happy shopping, you stylish legends!

(URBANIC, HIRE ME MAYBE?) LOL

YOUR GIRL

XOXO<3

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Thrifty Tales: A Quirky Guide to Thrifting and Reselling

In the wild world of fashion, where brand names once reigned supreme, a new era has dawned for us broke millennials and Gen Z-ers. We’ve traded in the glitz and glamour for the thrill of thrifting. Forget Kylie and Kendall Jenner; it’s time for us normals to shine. For me, Sarojini Nagar and Janpath hold more allure than any Zara or Nike outlet ever could. Thrifting is the ultimate jackpot of unique finds and budget-friendly prices, but it can be a bit overwhelming if you’re just starting out. Fear not, dear reader! This guide is here to arm you with the wisdom and wit you need to conquer those thrift store aisles like a champ. Soon enough, you’ll be strutting out with a wardrobe full of quirky gems and a wallet that’s not sobbing in despair.

1. Celebrating the Unconventional

Thrift stores are a carnival of curiosities, so don’t shy away from the peculiar. From velvet Elvis paintings to vintage turtlenecks, there’s something to tickle everyone’s fancy. Remember, what may seem mismatched can often turn into a sensational style statement. Trust your inner fashionista; she knows what’s up!

2. Bargain Like a Bazaar Guru

   We’ve all witnessed our mothers negotiating like seasoned pros, putting our meek attempts to shame. Don’t be afraid to channel your inner bargaining guru. Get creative, and if all else fails, offer to serenade the thrift store staff with a catchy jingle or a spontaneous dance. Who knows what deals you might uncover?

3. Mine the Section Apart from Clothes

   Don’t limit yourself to the clothing racks alone. The accessory section is a treasure trove of hidden gems, from antique bracelets to statement belts. These oddball finds can be the missing puzzle piece for your next outfit or the crown jewel of your reselling endeavors.

4. Effortless Navigation: Your Prepped and Primed To-Do List

   Before stepping into a thrift store, whip up a bingo card of the wacky wonders you hope to discover. It’s like a treasure map to guide you through the aisles. Disco ball accessories, vintage turtlenecks, and velvet Elvis paintings – check them off and revel in your victorious dance party!

5. Reverse Shoplifting: Spread the Giggles

   Why not sprinkle a little magic for the next shopper? Leave delightful notes or whimsical trinkets in the pockets of clothes, ready to bring a smile to their face. And when you make a sale, continue the tradition. Spread the giggles and good vibes, and make it your unique selling point.

6. Turn Trash into Cash

   Once you’ve amassed your trove of thrifted treasures, let them shine and sparkle in the online marketplace. Quirky photos and offbeat descriptions will make your listings stand out. Remember, Instagram is teeming with fellow thrifters, so find your niche and make it a spectacle.

7. Style Vintage Finds for the Modern Era

   Don’t be afraid to mix and match eras to create outfits that are as unique as you are. Thrifted accessories add personality and tell a story. Anyone can wear mass-produced items, but it’s how you put them together that sets you apart.

8. Document Your Thrifting Adventures

   Share your thrift store escapades on social media. Create uproarious vlogs chronicling your journey to craft the perfect outfit or quirky art piece. Witty captions and hilarious anecdotes will give your finds a personal touch. You might just inspire others to join in the fun and boost your thrifting empire.

In conclusion, thrifting is a treasure trove for the quirky and budget-conscious. Armed with these tips and tricks, you’ll be thrifting and reselling like a pro in no time. So, strap on your quirkiest shoes, embrace the weird, and let the thrifting adventures begin! Your wardrobe—and wallet—will thank you.

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Sibling Souls: Unraveling the Mystery of Our Telepathic Millennial Upbringing

I am back with a banger, which I am sure the millennial kids would side with. WHY-DID-WE-ALL-HAVE-A-COMMON-CHILDHOOD? Ah, the great Millennial Convergence Conspiracy! It’s as if we all attended the same global daycare center run by a benevolent overlord named Nostalgia.

Our parents, of course, were part of a secret society called The Committee for Universal Millennial Upbringing (TCUMU), where they exchanged parenting tips on how to properly raise a generation on a steady diet of Rasna and Pokemon battles.

