2 days to 2006. Finally!

I can't wait for the party on Saturday! Babu and his sister are organising it at the Khalsa Association. The insides of the place are alrite, but personally, I don't like the area it's located at. It's full of construction workers. I don't hold much against them, but I've walked there alone at night before, and I felt such nervousness and vulnerablity. It's times like that that make me wish I weren't female, for just a minute. Oh well. Thank god my wishes don't easily come true, cos I love being female.

I'm every woman, it's all in meeeeeee.

I'm in an exceptionally stupid mood and I think it shows. Mmm.

Back to Saturday. I'm going to wear this gorgeous curve-hugging fencing-style black v-neck and long-sleeved top that's got an extremely see-thru back. Due to the see-thru-ness of the back, I have to wear a waist-length tube inside it. I wld rather not wear anything inside, but a single but powerful word to describe what's stopping me wld be 'Mom'. I got the top 3 or 4 years ago, and have worn it only once, if I'm not wrong. I love it so much and am dying to wear it again! With my hot new minimalistic-ish shoes!

*shakes ass*

Oh, plus pants ofcos. Tight grey pants. Was wondering if I shld wear my tight black ones but Nan says the grey wld go btr. And I must agree now, cos all black might be stunning, but it's not my style. Also, I've the perfect sequinned grey bag to go with it.

~~~ B I M B O - A L E R T ~~~

Ah, mom's screaming. Gtg.

Happy New Year in advance!

I'm gonna do a tiny Quotable Quote after yonks of not. Here goes:

Quotable Quote

Goood jaaab ('job', in an indian accent), goood jaaab.

- Sash, praising herself for taking out the trash.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, everybody!

I spent the first 3 hrs of Christmas at Orchard Rd, and man, was it FUN!

It was soooo crowded, and everybody was spraying foam at each other in big groups! There was so much screaming, squealing, laughing. I LOVED IT! Such a wonderful atmosphere! I enjoyed myself tremendously!!

Guys, all of us definitely have to go next year. No two ways abt it!




Baby, being carried by my mom, looking like a refugie!




My 3rd sis and me at Starbucks. I'd reccommend the Toffe Nut coffee thingie to anyone who's nuts abt coffee.




Foam in my hair!


Ah, gtg. Jay'll be here any minute and we're gonna have lunch at White Sands.

See ya!

I love hot shoes and I cannot lie!

I got sexy shoes today. I love em love em love em.

LOVE EM!!

I'll get a pic of my darlings up soon...if I do rmbr to.

Oh, Jay got me the Saggitarius Barbie doll! I love her. She's so frikkin pretty! Pretty pretty pretty!

*floats*

I've named her Crystal cos she's all decked out in cool blue and silver. Actually thought of naming her Lake, but it'd be a wee bit too eccentric, even for my standards. So Crystal it is! G.J the hot Californian beach girl Barbie doll with big feet has got a friend. :-D

It's my sister's birthday now; I hear the tearing open of chocolate wrappers. The comp is definitely not the place to be at.

Toodle-loo!

So, I'm 19. Do I feel any different? I'd have to say no...after much consideration. 19 is just a number and I've a year added to my young age, is all. Maturity(character-wise) doesn't come with age, I can find LOTSA living proof for that. Me, I'm waiting for maturity to hit me in the face before it settles down in my brain. Wait..no, scratch that.

Truth be told, I'm not waiting to mature in thought and the like, cos I'm pretty fine the way I am. Very fine, in fact. Sure, I do lack some facets that might improve my life, and the lives of others arnd me, but really, I don't see why anyone shld cultivate something that isn't part of them to begin with. I mean, it's not like I'm going on killing sprees or making it a point to feed the lions at the zoo just to experience the thrill of defying authority or something stupid like that. I'm a very behaved person...if you really think abt it. Therefore, I see no need to consciously change my child-like ways. Child-like, not childish. There is a difference, however seemingly small. Being child-like doesn't mean you're immature.

Besides, what's the big deal abt being mature anyway?

Why shld I give a damn abt maturing when I am happy with who I am? Frankly, it's quite a big thing for me to be happy with myself. Think abt it. I started on a diploma course that I knew for a fact that lots of others were clamouring for a place in, but I stubbornly quit it cos I hated it and am now 19 with absolutely no educational achievement except for 'O' Levels which is like no achievement at all. It's very easy for me to feel like a loser with no future, but I don't, not one bit. I'll be putting myself thru school next year. I know I'm young, and even if I weren't, I'd know there're options out there no matter what. If being mature means I shld put ppl like me down, stop being idealistic(which I'm damn sure I'm not), 'behave' myself in public, and stop making decisions by myself and listen more, I'm not interested.

I'm leaving it to time and more suitably, my experiences to teach me btr ways of living, or dealing with difficulties and situations and such. I don't have the habit of listening unless it's absolutely essential. What I do have the habit of is jumping in and seeing what I can do from there. That's how I do it, so they shld get used to it.

To hell with maturity. I've got other things to see to.

P.S: This was supposed to be a happy post...so the next one I do will be a happy and bimbotic one. :-p

P.P.S: Jay, this isn't abt you. =)

So much to blog abt! Will do it later tonight. =)

See ya later alligator!

New look!

And Happy 19th to me!! :-D

I've not been online much these days. It shows, doesn't it? *yawns*

My 3rd sister and her hubby have flown off to India on business and will be back next week. I got them a flying-off present(I was the ONLY one who got them anything, weirdly) which Jay helped me choose; Jack Daniels-centred chocolates. I have one word for you:

OMG.

