prologue

Name: Sajeetha
life is for living, need i say more?

*loves:
the family, him, them; my friends
anything arty farty, the literary arts, theatre
dolphins
travelling, always unfolding something new
dining in places with ambience to kill for (it's a hobby.hah)
r etail therapy
all things indian
enlightening conversations
candles
angels, fairie,pixies, gnomes, smurfs(br>

*loathes:
the one who stabs u in ur back
death of dear ones
all that flies or has wings
the complications of all types of relationships
not knowing
those who try so hard to be me

wishlist


red/purple crumpler bag
new urban male jersey
new birks
that oh-so-gorgeous watch from esprit
that beautiful converse bag
a white i-pod nano
that new dgital camera which screams buy-me!
the bikini from billabong
a new pair of funky spectacles
truckloads of best-selling novels
a whole new art materials collection
a new wallet that fits the enormous card collection of mine

fellows


nady,the sweetie pie
vicky, the blur sotong
charlotte,the doctor in the making
sivanes, the smart-ass cuzzin
LV, the gorgeous pearly
sarah, the clubbing chica
sujatha, the indian actress look alike
nadia ameera, the lost pri sch mate who was found
lynette, the sports fanatic
hemma, the evil twin
vanessa, popular for all the wrong reasons

express


 


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Thursday, July 28, 2005

Did I just mention that things btw me and Senthil are smooth sailing? I must have been dreaming. It's over. Not because of me or him this time, but simply because its impossible to fight a losing battle over the parents. Screw it. Not much point in holding on is there?

Nada. Zilch. Zero. It's goddamn over and I can't find tears to shed. Only anger and fury manifest my mind. The need and the want to break something or hurt someone keeps haunting me. My pain has turned into something violent. I want people to hear me, hear me crying for help, to hear me plead for mercy, to hear me beg for inner peace, to hear me beg god to take me away. I am no longer vulnerable. The hurt and pain only makes me evil and I desperately want the poison in me to detoxify. I hate the person I see in the mirror, I hate them, I hate the world. What have I become????!



Thursday, July 28, 2005
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