And let’s not forget the mandatory fashion classes we all secretly attended, where skinny jeans and slap bracelets were deemed the pinnacle of style, while our elders scratched their heads in bewilderment.

Now ya’ll tell me, why is it that when we ask our parents where to put something, we get the answer as “on my head”. As if “On my head” is the ultimate parental GPS system, ensuring that no misplaced object shall escape their omniscient gaze.

And the legendary “flying chappal” maneuver! A staple of brown households, deployed with uncanny accuracy and precision. It’s a marvel of aerodynamics, a true feat of parental athleticism. We, the brave recipients of these airborne missiles, have developed lightning-fast reflexes and ninja-like evasion skills.

And my dear millennials, the inevitable marriage pressure! The universal rite of passage for every brown child. It’s like they believe there’s a mystical age limit, and once you cross it, they summon the Marriage Brigade to ensure you find a life partner faster than you can say “arranged matrimony.”

I know everyone will agree that we have such a tiring schedule as a corporate slave or a government employee, but Oh, the golden age of boundless energy and unstoppable enthusiasm! We were like tiny Energizer bunnies on steroids, weren’t we?

Rising at the crack of dawn, we embarked on our daily odyssey to the hallowed halls of education, armed with backpacks that seemed larger than life itself. Eight hours of mental gymnastics, where we acrobatically flipped between subjects, all while desperately trying to avoid the dreaded “pop quizzes.”

Then, off to our extracurricular boot camps, where we honed our skills in everything from quadratic equations to pirouettes. Dance, music, math, you name it – we were the Renaissance kids of the modern era.

And let’s not forget our heroic endeavors in the neighborhood Olympics! “Pitthu,” the ancient sport of dodging balls and reclaiming thrones, was our battlefield. “I Spy(commonly known as Ice Pice)” a covert operation involving keen eyes and stealthy maneuvers, was our secret agent training. And cricket, the national pastime of our childhood, where we learned the art of diplomacy through heated arguments over LBW decisions.

Yet, somehow, we emerged from these daily marathons with boundless energy, ready to conquer the world. Our parents must’ve been convinced we were part-time superheroes.

Lo and behold, in this day and age, we wield iPhones with the finesse of a master swordsman. With a flick of the finger, we summon the digital realm, effortlessly gliding through screens and apps. It’s like we’re wizards casting spells with our touchscreens!

But oh!, the ancient art of phone button mashing! It’s like we were training for a digital thumb-wrestling championship. “A-B-C, no wait, that’s not right… Let’s try again, a-b-c!” It was a workout for our thumbs that would put any texting Olympian to shame. We had biceps in our thumbs, I tell you!

And who can forget the legendary landline negotiations? “Mom, Dad, can I use the phone? Just for a quick chat…about life-altering pre-teen matters, of course.” It was like trying to obtain royal permission to access the kingdom’s most prized treasure.

The landline itself was a majestic beast, perched on a throne in the living room, connected to the world by a seemingly endless cord. It was the lifeline to our social universe, and we guarded it with the fervor of medieval knights.

Now, armed with our streaming services, we wield the power of a thousand cassette tapes in the palm of our hands. We curate playlists with the finesse of a Michelin-star chef crafting a gourmet meal.

Ah, ancient rites of musical initiation back in our day, it was more like a quest for the Holy Grail of Walkmans. Venturing into the Internet Cafe was akin to a mystical pilgrimage. Armed with floppy disks or USB relics, we humbly approached the Oracle of the Counter, beseeching for the latest English songs.

And let us not forget the legends themselves: Linkin Park, the angsty bards; Michael Jackson, the moonwalking maestro; Backstreet Boys, the harmonizing heroes; and Queen, the rock royals. Their melodies were our anthems, and their beats, our battle cries.And the 2010s bops, a treasure trove of head-banging hits! Each bass drop was a seismic event, sending shockwaves through our adolescent souls. We danced like nobody was watching, except for the occasional judging cat or curious pet goldfish.

