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

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

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

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Ok, this I gotta blog. Seriously. It drives me mad, really. You see, nothing of what I mentioned in my earlier blog happened yesterday. I didn't head on down to PS to scout for 'perfect' presents nor did I actually enjoy the comforts of my own home. I actually accompanied my precious mummy for her doctor's appointment to Mount Elizabeth Hospital. It was by force actually. For those of you who didn't know, I've got a phobia for hospitals. The moment I step inside, I'd either get nasty headaches or feel faint and in worse cases (which happens almost all the time), actually faint. Yes, really faint and drop on the floor. That's how bad my situation is. Hospitals and me are a N-O-N-O!!

So dad, left me with no choice and backed out in the end. He claimed he had urgent meeting to attend to and I HAD to accompany mum for her visit. Oh gosh! Wad's gonna happen next?!

Ok, the visit wasn't as bad as what I had imagined it to be. I didn't faint and drop but I did have splitting headache. Dad reassured me tt it was all in the head - some psychological shit which he tried explaining and in turn only made my headeache worse. He left us at the lobby and I ushered mummy towards her department. Her appointment was at 2pm. We waited.. 2.15 and waited.. 2:30 and waited.. 2.45 and waited.. 3.00. Finally when the doctor arrived, it was 3.15pm!

My anger had reached its peak. Unable to veil my frustrations, I spoke in a loud voice "What kind of hospital is this? They say it's one of class and efficiency and that's precisely the last thing I see ard here. Incorrigable attitude of both the nurses and the doctors and I went on and on until mum asked me to stop. The undoubtedly asshole of a doctor didn't even have the couresy to apologise. He made it seem tt this was the norm, like it was supposed to be like that. Doctors come in late and patients have to simply wait. Just because our lives are at their mercy, they take us for granted? Is that what this means? Just because you're some high paid moron in the society who supposedly posseses the power to heal who think everyone's supposed to wait on you? You're the king and we're destined to be slaves in the waiting? Hell's balls, we pay you for your freaking services, so pls have the decency to at least come and attend to your patients on time. We dun have the entire time in the world just so we can provide you with a grand entrance. Doctors! Today, my impression changes towards them and today, I no longer respect their trade for its nothing but one of absolute selfishness. Damn them all!

Wednesday, September 07, 2005
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