A gay glass bubble

I live in a kind of gay bubble. I live in a gay house, I drive a gay car. I eat gay food.
Julian Clary

New place. New job.

Everything comes from nothing. And it is true. And so there will be a new me.

Make more effort on this being a fashion blog and not my personal rants, though i am sure they might just seep in sometimes. It is like having new year resolutions.Anyway the place feels like a home away from home ONLY because of the greenery and the weather sometimes...and i have a photographically inclined roomie so finally i can take part in online competitions! Though it is a different issue that i NEVER win any giveaways. Sometimes i wonder if anybody i know wins them.

So the grass is really different coloured here...like a fluorescent green and so cheerful looking. And the sky is the bluest blue. The place makes me feel warm and gay... remember when you were a kid and gay meant being so happy. Yea i mean just that. It kind of ups my mood even in my most depressive days. It amazes me that the horrid gas tragedy in India had to happen here.  My new house has given me a new disease - OCD. i jus cannot stop cleaning and re-cleaning. But i have few fashion posts coming.

Sayonara