The Enchanting Seductress

I never really knew how to use what I have to my advantage until I was in my teens. I was this little girl who would constantly complain about my body. It was always, "God! Amma, why do I have your genes??", Ïf I knew they were gonna grow to this, I would have tied them real hard when I was young".

My sister always told me everything happens for a reason..and yes, yasodh..it does. I use, this weapons of mine (Which by the way, I have a few!) to get anything I want from men. You know what, they are the weaker species. As I was driving today to work, it kindda took me down memory lane (more like booby power lane) unfolding the chapters of all my scored goals.

Here are some of them:

1) I would get freebies from this sundry owner near my house in Klang everytime I went into his sundry shop. (See, I was way too young when this started. And I didn't quite understand. Then when I was older, all the elbow nudging into my priceless treasures made sense. Since then, I stopped going and even if I had to, I would only do so, when he was not around)

2) Managed to get my exam in college postponed as my friends in class was not prepared for it. (They knew I had this gift!!)

3) Managed to get away from the police when my friend was on the mobile phone while she was driving, we were both not wearing seat belts, we had just passed the red light and to top it all up, the driver, my dear old friend. Had no driving license.

4) I always get more than I asked for at the Mamak stalls

5) Got answers for my final examination at college from the lecturer who was suppose to monitor us during the exam.

and the list can go on and on...shall spare you the rest.

I feel liberated when things like this happens, just the same way when they strike a goal in football. They say, when you have it, you flaunt it. and for those of you, wondering how I look...hhmmmm, let's just say..think of Pamela Anderson (Yup, go on...laugh) Now she paid for those, I didn't!

It's kindda good feeling to know, that I can rock the boat in certain places. Apart from the dance floor it is also my driving. See, I drive a 2.4 Volvo and yes it's a manual (I'm a girl who loves the stick ;) ) and I drive it like it's suppose to be driven. You don't take the 2.4 on a 60 km/h and below....hello!!! - They say, a boat may be safer on shore, but that is not what it was built for!!! There you go...so if you see me on the road, watch out!! coz even if I hit you, I will not get hurt...baby, you will never die in a volvo..hmmmm, volvo, for life!!

I get this sense of satisfaction all the time when I make them go so bloody weak and when they later realise how pathetic they looked! Love it!! and when I rock you, I rock you hard, baby.
The enchanting seductress, a complete B.I.T.C.H

ps: Amma and auties - I am writing this is a depression mode, so please do not hold it against me. I already had amma calling me from Canada when she read the whole smoking tobacco thing. RELAX!!

The B.I.T.C.H is now born!

Yes, I now know what it all means...and this is how it's gonna be. Gone are the days where we spend time always being there, gone are the days when you wait for smses or phone calls (Okay, I don't do that....BUT gone are the days when you are constantly in my mind!!)

How did it all get so wrong? wait...maybe it's not wrong, it's meant to be !! Shut Up Darshini!! Meant to be? Meant to hurt so much?? (Okay, let's diagnose this in proper...readers are getting confused..remember "people cannot read your mind!") see this is the problem...they can't read my mind and I expact them to understand me, who even I have a problem understanding.

I give up and I admit (something I hate doing) I was wrong...not such thing as "friends with benefits" - Delusional. It's all good in the beginning, but what happens when you fall in? My friend had to bring me to my sense...because throughout the whole period, sanity conveniently left, and when reality greedily changed its mind, it all came back. The harsh truth of the REAL WORLD! See, I live in a complete drama world, even if there isn't one, I delibrately make one and when it all goes tornado in there, I step out of it and make another. But there is nobody to blame. For once, I am not playing the BLAME GAME, but instead, I shall snowball it all and swallow it hard. I called it upon myself , big time. I let my guard real loose, for the umpteen time!! 4 more years to 30, sure I should have learnt something. And I'm glad to say, I now did - The B.I.T.C.H is now born (Babe In Total Control of Herself)

My new oath for here forward - "I shall continue to booty on the dance floor like I always do, enjoy this freedom of singlehood, love my body like I never loved it before, make them turn their heads and want me. I shall ignore all smses and phone calls, cause babe, I am not that easy no more. No doormat, No sweet girl!. It's the B.I.T.C.H. Because, you guys love it that way, and because I get a sense of pleasure doing it." - hang on, didn't sound very much like an oath, did it??.....

See, if you are reading this and still do not understand what I'm saying...I don't blame, this is deep s*&*t.
This B.I.T.C.H is born, she's here and she will conquer!!!