Ok, that's actually an abbreviation of 3 words, but I loved the chocs. Makes me wish I got them for myself. Oh well...since I don't really want to afford extravagances such as liquor chocolates, it'd be nice if somebody bought them for me. And since my birthday's in less than 20 days (19TH DECEMBER, PPL), it'd be the most perfect time and opportunity for me to be granted some of my teeny, wee widdle, eccentric wishes, such as GETTING LIQUOR CHOCS. No need to get the Jack Daniels one (though that'd be pretty darned great) cos it costs double as much as the bars do. Just a nice and pretty-cheap-in-comparison bar of champagne chocs will do. :-D Maybe Remy Martin. I want to try the vodka ones too. :-D

Oh, and if anyone's not sure what to get me, just sms me and ask. :-D

Sigh...who am I kidding. I'm not gonna get anything unless I hold a birthday party/dinner. Me and my friends don't even meet much. Mmm...2 weeks to go to meet up and get in touch. *ponders*

November is gonna end. Which means, 2005 is gonna end real soon too. =)

I am so excited! I'm looking forward to the rest of 2005, and more than that, to the beginning 2006 and beyond. I foresee more freedom given to me(by whom else, my mom ofcos), more things to worry abt(what else, $$$$$!!), thinner legs(hopefully), better skin(the sunburn's peeling off), and oh, have I mentioned more freedom?

My mom's been treating me more like an independent person(which is what I hope I'll be in time to come) lately. It feels much btr this way...and I don't have to explain to her exactly where I'm going, with whom, and what specific time I'll be home by whenever I go out. And, she almost nvr calls when I'm out. That is one part I am absolutely freaked out by. Well there is the exception of the time I was stayin over at Nan's...I called her back only at 1am. Stupid, stupid me. She was convinced there was something fishy going on, for which I don't blame her at all. Ahem. *darts eyes*

My family's gonna move, most probably late next year. All my sisters wld have settled into their own houses by the middle of 2006, and that wld leave my parents and me. Can you imagine? There're 8 of us in the house now(including Baby) and pretty soon, there'll only be 3 of us to the whole house.

All I can say is, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

I can't wait for them all to be out[except for Baby though =(] and for my folks and I to move to a smaller place. I'm going to have so much fun! Sure, it'll feel weird having not much ppl arnd all of a sudden, but hey, I can get used to that, with no problems at all!!! :-D

I won't be living in that house for very long though. Cos I'll probably be married in some years. *smiles shyly at Jay* My sisters say that at the rate I'm going, I'll be married next year. Stooopid ladies. *rolls eyes* They've always thought I'll get married early, even before I met Jay...no idea why. It's just something they sorta know, they say. Just like how we knew my 2nd sis will get pregnant immediately after gettin married. And man, was it immediate! We used to call her 'highly fertile individual', and now, we've given her a slight promotion, which is the name of 'Fertility Goddess'. And me, I personally prefer the name 'cow', which she truly hates me for. :-D

Ah, time for work. Till next time. =)

Less than a month to go for the contract to end. Less than a month. Wow.

OHMYGODIAMSOHAPPYABOUTTHATTHATIWANNASTRIPANDRUNTHROUGHORCHARDROAD!!!

*strips and runs thru orchard rd*

I was having Mrityun baby in my arms this afternoon, rocking him to sleep. I watched his eyes close very slowly while his lashes made slight, fluttering movements. He was finally in slumberland, and I found I cld not take my eyes off his sweet, tender little face. His lids were trembling a little, as he was dreaming. I rmbr wondering what he cld possibly be dreaming about.

He then smiled. The tiniest, most beautiful bloom of smile. The absolute preciousness of it...it felt like a boon to me to have been able to see it.

The unthinkable happened.

I cried.

Me, I'm going bonkers. Somebody call the madhouse for me, pls?

My sister sent me, among her clients/associates, this email:

Have an absolutely
FLAMBOYANT
Deepavali!


With Warmest Wishes,

****** Pte Ltd


And I replied:

Flamboyance? The notion is entirely alien to me as I am sadly NOT deprived of your presence. MUAHAHAHAHA!


Dhanya


And she retorts:

A big 'BYE THERE!' to your nonsense!

All the very best in your pursuit to grow your lips! Ha, ha, ha!

Love,

Vidhya Edathi



Man do I belong to a weird family. *rolls eyes*

Anyways, I got a top today! It's a pretty, green long v-neck with brown lace and some shiny stuff. Here it is!



Jay liked it and so did I, so I got it! :-D Oh oh, and I've been searching for weeks for a big, comfy bag that I can throw things into and carry with almost any outfit. And I FINALLY got it! (yes Sindhu, I did!) Jay did some bargaining for me and got it $2 down. (I love you Jay!!) So, $16 for a bag. Not bad at all!

:-D

Halloween's come and gone, and all I did on that day was climb ladders and wipe walls and cupboards. I know, I was all excited abt dressing up foolishly and prancing abt but the thing is, I sorta forgot that Deepavali's the next day. I cld have forced my mom to let me stay out real late(amazingly pathetic, I know) on a normal day but staying out on Deepavali Eve is a big no no cos it's family time. So all I did was bitch to myself(and to Jay) and promise myself that next year, Halloween will be TOTALLY different. Now if the Hindu calendar decides on November 1st again for 2006's Deepavali, I'm gonna hunt them down(whoever they are) and castrate(I'm pretty sure they must be male) them.

I shall move on to brighter stuff!

I enjoyed Deepavali tremondously! It's weird how the arrival of the day always and automatically gives me such a good feeling; I feel warmth and fuzz in my stomach(and it's not just the rum cakes and the baking soda (I have no idea why and how, but this keeps becoming a link to a search for baking soda whenever I publish it. like wtf? is the same for you guys?) in the baked stuff). My sister put up flickering lights at our windows and they looked so pretty! I went to sleep with them flickering away on my smiling face on Deepavali eve. Absolutely love that feeling.

On Deepavali itself, we woke up and bathed and stuff and prayed, and finally got down to eat breakfast at abt noon. You might think it's just a once in a while thing, having a meal this late, but it's pretty normal behaviour for my family, y'know. We always have our meals late, and it's only once in a blue moon that we have them on time. There was once when my whole family sat down to a dinner of pizza and rojak and 1am. Weird shits, yeah?

