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

express

 

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It's really easy for everyone to whine and complain abt how miserable their lives are, when compared to those of a friend or fellow colleague or even some random aquaintace down the street. That is precisely why it's my turn now. So I wld appreciate it if u cld bear with my ramblings for I'm in a sombre mood right now.

When i come across some of my friend's lives and see them having fun in abundance, without a single care in the world and of course, without any curfews, it makes me so enraged. Not with them, no. Not with myself but with the way I was brought up. As protected as one can ever be.

It sure is ironic how some people's lives are like heaven while yours turns out like erm, let me contemplate. What precise adjective can i use? Restricted, uptight, shitified maybe? It makes you want to break free from all that suffocation; parents, responsibilities, duties, peer pressure and bla, bla, bla. Why can't we fling all our perturbing issues away and saunter down the road with our most favourite girlish pinky handbag at 12 midnite with absolutely no qualms ? Alright, that sounded a wee bit bimbotic but u get what I mean, don't you? These things abt, u are a girl and u're not allowed to do this or that makes me cringe. Whoever came up with that law?!

Some of my friends do want to let their parents know abt where they are going and what they are really doing but the thought of their parents non-exhaustive list of interogative questions makes them do otherwise. Makes them take the easier way out, choose the most convenient option. LIE! I confess, I too have been through that phase of life and still succumb to such measures but u have no idea how much I hate doing it. But I'm just left with no other choice. On the other hand, when I consider the hundreds out there who come from worse situations then I do, yes, I am thankful for the things I have or the leeway that my parents grant me at times.

While I say all these things to console myself, I really wonder -What is it that makes me happy? I am hardly cognisant of the answer.

I'm a young girl who likes pretty stuff. Ok fine, not so young but young enought to want to live life to the fullest. Likewise, I like being pampered but then again, who doesn't. Well, let me just say (haha). Yea, I like eating good food, it delights me. I like being in the presence of a good company, it makes me feel good. I do not mind innocent flirting. It gives me a sense of upperhand although I don't seem like a person who'll like it. And do not speak as you like or judge me on what you read. I ain't no bitch!! Do take note. Yes, thank you! How many of us are our usual selves and do not feel a thing when a hot hunk converses with you? Bingo. Hahaha!

Writing gives me bliss. I just feel indulged in a world of my own where I leave my trepidations, apprehensiveness and torments all drowning.

So long loves...

Thursday, June 01, 2006
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