BIRTHDAY!!!

GOA

Here is finally is, the long awaited day! I am finally seventeen. Today started like any normal day in Goa. Mom had to go to visit Grandma, and no amount of persuasion, begging or threats could get her to postpone the visit. All I got were some lame excuses. No amount of words can describe how much I hate that woman (granmom not mom). Today, an uninvited guest came to visit. I was filled with anger because IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! But soon mom reminded me that I would be free when we go to Bangkok, and that calmed me down and made me quite happy. Ok, I will end this post here, because I have written during the whole length of one song (Amazing by George Michael) and now I’m going to go and do something I really enjoy- watch Xena!!!! And maybe read a few Calvin and Hobbes comics.

I love my tattoos, they look awesome. I love the fact that I haven’t carried any full length jeans or trousers to Goa, just shorts and three fourths. It’s a beautiful day, I’m sitting with my laptop and I’ve got all the time in the world. When I look back, this may end up one of my best birthdays after all!

xo

Magali

Countdown ending, adventures in Goa just beginning!

GOA

Here I am, at 7:25 PM absolutely holed up in 3BHK Row House by choice! Why, you ask? Well, I’m terrified!

We boarded the bus in Mumbai yesterday at somewhere around 4:45 PM. I was very sad to be spending my 17th Birthday in Goa. Oh well, maybe it will be less depressing than last year. Just a few hours ago, I was thinking about what turning seventeen meant in a very legal and moral sense, and then what it meant to me. Seventeen is not really a landmark year. You turn ‘sweet sixteen’ and in India you are officially allowed to ride a two wheeler (motorbike, scooter or scooty) at that age. It is also the age of consent here. But seventeen is not that much… just one step closer to eighteen. Now eighteen, that’s a different story! Legally, it is the age one can vote, the age a female can get married (it’s 21 for males). For me, it will mean quite a lot more. My mom will probably gift me my next tattoo, if I’m lucky, she might just give me a credit card! I hope I can get a real funky one! Also, it is the age that I can legally take up a job! I hope I can take up a part time job, which will pave the way for me to get money to save up for a new laptop and many more tattoos! ;)

We reached Margao at somewhere around 11 AM this morning. The sun was searing hot, and we soon found a rickshaw and were speeding away to our second home. When we reached, we saw that our neighbors were again using out property as their drying space, without as much as a request. Some people never learn. Their house is much smaller that ours, so is their front yard. It’s sad, just like the pavement dwellers of Mumbai, that when people cannot afford to legally buy their land, they start to illegally encroach on others. Anyway, after we got in, mom and I went shopping for groceries in that absolutely hot Goan sun. After a meal (yummy junk food!) and a rest, we set about to clean up the place, and I started to try to coax mom to sell the place. Then mom needed to go out to buy stuff like butter and fish. I was supposed to be accompanying her, but when I realized that Dad was going too, I took the opportunity to sit at home and type away at my keyboard while listening to a variety of songs (right from Santana to Snoop Dogg!)

Here’s to what’s expected to be a very uneventful birthday!

xo

Magali

Always The Trendsetter

Yep.. that's me. I guess I first noticed it in 8th grade. I decided to get my ears pierced for the second time. I didn't think much of it, and a few of my friends knew. Nobody else in the entire school had done it. Few weeks after I had mine done. I noticed a girl from my class, who I didn't even talk to, with a second ear piercing also. And another. In little over a month, over 10 more people had it done. I sighed.
I had been wanting a tattoo way back since 8th grade. I pestered and pestered my mom, and when she knew I was really serious, she let me get not one but two tattoos. Now I have a particular friend, let's call her Miss Anon. She had always been talking about tattoos in a non serious way. But I got my two tats. The next day she starts seriously considering designs. I was absolutely appalled when she chose a design that I had seriously considered but put off for later. And she acted like she had known the design and it's meaning all her life. I had to remind her that I was the one who had wanted that tattoo in the first place. And she told me that I always think I'm right, but I'm not. I was so angry. Cause let me tell you something. With friends, I am usually always right. And I never throw it in their faces. They come to accept me as the smart one from the group, and we are all equals anyway. But here I have miss Anon, the BIMBO, challenging me?! Well fine, I ignored her and stopped taking her calls for a couple of days, till she came and practically begged me to forgive her. We're on talking terms again, and she's getting her tat today, but she still doesn't know what. I told her not to get a big one cause she will have to spend on Laser Tattoo Removal anyway. The only reason she's getting a tat is because I got them. She actually hates me rolling up my jeans (my tats above my ankles) so that nobody knows I got them. Just a few people do, and she wants to act original. I was shocked that after I got two, even she wanted two! Our friendship has sunk to new depths, I'm not sure if I consider her a friend anymore. No, I can't stand her.
However life's like that. All I can say is that 'Imitation is The Sincerest Form Of Flattery'.

xo

Magali

Birthday Countdown

Today was the last of my exams. Oh yeah, there's still a silly one remaining, but there's no need to take it seriously. Even though I did turn on my computer many times during these exam days, my brain was too fried to blog.
Now I'm finally free, and there are just four days to go for my Birthday! Which, incidentally, I will be spending in Goa!!! I hate it! And I hate Goa... No, actually, I love Goa!!! Not sure really. Love the scenery, the pollution free atmosphere, the resorts, the beaches, the (Bacardi) Breezers. Hate waking early to go visit the relatives, the drunkards, the drunk drivers, the druggies, the insects, etc. So there, I usually get to experience more of the hated type than the loved type. After that, we will be back for a little while before going to Thailand. I will be carrying my laptop with me, but I'm not sure about Internet access. However, when I feel like it, I will write, and publish all of that to my blog whenever I do get Internet access. I feel a little sad to go away for so long, even though it's gonna be fun and sleeping and lounging about, and SHOPPING!!! I can't wait.

xo

Magali