Well anyways, we had an absolutely scrumptious breakfast of mutton curry and thosai(I LOVE that combo) wihle watching tv. The tv was on the WHOLE day and my mom didn't scream even once, at least, not abt the tv being on. Sweet, eh? So guests came, and guests went, and I spent a very lazy afternoon, waiting for the arrival of night, and ofcos, of Nan and Jay. I'm sorta used to waiting for Nan to come, y'know. I thought I was always late, but my god, she surpasses me by shitloads! I'm almost always late(yes, ALMOST always) but you can be sure(most of the time) that I won't be more than half an hour late. She, however, will be at least an hour late. You might say it's my karma catching up on me, but I don't really mind waiting for her...cos the rewards are great. *winks lecherously*

Jay came first(wearing lovely white cotton pants) at 7ish, bringing wajit with him. I loved it! His mom made it. Time to make friends with the lady, really. Good wajit. *floats in wajit-flavoured saliva* He sat down, and talked to my uncle whom Nan(who came a while later, wearing a gorgeous off-white netty-silky punjabi suit) had apparently worked with once. Small world, eh?

After they had dinner, we hopped over to Babu's place. I like his house; reminds me of the house I had in woodlands years ago. Miss that place. =( Oh well.

I had a really really mini-dinner there, just cld not eat. Too much rum cake! It was nice seeing Genie, Donkey, Babu and Prabu again. Bunch of whackjobs! Umm..very nice whackjobs at that. *gulps*

Nan's been waiting for ages to watch Chandhramukhi and they were showing it on tv, so we we decided to stay till the movie ended. Nan was freaked!!



Aren't you freaked too? Specially for you, Nanio. *smiles sweetly*



Nan and me, at Babu's house. Jay took this pic. I look like I've got something stuck up my arse. (Shut up, twinnie.) Weirdly, Nan looks like she's grabbing my boob.







Prabu took this. I look eww.



Ah...eye-candy! Madhu's sticking her tongue out at me.



She looks so beautiful in her traditional clothes!



Mrityun baby's anklet-clad feet. :-D

Ah, there are now a fresh batch of visitors in the house. Gotta go make tea. Toodle-loo!

P.S: Note to self: Plan for Halloween 2006.

I soaked my feet today! *somersaults*

Been wearing closed-toed shoes lots lately, and I've always felt a little uncomfortable at the thought of my sweaty toes smashed together and generating all sorts of bad smells. And when I'm abt to sleep, I wiggle my toes and imagine all the dirt accumulating and shudder. *shudders again*

So yep, a good long soak in hot soapy water, a trim, lotsa scrubbing and filing, and finally, an even longer soak in warm water and essential oils put my feet(and my tortured mind) to rest.

Oh crapp-io...mom's screaming.

Bleaurgh. Toodle-loo.

Man do I have loads to blog abt. And shitloads of pictures to post! *trembles under the load of the loads*

On account of my feet hurting like hell(it had to be a high heels and mascara day, wasn't bursting with self-esteem cos I'm having my period and my tummy's like a blimp), I shall postpone blogging to tmr. Yeep.

By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAN-IO!! I WUV YOU!! :-D



This was taken today, by the way. More tmr. :)

Night, babies!

Changed my blogskin, AGAIN!

I was getting quite bored of my old one. Maybe when I get bored of this, I'll change to that one again. *scratches head and grins* I love the one I did for Sash though. Go see! It's all white-ish. After I completed it, I actually contemplating keeping it for myself and doing Sash a lousier one, but being the awfully sweet person I am, I gave it up for her. Oh my wretched conscience. *sniffles*

Oh well, I love this one too! :-D

Night, babies!

*trots away in contentment*

I've got 3 whole days off. Marvy, huh?

OH YES IT IS!!

*somersaults*

Well. Anyway. It's the 2nd day and I don't really feel like going out or anything. Was supposed to watch Corpse Bride with Jay tonight but he had to go with his family to his uncle's place. Bleaurgh. But we're going tmr...probably. If not tmr, sunday. Cos I've work on saturday, till 10.30. Y'know, I actually like doing closing. It's just more fun for everybody to close and change and stuff together(don't let your dirty mind wander. A cubicle each, WITH DOORS) and it gives me joy to announce to our 'dear shoppers' that we'd be closing in 15min time, and such. Also, when a wannabe-shopper knocks on the glass doors and mouths the qn that I love to be asked, that is, if we're closed, I tingle with pleasure to give him the answer that is YES, we ARE closed, you poor shit! And that, definitely, wld be accompanied by a bright, happy smile.

*smiles sunnily at the thought*

Ah, my sis wants me to go buy evapourated milk from the shop a block away. Upon being asked why she can't go get it herself, she says she just gave birth, which was almost 2 whole months ago. *rolls eyes* She says she'd give me $2 extra. Tempting, really. Now I can afford to get myself tmr's and the day after's newspapers. WOWEEE!

Oh well, she's been nice lately, so I shall oblige.

Kamal sent me this email. Hahah!

Once while visiting a very rich friend, the maid approached me and...
Question: "What would you like to have? Fruit Juice, Soda, Tea,
Chocolate, Capuccino, Frapuccino, or Coffee?"
Answer: " Tea, please..."
Question: "Ceylon Tea, Indian Tea, Herbal Tea, Bush Tea, Honey Bush Tea,
Iced Tea or Green Tea?"
Answer: "Ceylon Tea."
Question: "How would you like it? Black or white?
Answer: "White."
Question: "Milk or fresh cream?
Answer: "With milk."
Question: "Goat's milk or cow's milk?"
Answer: "With cow milk please."
Question: "Freezeland cow or Afrikaner cow?"
Answer: "Um. I'll just take it black."
Question: "Would you like it with sweetener, sugar or honey?"
Answer: "With sugar."
Question: "Beet sugar or cane sugar?"
Answer: "Cane sugar."
Question:" White, brown or yellow sugar?"
Answer: "Forget about the tea, just give me a glass of water instead."
Question: "Mineral water, tap water or distilled water?"
Answer: "Mineral water."
Question: "Flavored or non-flavored?"
Answer: "I think I'll just die of thirst..."

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JAY'S FRIGGIN BACK!!! My stoopid stooooooooopid man's back!!


