prologue
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
{bygone}
July 2005[x]
August 2005[x]
September 2005[x]
October 2005[x]
November 2005[x]
December 2005[x]
February 2006[x]
March 2006[x]
April 2006[x]
May 2006[x]
June 2006[x]
July 2006[x]
August 2006[x]
September 2006[x]
October 2006[x]
November 2006[x]
December 2006[x]
January 2007[x]
that was ultimately a culture shock and kinda weird actually. i mean, come on. we got aquainted barely 24 hrs ago and she was, telling me her whole life-story! but of course, me being the nice soul went on to listen to her sob stories (ok fine, i admit! i was a little kaypo! a little bit only ok?) and provided her with some comforting words and hung up. afterwhich of course, i called guna to dictate the entire story. and he was taken aback at the fact his friend was the abusive kind of boyfriend but really, we all know the boyfriend to be a very, very nice guy but then again aren't we all different in a relationship. anyway, coming back to the moron, after that very first call she decided that i was her best friend. she called me EVERY SINGLE DAY (no, i am not exaggerating), smses me, asks my opinion on everything, always organised couple outings which included guna and myself, invited me out for shopping with her and gave me the liberty to pick out her clothes and included me as part of her life. initially, i was quite ok with what she was doing cos i pitied her. pitied her cos she was in a abusive relationship with no friends at all to help her out and i was probably the first friend she had in a long while, and i was just glad to help. but after awhile, it started getting rather annoying. the calls became more frequent and if i had missed any one of them, she becomes paranoid and messages to ask if she's done something wrong to offend me and i'll be forced to reply, she keeps tabs on my friendster updates religiously and calls me immediately if i had a new picture posted up which was followed by a series of questions like 'where did u go, what did u do, how much did it cost you?' and the next moment she'll have a picture with her boyfriend posted up, at the same place i was in, a week back. if that wasn't enough, she started asking me where i got my tops, shades, watches, bags, sandals, heels and then went on to get them and wear them out in the same combination as i did (this isn't very hard to figure out since the moron has a fashion sense similar to that of an kampung aunty). guna and i are adventurous when it comes to food and we love dining out and it's become a hobby these days. upon knowing that, she started doing the same with her boyfriend and called me up to update me on her new eatery. this was getting exasperating, i swear! there is more to comei tell you! see, i have a habit of using the word 'apparently' in btw my sentence rather frequently and last week, when she called i realised that she had used the very word at least 7 times in btw sentences (this too, isn't very difficult to find out cos when a person says things like "apparently, can u borrow me your pen?" you just know they're trying too hard.
the moment i started sensing the 'copycat' signal, i was rather irritated and started complaining abt it to vicky on a daily basis but still managed to keep my cool although my inner feelings did surface once in a while in my msn nicks/random blog entries abt how i hate being copied. the last straw came, when she met guna on the roads last night and showed him her newly coloured hair, exclaming in the most bimbotic tone "hey, see i dyed my hair the same colour as sajeetha!" and when i thought things couldn't get any worse, she just had to prove me wrong! you know, i have a habit of doing up collages with my pictures and putting weird captions/deco on them and posting them up on friendster? she actually tried her hands at that, posted up pictures very similar in her page and actually had the nerves to send me one with our picture, both guna and i! that's it! i have had enough! i was so mad, i cld have slapped her!
seriously, if you ask me where i got my stuffs from and said u loved it and would like to get it as well, i'd be more than willing to help but copying my style and pretending like you were born with such capabilities, that's shallow! i repeat, shallow! and call me petty or ridiculous, childish even i.don't.care! the main point is, the idea is mine and only mine! just, solely mine! and i hate the fact that you try so hard to me and pls, if u're thinking i'm flattered you have thought wrong! i realise from these series of events that u are finding for someone to worship but let me tell you something, i ain't god if that's what u're thinking and i don't wanna be one either! especially, not YOURS!
the war has started.
i.so.fucking.cant.stand.you.