May I now touch upon the holy and favourite topic, SCHOOL CRUSHES? I refuse to believe if any of us say that we did not have school crushes. And if ya’ll had them in the same class then you don’t know the struggle of sacrificing your lunch break or deliberately taking the longer route to playground/washroom.

Ah, the sacred art of school crushes! They were like beams of sunshine on a rainy day, weren’t they? The mere sight of them transformed mundane math classes into thrilling adventures in quadratic equations.

If your crush graced the same class as you, well, consider yourself a contestant in the Olympic sport of covert glances and strategic detours. Lunch breaks were merely opportunities for reconnaissance missions, plotting the perfect path to accidentally-on-purpose stroll by their desk.

And if they were in the next class then let’s not forget the tactical missions to retrieve the duster or chalk! It was a military operation, executed with precision and finesse. “Oh, I’ll get it! It’s my turn!” we’d eagerly proclaim, just to steal a fleeting moment in their presence.

Their smile was our personal antidote to Monday blues! It was like a magic spell, banishing all traces of school-related woes with a single radiant grin. The teacher could be talking about the most riveting subject in the world, but the real showstopper was that heart-melting smile from across the room.

We became experts in the art of accidental encounters, masters of the casual hello, and champions of the not-so-subtle hair flip or shirt adjustment. It was a theatrical performance worthy of Broadway, and we were the stars.

So, my fellow Millennial co-conspirator, take heart in knowing that we share a cosmic bond forged in the age of dial-up internet. Together, we shall forever hold the title of “The Most Memorable Generation,” leaving Zoomers and Gen Zers to marvel at the legends of our common childhood!

XOXO

YOUR GIRL

Posted in millennial, Music, Travel, Uncategorized

DIARY MONOLOGUE: WHERE AWKWARD MEETS AWESOME!!

Hey fabulous readers,

No, I’m not your classic Upper East Sider, and this isn’t your typical Gossip Girl scenario. But, oh, how I secretly wish my blog could be as addictive as Blair Waldorf’s social circle dramas!

Alright, let’s reboot this with a little humour and whole lot of quirkiness. Because let’s face it, love at first sight might be a bit far-fetched, but trust me, believing in the power of good laugh is the real deal. So, here I am ready to fumble my way through the keyboard, aiming for witty and comical, and hoping that my words will give you a hearty chuckle. After all, isn’t that the best kind of love?

So, lets try it again.

Hello my lovelies, bonjour mes chéris and 안녕하세요, 내 사랑스러운 분들. Today marks the historic day in the history of my life: I’m officially dipping my toes in the vast ocean of blogging! Picture this: a diary that is open for the whole world to read. Yep, that’s right, no more secret hideouts for my hobby adventures. It’s time to let the awkward, the hilarious and the downright awesome moments see the light of the day!

Why the name “DIARY MONOLOGUE”? Well, because let’s face it, sometimes my inner monologues are like a sitcom script waiting to be discovered. So why not share the laughter, the mishaps, and the “I-can’t-believe-that-just-happened” moment with you all.

And let me be real with you, courage is my new bestfriend right now. Because who knew hitting that “publish” button could be so exhilaratingly terryifying? But hey, we’re in this together, right?

Anyway, before I divert off the topic, let me welcome ya’ll time travelling millennials and honorary Gen Z members! Let’s face it, straddling the line between millennial and Gen Z can be a rollercoaster ride. But fear not, this blog is your safe haven, no matter which side of the generational fence you’re on.

Now, my fabulous readers, what tickles your fancy? Are we diving into the world of timeless romance or basking in the glory of my everlasting devotion to the ACOTAR series or will it be our profound love for the korean dramas or something entirely different. The choice is yours!!

Stay tuned for more tales from my whimsical world, because the blog is about to take you on a rollercoaster ride of laughter, mishaps and maybe a sprinkle of wisdom(if we’re feeling particularly sophisticated that day)

SO, I OFFICIALLY WELCOME YOU TO THE DIARY MONOLOGUE: Where the diary is open, monologue is hilarious and the fun is boundless!!!

XOXO ( Because a little gossip girl flair never hurt anyone)

YOUR GIRL.

Hoping my diary looks like this