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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20 Nov 2005

Ooooooo, this I GOT TO blog. For the past week, I'd been moping ard the house like I'm some pregnant woman, whining and complaining abt how my body is aching, how my muscles are sore and how I feel so weak. Mum had enough of my constant ramblings and decided that she'll take me for a massage. Yipee! Hehe, finally my words have been heard!

So dad made an appointment for the 3 of us; mum, sis and myself. And so we headed off to Bukit Timah, to this traditional Javanese Massage Parlour (whatever you call that place). It's my first time but mum and sis have been engaging in such pamperings for quite some time thus I was a little bit nervous.

Everything went on fine, until they brought us to a changing room and asked us to change into a robe. Ok, even that wasn't so bad. Just as I was abt to lie down, the masseuse (is tt how u spell it?) told me to take off my bra!!! I was bewildered at that thought! W-H-A-T?? Seriously, was she kidding? There was not going to be, even remotely, a chance that I'd show my entire body to some stranger and already being half naked was a big thing and now she wants me to expose my vital body parts! No way in hell was that gonna happen!

Admist all the noise that I was making, mum who was on the right side of me, in the other room told me to stop being so dramatic and take my damn bra off. I still couldn't bring myself to do it and my stooopid sister who was on my left was giggling at my encounter. Morons! This had been a conspiracy all along. Both mum and sis knew we were supposed to strip and neither one of them had mentioned that to me, knowing that if they did, I was not gonna make a trip down. Damn! How could I have fallen for it?

You see, I'm not really comfortable at showing off my already not-very-great-body I have. Hmmm, without having much of a choice I reluctantly unclasped the hook of my u- know- what and cringed each time that woman touched me. But after a while, it felt sooooooooo gd that I drifted off to sleep and before I knew it, 2 hours had passed and boy did I feel refreshed!!

So it wasn't such a bad thing after all. Maybe next time, I'd go for a massage again, if the need arises. Anyone wanna come along?

Thursday, November 24, 2005
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