I'm gonna meet him today and I'm soooooo friggin happified!! I can't stop ending my sentences with exclaimations!!


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jay's out of town for the weekend.

:(

Oh well. I'm just trying to keep myself occupied so that I don't miss him more than I already do, which is tons. That's not really gonna work though. Doesn't help that I'm not working this weekend. Sigh.

Went bowling today, and took loads of pictures. And I had lots of fun with the WPS gang! I was bullied loads but that was fun too...in a way. :-p

I shall blog more abt the day and post pictures up tmr. Feel really tired. Besides, got not much of a blogging mood.

No Jay.

:(

Like I promised, here're the earrings!



The gold triangular pair! (DUH.)





The pinkish red mother-of-pearl ones! (DUH.)





A close up of the mother-of-pearl thingies!

Yep! Those are my new lovelies. :-D I can't wait to get more. Mmm.

Oh Seeeeenthoooo..... *wiggles eyebrows*

Oh, and here's a pic of twinnie and me that we took today at Whitesands. We coincedentally reached pasir ris at the same time and we were absolutely squealing with joy at the sight of each other!





I'm so happy for you, you stooooopid shit! :-D

When I reached home, Madhu was there! I saw her beautiful pink sandals at the doorsteps and squealed with joy, again! Boy, am I a squealing bimbo or what?

She snatched my phone away from me(as always) and started taking pictures of stuff. I have no idea where and how she learnt to navigate to the camera function in my phone, but sadly(for me), she's quite an expert in it.




That's me scratching my ass and Madhu's itty bitty thumb.

I owe you guys pics of Mrityun baby, so here they are!














=)

I got new earrings!!!!

A gold triangular pair and another darkish pink shiny pair with mother of pearl-like circular stuff! Sindhu was urging me to get the pink one. And so I did!! Oh, she and I got the same triangular ones!

*shakes ass*

I love EM!!!

I'll get pics of them up tmr. I know I always say that but don't post the pics up, but really! Tmr. :-D

*shakes ass once more*

I got a new phone some time ago, and it's a camera phone. I'm a complete camwhore now!!!


My latest vanity trip.




My latest vanity trip 2.




The very first picture I took of me with my phone. I was sitting on the toilet seat, bored shitless(pun not intended).




Jay took this pic of me eating those tako pachi bally things.

I shldn't be online now, cos I gotta leave in an hour or so for work. Knowing me, I'll procastinate the getting ready part till there's only abt 15min for me to leave. Bad habit! Jay shld know.

*ahem*

Moving on, Halloween's coming! I've sorta trashed the idea of trick or treating, cos I've got this feeling that trick or treating in singapore might lead to getting yourself arrested for being a nuisance or something to that effect. I have no idea what to do then, but I do know that I wanna dress up and be someone else and strut arnd a bit this 31st October! Anybody got any logical ideas? keyword:logical. Logic takes on a whole new connotation when it comes to me though, so actually, crazy/stupid ideas are welcome to! :)

Changed it!!!!

Jay took this pic of me, at Long John Silvers, right before telling me what horny sailors did with squids. *shudders and pukes*

So, new blogskin! I'm happified!!

:-D

Think it's time I blogged again, though I find the notion a little boring. *yawns* Even my wonderful(to me) blogskin bores me! Mmm. Maybe I shall change my skin.

Say hello to Mrityunjjay, everybody. :-D





These aren't very good pics, get a btr one up soon. I love the little grump!!

I HATE MY JOB.

It's so boring and mundane. Those bloody codes are such a pain. Some customers are really huge pains in the ass and I'd often have this urge to scream at them to get the hell out or to throw them down and stomp on them. Oh, and when there's a long queue waiting to pay up and leave, some ass-shites decide to pay me with coins, which doesn't sound so bad, but when the amount owed is $22.75, it is no joke. All eyes wld be boring into the ass-shite of the moment, wishing all the bad karma in the world on him/her. And I, again, wld have the urge to hurt him in some way, this time by slapping his head real bitchily.

You might be wondering, with lovely customers such as these, why I wld be bored with what I do. It's just the same thing, y'know. You ring up almost the same items everyday, stand behind the same counter, meet the same sorta ass-shites, plus some miraculously nice shoppers, and spend the end of the day counting the same sorta money again and again to do your balancing. You just stand there, pack things and press buttons on a machine. How exciting.

But...there is an up side to it all.

Standing for hours have proven to be good for my legs(read:fat legs become less fat). I actually feel my legs getting toned, y'know? Mmm.

I LOVE MY JOB.

Yep yep.

I wanna go to the beach again!! I went with Jay last saturday and it was absolute heaven, I tell you. And I'm not just talking abt the beach. *winks*

Sigh...... I miss you, Jijay Kumar. Miss you very much. :( Bring me to the beach again! Again again again! *claps and giggles retardedly like some stupid Teletubby*

Oooh..my sister just came home and she got me some Whisper pads. Yippeee!! I dunno abt other girls, but Whisper is abt the only brand I can trust to hold in all of my menstruatory(is there such a word?) fluids. I have absolutely no leakage, y'know? It's a wonderful, wonderful product.

Maybe some Whisper sales-related person will read my blog and sign me up to be an ambassador for the brand. That'd be nice, no? I'll get money. Money is always nice.

Speaking of the green stuff, I lack them currently. My phone bill's overdue(my mom's not being paying it. BAH) and all outgoing stuff have been barred. Which means I can receive calls and msgs and stuff, so I'm still reachable lah. I'll be getting a prepaid card in a week's time, and till then, I can't reply to your smses, ppl! Oh, and that brings me to this:

Ragani! Sorry I didn't reply. I've been working late lately, so I'll call you tmr, wokay?

Twinnie! Like I told you on the phone, and to your comp at your office, *rolls eyes* I'm really REALLY sorry abt not calling you back!

