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Saturday, August 05, 2006

It gets strenuous to be that social butterfly after a while, sure I love the attention, yet there is only so much you can smile before your facial muscles start aching, so much small talk you can make before you consciously feel your brain cells dying and so much you indulge your crazy side before you feel off-balance and crave some time on your own. It's obvious I need a little quiet time for introspection. But I guess I have been turning down too many invitations, and I wouldn't want to end up a recluse would I? Oh well, I might drag myself out on Wednesday if I find the will power to.


All I feel like doing is staying and catching up with sleep. Maybe I've finally turned into one of those lovely, conservative, good Ceylonese girls my mother dearest is constantly raving about. Yeah right, whom am I trying to kid. I guess it's just my body’s way of telling that I need to give it a break. I spent the whole of yesterday and today in hibernation, only emerging from my room once of twice a day, alternating between reading and sleep.


Maybe I really am I nerd deep down and all I want to do is bury myself in books. Not academic textbooks, I'm not that far gone, but rather murder mysteries, chick lit (I love it don't diss it) and whatever-else tickles my fancy. I really have strange interests cause I found myself reading this non-fiction book about extra-terrestrials and I lost track of time, reading till the wee hours of morning and then freaking myself out by staring out of my window, but then again I've never been entirely normal.


Indulging my anti-social tendencies has never felt this great. Spending hours on the phone with Sanki, Neets, Justice and Nat. It's crazy really - crazy that feel so content lounging on my bed, devouring novel after novel. I feel like a chick flick, might drag my arse down to the video rental store later. Ugh. I feel like such a pig.


It's just a phase. Really.

5:22 AM

Sunday, July 30, 2006















Three. Two. One. Ahlians in saris <3















And I really am a faliure dancer. Heh. Shizzazz.



Bollywood Babe-ettes. <3

As you can see I can never get married. Because my mother insists that I have an Indian ceremony and seeing how pathetically I wear a sari, I am never going to survive one. That sari thing fell of a gazillion times… ahh whatever. Justice called so I’m off to talk him. Byeee!

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8:30 AM

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