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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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

sometimes imitation isn't always the best form of flattery, especially not to me.
so please understand that i may not always be willing to share with you my ideas, thoughts and surprises.
mainly because, they belong to me and only me.
basically cos, it's my mind, my very own creations and they belong to me and noone else.
and if you can't conjure up such things on your own, then don't ask for too much.
do just what is within your ability and not ask for more.

and even if you do execute what is mine, perfectly, you know he or she isn't touched because of what you did but only because of what i racked my brains, for you.

technically, the reward belongs to me, not you.

so don't be too flattered, sinply because it's not you whom he sees in your eyes, but me....



Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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