Sindhu! Sorry I didn't reply to you too! No problem, I don't mind postponing our little shopping trip to next week the least bit. I'm free on wednesday and saturday, and maybe I will be free the other days too, but I've not gotten my schedule yet. So tell me when you can make it!

:-)

Alritie, I shall go off now, dad needs to use the comp. Night, babies!

Oh, and I love you, Jay!!

Yadda yadda yadda.

*yawns*

Changed my song! Needless to say, I love it.

*floats*

So. I've not blogged for what, 10 days? Not been having the mood to lately, which explains my sudden posting of lotsa test results and such half-assed blog material.

Working as a cashier's abt the most boredom-inducing thing that can happen to any sane-minded human(of which classification I am no exception, before you entertain yourself by thinking otherwise). When I look at vegetables and fruits these days their damned codes come to mind and it's not entertaining me at all! I am so sick of the job and it's been only a week plus, which definitely isn't a record for me or anything of that sort as I am the Temp Queen, if you know me well. I either quit, or get fired. In this case, I seriously hope I get fired cos I signed this stupid contract with the employment agency that affirms that if I resign, I'm gotta come up with $300 to pay them.

But maybe that won't be much of a problem money-wise to me. See, my mom wants me to quit too. Now that's a first! I can openly bitch abt the job to my mom and I'm absolutely loving it! She doesn't mind the part where I'm doing cashiering, it's the harrassment...of sorts.

A few days ago this guy called the place and I wasn't in, so he left my supervisor his number, asking me to call him back. I was wondering who the hell it cld be cos I nvr gave anyone the phone number(I'm not even sure I have it). So I called, from my hp(BIG MISTAKE) and it turned out to be this guy called Ram whose items I'd apparently checked out. He was wearing a blue shirt, it seems. Blue is such a fave among Indians, and there're so friggin many ppl wearing blue shirts everywhere. And like I give a damn abt his fashion sense! He started praising my looks to no end, and asked to meet up for coffee, and he wasn't bothered that I was attached, and wasn't gonna take no for an answer, which I'd said abt...47638947584884 times. After hanging up, he started smsing me, and calling, and smsing, and calling, and smsing, and calling. I nvr picked up nor answered, ofcos.

I was out with Jay today when he called from a private number. I hate private numbers! So many shitheads have got private numbers, and it's irritating answering the call hoping to god I'll find myself talking to a good friend and most disappointingly hearing a well-hated voice at the other end instead. Well, anyways, Jay was with me, so he got the phone from me and had a nice little chat with the fellow which left the poor shit speechless. No more news from him, so, YIPPEE, really! :-D

I've got a feeling it's not over, unfortunately. Not talking abt the blue-shirted fellow. Right after the day he called, I was ringing up a customer's items when he asked me for my number so that we cld have a drink at Clarke Quay or Boat Quay. And he proceeded to tell me I've got beautiful eyes, like a duck's (WTF?!!). I think he was slightly drunk.

I've not got much to say now...getting quite tired too. So I'll end this post with a quote.

-The world is peopled by fools.

Took this Jealousy Test thingie.

You are 20.63% jealous!
For this test, the average jealousy percentage is 35.54%.
240167 people have taken this test to date.



This percentage means that :
-You have very few jealous traits.
-You rarely over-react and have a handle on the severity of situations.
-Whatever jealous attributes you do have will not present a problem in relationships, and will sometimes help.


See Jay! Told you I'm not the jealous sort. ;p



The Social Misfit Test

You scored a 14%.
For this test, the average percentage is 22.399547803618%.
18576 people have taken this test to date.


This score classifies you as:
You have some strange tendencies but for the most part you are socially adept.


Gee...I wld nvr have guessed.

You're a BOMBSHELL.
You're kitten-like and sexy. You don't need
expensive rocks, you're so classy you overpower
your gems. You tend to put glamour before
comfort, but it doesn't take much for you to
look glamourous anyhow.
Men beg for a chance with you, and you can take
your pick because, frankly, you're too good for
almost all of them.


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Wind


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Seer


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I'M AN AUNT AGAIN!!!!

My sister's given birth to the pinkest, softest, loveliest baby boy weighing a healthy 2.95kg, and I'm so bloody happified, I'm gonna burst into smitherins!!!

*bursts into smitherins*

I'M IN LOOOOOOOOOVE!!!!

I am so bored and I cannot lie!

*bangs head on the wall 23 times*

If tomorrow is judgement day
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I did with my life
I will say I spent it with you, it's alright

If I wake up in world war three
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I wanna go home
It's okay if you're coming with me, it's alright

Your love is my love and my love is your love
it would take an eternity to break us
The chains of Amistad couldn't hold us

Your love is my love and my love is your love
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us

If I lose my fame and fortune
And my home is on the streets
And I'm sleeping in grand central station
It's okay if you're sleeping with me

As the years, they pass us by
We stay young through each other's eyes
And no matter how old we get, oh
It's okay as long as I got you, baby

If I should die this very day
Don't cry cos on earth
We wasn't meant to stay
And no matter what the people say
I'll be waiting for you
After the judgement day

Your love is my love and my love is your love
it would take an eternity to break us
The chains of Amistad couldn't hold us

Your love is my love and my love is your love
it would take an eternity to break us
The chains of Amistad couldn't hold us

-My Love Is Your Love by Whitney Houston

BORED


Your power is: The ability to fly

Explanation: This powers speaks pretty
much for itself. Though you don't need wings
for this power,you can fly anyway. Some people
may consider it as telekinesis since they can
also fly, but you can't make material things
move like they can. This ability could be a
relaxing activity when you want to get away
from everyday troubles. Also it is good when
sneaking upon an enemy since it makes no sound.
When going over to the "dark side"
the power could be used to harrass and break
into building through windows etc.
You are quite similar to this power since you
like to have your head in the clouds.
Supernatural things amuse while ordinary life
does not. If your daydreaming has gotten a
little too far you might be zooned out all the
time, even when you are having a conversation.
