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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i've decided that i am not gonna make blogging a daily or weekly affair anymore. i'm only gonna indulge in this sin if need be, or if there are some very disturbing, pleasant or interesting issues that i wanna share with you. gross, even. haha. anyway i'm pretty convinced that neither one of you wanna read entries on what i do in my-oh-so-quite-boring-life right?

i swear i used to be able to pen my thoughts down better but for some strange reason, i can't seem to express myself as adequately as i'd like to. i think that's pretty weird, ironic even when i thought i had a pretty avid lingusitic ability, and here i am, STUCK!

oh, and something for you to ponder abt. why do people have online journals? or diaries as some call it. it's an oxymoron, i tell you. basically, we want an audience. yep.we're screaming out to the world; 'pls come in, come on and take a look at MY life, my innermost thoughts (or more like how we'd like, YOU, the audience to perceive our inner-most thoughts). i admit, not everything in this site is me. well, maybe to some extent it is but then i ask, who the hell is me? when am I seriously me? questions that i honestly don't have an answer to, still. i think what i'm trying to point out is, when you know you have people reading your crap, you tend to shape your entries and sometimes, you disregard so many issues, you become insensitive, rude and arrogant. i know i get like that. sometimes.

we've discussed this a couple of times and yes, no doubt many controversial episodes have churned out due to my need to express and i still feel the need to. to say things, to be my own producer of sorts. it calms me down, i suppose..writing. i know for a fact that i'm much more expressive when i put pen to paper or in this case, finger to the keyboard. ask me to open my mouth and tell you what exactly's on my mind, touch chance i'll tell you the absolute truth. aren't we all the same?

blogging. as long as you have an audience, you will keep the entires coming simply because it's flattering to know that people pay attention to what you have to say. even if it's freaking load of crap, half the time. heh.

Friday, June 23, 2006
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