Yes, Jimit is a name. A person's name. No, it isn't Indian. I have no idea from whence it has been derived... I don't know if he does either.
So here are the essential details about the one Indian friend, sometimes more, in my life.
It's crazy to think that we are the good friends we are now, considering our history, and even how we met in the first place. My crazy best friend, his girlfriend at the time. Funny how later she urged us to get together and still speculates about us one day getting married and having kids together. Thanks but no thanks Michelle.
We got along so well the first time we met, after much talking via MySpace, but then didn't see each other for another three months because of certain other crap that was going on, but thank God we sorted that out. Even so, we didn't see each other much, due to his being in Year 12 and us both having to lie about who we were with when meeting up thanks to our parents' rules against dating. We were friends that hooked up for a long time before we began to like each other and were unofficially together for a few months late last year, much to Michelle's excitement.
We've shared a lot of embarrassing moments and I never go long without laughing when I'm with Jimit, from our misunderstandings of each other to all those mortifying movie incidents. I don't think I insult any other of my friends as much either, but it's all in good fun, and I did plan his birthday party for him, right down to the date and decorations. I "explain all the technical stuff" to him that everyone already knows, like how to lurk MySpace comments when people have chosen to hide theirs.
There have been times where we would be in contact in some form for every waking hour, for weeks, and times in between where we don't speak at all. We've had pretty much the craziest friendship ever, and even though it's very casual, he knows some pretty important stuff about me and still hasn't judged me for it. We have the same views on relationships and many other things, and I can't explain how good it is to know Jimit. Especially now, talking for hours every other night on the phone, which helps both of us sleep better. Almost none of my other friends are up for conversation at random hours of the night, and would spend money on me for it. Even fewer would be willing to be woken up by me calling, which he is surprisingly fine with.
I never thought I'd be friends with an Indian! Since my parents are both Indian, although I was born and have been brought up in Australia and consider myself to be Australian, I don't like the idea of associating with Indian people for the most part, mainly because I don't want others to think I am one of those cultural snobs who move to another country but seclude themselves and keep only amongst people from their former country. Yes, I care too much about other people. I also prefer Australians, culture-wise, etc. Indians think and live so differently to Australians/Americans/the English, and while I am fine with that, they're just not people I want to spend a heap of time with. But since Jimit moved here when he was one and is now eighteen (as of today), he's as Australian as I, even though I have (proudly!) been Australian from birth. And so I have made an exception to both my casual standard thought of not-really-being-friends-with-Indians and my absolute rule of never-being-with-an-Indian-EVER, because, like I said, he doesn't really count, and he's pretty damn awesome. :) :) :)
P.S. Happy 18th ;)
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The Jimit Post
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
"It's Nine in the Afternoon"
For the record, I am not keen on the song with those ^^^ lyrics, although I am a great fan of old Panic! at the Disco, that is, when they still had the "!" in their name.
Anyway, it isn't really afternoon anymore, but it's still sunny outside. From here, looking out through the window at the gloriously blue sky with great clouds and bright sunlight, one could easily think it was a perfect summer's day. Well, it's not. From our crazy heatwave, we are now in the cold mid 20's... Which are strangely colder than usual, which I think is just because of how windy it's been. One of the many upsides is that I can drink hot coffee far faster than during the 40+ days. Then there's how I can wear jeans again (I love jeans, I love to wear them, I love to even sleep in them... I'm not really a trackies kind of person and I take it to the extreme >;D), even though shorts was good, but to school and with my scars on my leg that are fairly obviously self-inflicted if you notice them... simply, the cooler weather is great. I love it. I'm a winter girl. (:
But the point is, it's still bright enough that it could easily be the late afternoon. I just had a shower so I could wash my hair, since I've been meaning to the last two days and keep forgetting till I'm about to go to bed, whereupon my parents threaten to shoot me if I have a shower at such a time.
Okay, they don't threaten to shoot me, but they grow sufficiently irate, and that's not that much of a leap for my mind, alright?
I am a person who prefers showers at night, but takes them in the morning, before school, etc. See, if I went to always take them at night, I'd get distracted by other things I want to do, and delay and delay until it's too late, like the past two nights. So I shower in the morning, before getting dressed, and then a few extra times during the week in the evening so I can wash my hair, apart from on Saturdays, where I can just wash it in the morning. See, I don't get up early enough to wash, dry, and probably straighten my hair in the mornings before school.
Anyway, so I decided I better do it now, while it's still bright. I don't know about you, but having a shower during the day is something I find really odd.
It's just... strange. To have such a bright light while having a shower... I dunno. Random haha. But to me, it's as weird as there being a time like "9" in the afternoon ^_^
sigh lol
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
You left your mark on everything you touched
But most of all my heart
I'm cliche, already said, all done
I'm second hand, not that "new start".
You've heard it, seen it, same old plot
In trashy teenage fiction
Heroine, heartbroken,
Drugs, suicide, addiction.
Tragic, oh, the awful pain,
If only for to read,
False words conjure an image where,
He returns if you but bleed;
Realise his mistake and comes,
Rushing to her side,
Hollywood story, love reigns true,
"you may now kiss the bride".
Well life is shit and so's this poetry and it's nothing like we like to pretend.
Of course fairy tale endings do happen...
I've tried to drown the memories
But It's my head under water....
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
As night invades,
so too memories of you.
Unstoppable, taking hold,
Under attack, I just let go.
Sink into these pain laced thoughts,
Where there is no reprieve,
You're a part of everything I do,
And you will not leave. >.<
aha laaaame.
going back to Ancient Studies. this is my eight post tonight. hopefully last.
Monday, October 20, 2008
You Drained Me Empty and Hung Me Out To Dry
I'm out of words, and out of touch
To be honest I didn't think it could hurt this much
I'm losing feeling, brain cells too
I'm losing everything, I lost you.
I thought I could set anything down on a page
I thought that was the answer
But I'm sitting here dazed
And the thoughts are spinning around in my head
Washing machine, clothes dryer,
Just put me to bed.
I'm searching for letters, to make just one word,
But nothing is coming, say I'm being absurd.
And the fear is growing from deep in my chest
My one escape gone, help me, I'm out of my depth/
Well the light at the end of the tunnel has gone,
I'm so empty, so hollow, don't care what's going on,
And I'm dripping, I'm melting, I'm fading away,
Nothing you do makes me want to stay.
"Hello, I'm the ghost, the ghost of your past,
Aren't I familiar, did I slip by so fast?"
The words gallop away,
Leaving me trapped within
My deepest fear,
"Let me out", or come in!
I'm chasing these futile lines in the wind,
Leaving you to this world
So gloriously dim,
And I'll look back but keep on forever this way,
Keeping, keeping, the memories at bay.
"it's the worst thing ever, i only do prose. and it's unstructured, written on the top of my head, may come back and fix it later, but eh."
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