Your desires and/or goals tend to be
unrealistic even if you know those would
probably never happen. Travelling is something
you would be interested in doing since seeing
exotic scenery fits with your fantasies of
escaping your plain life. You can also have
some creative ability (writer, playing an
instrumen etc) that interests you.


Negative aspects: The whole reason you
may be escaping life could be fear of being let
down by it. So if that would come to happen,
and an important dream had been crushed you
could get depressed.

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Quotable Stuff

My mom called me when I was with Jay yesterday.

Me : Hello.
Mom: Ma?
Me : Ah?
Mom: Eh, Dhanya!
Me : *starts laughing* Why did you call me 'Ma'?
Mom: Forgot who I was calling...thought I was talking to my mom. Sigh...old age lah.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I was on the phone with Daniel when mom called for me.

Me : Enthu ma? ('What Mom?' in malayalam)
Daniel: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Enthu maaa?!!! HAHAHAHA. Blardy malayalees.
Me : Whaaat? Hmph. Blardy punjabi-tamil you.
Daniel: Oooh look at me...I'm Dhanya and I'm bloody malayalee and I think I'm sooo cool.
Me : Ah?
Daniel: Oh, and my hair is so long and curly and I'm so fair and I think I'm soooo cool. Oh that reminds me, I gotta wash my hair for this big party I'm going to today and omigosh I'm sooo excited and I'm sooo cool.
Me : Ah???
Daniel: Oooh, look at me, I dunno what Daniel's talking abt but I am sooo COOL.
Me : Umm...ooooooooooooook...if you say so. Bored, rite?
Daniel: Sigh...yah.

MYSTIC BEAUTY - You are eccentric, enigmatic, and
intriguing. You keep to yourself and so no one
knows the real you. You prefer the solace and
quiet of your own company over big crowds of
people. You are highly intelligent but you do
everything your own way. You come off as quirky
or weird and most people don't understand you
at all. You are probably a little disorganized.
You probably also seem distant and dreamy but
that's because you're off in your own little
world.


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Stoooooopid.

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
HAW HAW

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
hilarious

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
that looks gross

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
i mean

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
as i'm getting strangled

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
you smile encouragingly

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
wahahahhaa

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
oh my

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
yeah

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
HAHAHAH

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
oh, I was talkin about the blog post being hilarious

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
one of us have got to post this convo!

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
you know...I really have to try out those couches

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
sheesh

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
wahaha

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
yep, I will! I'll post it!

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
you should

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
as a tp student

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
or parts of it anyway

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
it's only right.

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
hmm

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
i will post the getting strangled part

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
right up to smiling encouragingly

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
haha

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
so don't copy me.

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
*ponders*

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
wah lau

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
hmm.

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
my joke I don't copy ah?

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
I think I'll do tha talk show bit

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
*throttles some more*

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
so don't copy ME

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
twinnie, which one you gonna do?

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
mm...not sure

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
thinking I'm a bit too lazy to do one

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
that's why I said 'one' of us

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
muahhaaha

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
ah stooopid

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
ah, it'll be fun if all of us post a bit of it

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
hmph

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
sigh

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
*drags feet*

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
ok ok

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
what do I post?

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
*ponders*

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
lolx.

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
you could actually post the part about us posting stuff

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
lolx.

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
hmm.

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
oh yes

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
you COULD!

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
whoop-de-doo!

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
oh, I'm posting the underwear talk!

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
oh Lord.

\ m Σ l v Θ \ says:
Lolx.

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
no, that's part of the talk show bit!

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
MINE!

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
it starts with the undies, remember?

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
oh wait...it starts with your pants being on fire

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
oh, thought you were gonna do the name-finding part

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
*gives Sash the finger*

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
no no, you're supposed to say "*flips Sash the birdie*"

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
So I can catch it and set it free

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
aiyah, useless shite la you

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
eh shuuuuut up lah big backside

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
oooh...that's going in

°· J's Girl ·° - if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now - says:
WEEEEE

I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity. says:
hmph

Indian men.

They don't mind having 'wild' women for girlfriends but when it comes to settling down, they choose to do it with someone who's entirely different in nature, and the most important prerequisite wld be the possession of an unbroken hymen, preferably belonging to a girl shipped from India. They may have changed in terms of their dressing, level of success, accent and such but deep down, they're carbon copies of their great great great great great grandaddies. Which means, betterment in terms of mentality= a big fat no. You can screw arnd as much you want, but your bride HAS to have never looked at any man in the eye before, and if you ask her if she's ever clubbed before, the accepted reaction wld be a huge recoil of horror, or preferably, "Pub? Vat, you vant pappadams?"

I'm really generalising here...lots of them aren't as I have described. But there are men/boys here who have actually planned it all out, and some actually have a girl in india waiting to get married to them, while they party away their last few yrs of freedom as hard as the can. Sad, really. *shakes head*

Aaaanyways, I miss Jay. =(

Quotable Convo

In Bloom says:
OMFG

°· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
wah?

In Bloom says:
----'S FRIKKIN SINGLE!

In Bloom says:
omfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfg

°· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

°· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
GRAB HIS ASS!!!!!!!!

In Bloom says:
ooooooook.

In Bloom says:
that made no fuckin sense

°· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
IT SOOOOOOO DOES!

°· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
grab his ass don't let go!!!

In Bloom says:
oh, in a metaphoric sense, you mean.

In Bloom says:
i hope.

°· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
umm..yeah

°· J's Girl ·° - it ain't over till the fat lady sings says:
sorta

In Bloom says:
*rolls eyes*

Lazy lazy sunday, isn't it? So hot and humid! *wipes pespiration from forehead* I, who hardly sweats(don't drink much water), am pespiring like a dog who just swam a hundred laps!

