lifestyle

Whoever said that a girl is at the prime of her life at the age of 30 must have been drunk! At the age of 27 I’m already growing tired of that big cloud on top of my head; not cloud number 9 (Bryan Adams’ song – God bless his soul), but one which spits the first white hairs and wrinkles. And I’m definitely not loving it!

I'm sure I've already mentioned I bought this beautiful apartment with rooms and a ceiling. But did I happen to mention I'm flat broke?

I'm flat broke!! In fact lately I'm realising that everything is coming with a price tag. Has it always been this way? Did clothing shops use to have huge carboards illustrating item-prices next to each mannequin? Actually, did we use to pay for the

“That’s it. I’m on diet!!” It’s a phrase anyone gets to say at least once in a lifetime and a decision I’ve solemnly taken 9 days ago (and counting) which I intend to pursue with great devotion. In fact, I’ve already reduced those sinful, sweet-tooth moments to just a Hershey’s bar and not more than 7 cookies a day! Tough, I know, but there are times when a girl has to do what she’s got to do. So I’ve also cut down on soft drinks – diet-coke is the only beverage