Cleaned my make-up stuff just a while ago. Man, did they need some good cleaning! Sash or anyone who's had a look at my make-up pouch shld know that the insides of it resemble dog poo(as you can see, I'm feeling kinda canine today). I blame this stooopid eyeshadow container that refused to screw itself shut properly, enabling its contents to spill out. I threw it out! Serves you right, you stinkin jerk. *flips the container the bird*

Aaanyways, I found my concealer pencil! It's been M.I.A for so long I thought Madhu'd stolen it and thrown it out the window or something. Oh oh, I was cleaning up my make-up box in my drawer too, and I found my green eye-pencil! *dances arnd* Ok...I know you guys aren't the least bit interested, but I've more exciting(to me, that is) make-up news to share! I had this Bodyshop lipstick that'd finished, and I've not been able to part with it cos it's one of my favourites and Bodyshop doesn't make that shade anymore. I was finally coming to terms with the fact that it's gotta go(was a really tear-jerking moment) when my brain went *BRRINGGG* and I had this absolutely brilliant idea: dig the damn thing out! So I got a teaspoon, sterilised its end and dug away into the lipstick happily, emptying its contents into this cutest little round screw-on pink container. I then started looking for another teeny container for this other redearth shimmer lipstick I had when my brain went *BRRRINGGG* again: mix the damn colours! The shades are almost similar, except the redearth one's more shimmery and soft-textured. So I dug and mixed, dug and mixed, till I got the perfect lipstick shade. *dances abt in absolute ecstacy*


I am one happy girl, lipstick-wise.

I'M IN LOVE WITH MY NEW BLOGSKIN!!!

I've recently become a fan of The Kinks, a 70s band. They've produced lotsa wonderful songs. Go check them out! So anyways, naturally, I started reading up on them, and I stumbled upon a few images, 2 of which I have used for this skin. It was a Eureka sorta moment, cos I was bored of my old pink sunset skin, and was sorta subconsciously searching for some nice pics to use for a new one.

So, here it is! :-D

*dances about happily (to a Kinks hit, ofcos)*

Chamomile Tea...
You are Chamomile Tea.
Your an original! Helpful to anyone in need and
always willing to lend a hand, you take action
but not through violence, people listen to you
for you have a knack for giving wonderful
advice! Many look up to you and you try your
best not to let them down. You have many
friends steadfast or no who consider themselves
lucky to be near you. You may have been hurt in
the past but you dont let that stand in your
way! You have a wonderful outlook on life and
try to see the good in people which is an
awesome gift!


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My flooble chatterbox isn't working! This stupid 'Bad id' message kept appearing for more than an hour, and I am now left with no choice but to use a brand new chatterbox. Baaaaaah. Sooo irritating! Oh well. Feels weird looking at all that empty space. Help me fill it up, ppl! *urges everyone and wags tail*

Bah, can't concentrate on blogging. My cousin's holding an sms convo with me, and she's a bloody fast sms-er. It's like, I finish sending her a msg, and I try rmbr what I wanted to write, and once I manage to get it, the phone vibrates. *rolls eyes* What she's gotta say is interesting, though. She's meeting this guy whose eye she caught online, and has been speaking to for a bit. Here's how the sms convo went:

Her: I saw dat fucker already.
Me : Oook...so how? Doesn't sound too good. Haha
Her: U call now.

As you can see, she isn't the most polite of ppl. Anyways, I called her up and she was trying to get across as much as she cld, in Malayalam, ofcos. Mmm...hope she made sure he cldn't understand Malayalam. But even if he understood, it wldn't be that bad, cos she didn't have bad stuff to say(except for the occasional 'bloody fucker', which, considering her extensive vocabulary, is quite a complimentary classification). I asked her to rate him, on the scale of 1 to 10(10 being the best, ofcos), and she gave him an 8! Now that's something, cos she's got really high standards, so to speak. I went "Ooooo..." and did an eyebrow-wiggle(which she most definitely wldn't have caught) and urged her to hang up and talk to him. She's reeeeally nervous, I tell ya. I shld know! I met Jay the same way...sorta. Man, was I shaking. I blamed it on Starbucks' air-conditioning, though. Jay lent me his windbreaker, and we thumb-wrestled. Sigh...I love thinking abt that evening. Yeah yeah, I know, I shan't continue! I know you guys must be gagging by now.

I might sound all happified and whooppee-ish now but to tell the truth, I'm quite far from it. See, a close friend had revealed to me something last night, something I'd rather not know. I can do something abt it, but I don't want to...cos doing it'll be a huge mistake on my part. I may have done it before, but this time, it'd be different. Almost like messing up fate, y'know? And no matter what anyone tells me, I know it'd be messing up fate, cos I know what's mine. And I'm pretty clear on what's not. That's not, and this is. Guess there's just some healing to be done. By the way, I'm sworn to secrecy, which's a good thing.

Lunch's ready. See you soon, my good ppl. =)

My hair looks absolutely gorgeous now. Really. It looks like a black-haired version of the lovely mane of that blond lawyer in Ally Mcbeal. Her name's...Portia De Rossi, if I'm not wrong. Yeah, I am NOT joking. It looks so friggin beautiful, straight at the beginning, and it slowly curls as it nears the bottom. And my hair isn't big now, not at all. It's an absolutely perfect and stunning tumble of curls. Beats me how it got that way. And guess what? I've been staying home all day.

Talk about absolute USELESSNESS!!!

Mmm...maybe if I stay reaaaal still, it won't change.

*stays reaaaal still*

Quotable Quote

This is what Madhu, who's gonna be 3, said a few days ago:

You know the importance of the equipment? It's a masterpiece. You know the importance?

I almost dropped off my chair.

*drops off chair*

Quotable Convo

Exactly a year ago;

J : *sighs happily and asks in the sweetest, most romantic way* Where have you been all this while?
Me: Umm...*gets all shy and flustered* Down the rubbish shoot?
_______________________________________________________________________


HAPPY 1st ANNIVERSARY, MR.JIJAY KUMAR!!!!

*SOMERSAULTS*

:-D

I was putting on make-up this morning cos my sister, Madhu and I were gonna head to Tampines for some party supplies-shopping. Know what I realised?

My eyes have turned ugly!

When I was a kid, I had really bright, beautiful eyes. No thin red veins in sight. And a few months ago, they weren't that bad...they still resembled what I had when I was younger. But now, there're so many more veins visible, and they aren't bright and shiny anymore. :-(

Man, I probably sound like a bimbo. Oh wait..I am.

Oh crap, mom's screaming. *rolls eyes*

Y'know, I hate it when ppl go on and on abt how angry they are or can get. I mean, if you're pissed and want to be left alone, or want someone to bitch to abt the situation, sure, I don't mind, and am here to bitch with you. But what really irks me is ppl who keep telling me that when they get 'really really angry', they'll blow up, and 'noone can take it', or how everyone runs away immediately or something. It's just so irritating. Seriously, like I care abt how much you're 'scaring' the others. And yet, they go on and on and ON abt their lack of anger management skills and its consequences. Throwing tantrums doesn't make you a stronger, more powerful person. It's quite the opposite. It displays an evident lack of self-control. Not something to be proud of. So, stop trying to awe ppl by revealing the deficiencies in your character. Bah. IRKSOME.

Aaaanyways.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAGANI BABY! :)!!!

Oh, exactly a yr ago, I met Jay for the first time. So, Happy First Meeting Anniversary Thingie, Jay sweetheart! :-D

Lazy old sun
What have you done to summertime?
Hiding away
Behind all those misty thunder clouds
I don't mind
To spend my time
Looking for you
For you are my one reality
When I'm dead and gone
Your light will shine eternally
Sunny rain, shine my way
Kiss me with one ray of light from your lazy old sun

You make the rainbows and you make the night disappear
You melt the frost so I won't criticize my sun

When I was young
My world was three foot, seven inches tall
When you were young
There was no world at all
Sunny rain, shine my way
Kiss me with one ray of light from your lazy old sun

-Lazy Old Sun, The Kinks. Written by R. D. Davies

I was listening to some stuff when Madhu got curious abt my choice of music and asked for the headphones. She listened and shook her ass for a few seconds, licked the headphones and handed them back to me with a sweet smile.

*rolls eyes*

Congratulations Dhanya, you are...

Scarlett Ting of joewei.blogspot.com

You are independent, smart and beautiful. Its too bad you don't see that yourself because life's little difficulties brought down a lot of your self confidence. As a result, you talk cryptic and you don't trust people easily. You care a lot for your friends and your loved ones, sometimes even more than you care for yourself, although they don't always seem to appreciate it. Don't let that affect you. As the saying goes, you don't miss the water till the well runs dry. So hang in there, you're a star in the making.

Which Singaporean Blogger Are You?

The swamiji post is hanging in the air, isn't it? Well...there isn't really much to say. Rmbr what the astrologer said? It's abt the same, really. A few differences, but the same old stuff, like, I gotta be careful abt making decisions, regardless of importance, and all.

BORING.

Anyways, I put up Aretha Franklin's Respect! *grins crazily shakes abt*

Bah, mom's screaming. Nighty night!

I've been getting lotsa complains about eyes getting burnt by my blogskin. "You're burning my eyes!!" Sound familiar, Ragani? *rolls eyes*

Anyways, so, I'm using my old skin for now. I'll be working on one. It's gonna end up looking like all my other skins, definitely. I stubbornly in love with my layout and boxes!

Lunch time. See ya later, alligator.

So! Tmr's the big swamiji day. For those of you to whom I've not bitched about it yet, I'm going to Malaysia(again) but this time, it's due the insistence of my mom that I need mental help.

DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH.

I'm not sure what to think. She either thinks I am mad, am less than satisfactory as a proper human being, or possessed. Whatever it is, I hope it's not the last supposition, as it'd be super freaky. That shld explain my wondrous ability to snort, though. And Shamini's claim that I have lips that look like a pig's. Possessed by the spirit of a pig.

Ok, I'm talking nonsense. Hope the swami guy doesn't reveal stuff that I don't want revealed to my folks.

I'm sorry I didn't call you guys yesterday, when I was down and all. Pls don't be offended or anything, cos I'm not the sort that feels comfy crying in front of others. It's not some ego thing...I'm just like that. I'd start getting the urge to act all happy and fine. So pls pls pls don't think I don't value you or can't find comfort in you, ok?

I love you guys, I really do. *hugs and kisses*

Mom just called, and she said she loves me. Sigh. I love you too, mom! You just don't know how mch.

Whoopsy...I'm starting to feel a teeny bit wooozy. Mom said she'll be back arnd 4, though. So I have more time to drink myself to stupidity.

*shakes ass to Tipsy by J-Kwon*

I don't know what to do. My mom's killing me and I don't know what to do. She's been torturing me and I'm breaking down. She thought I was crying cos she was gonna borrow my phone. What happened to her? Is it me, or her?

I'm sorry, Sash and Sham. I said I'd come, but I cldn't. I'm not a pretty sight to behold.

There's a 21st birthday party later. I wldn't care about going if not for the fact that I'd promised the birthday boy I wld. I can go if I wanted to, it's not like my mom's holding me back today. I don't want to go. What if she calls me, and I break down, again? And my eyes are all puffy and red. What wld Jay's parents think if they saw me like that?

Nan says if I'm not going, she's not either. I hate this.

I'm all alone at home now.

My mom thought I was crying cos she's bringing my phone out with her, and so I can't meet the girls at the arranged time. Who does she think I am? What the hell does she think I am? A frikkin child? I don't cry over phones. I don't cry cos I can't see my friends. I'm not some fucking irrational weakling. What possessed her? When I cry it's always bcos of her. She always has so much to say. Talks to me like I'm dirt. Maybe I am dirt to her. A short while ago, she came to me and told me she gave birth to me, and so she obviously loves me, and I don't know how much. Nonsensical shit. Don't just say it, dammit, show it! You don't show it cos you don't really love me. I'm just one of the kids you produced. You have to know me to love me. You don't. You fucking know nuts about me. You've just got this stereotyped idea of a teenaged girl, and you're sticking that to my face. I'm sick of this. Fuck it, man. I don't care. Nothing's affecting me anymore.

I can't drink too much, my mom'll be back in an hour. So it's just orange juice and white rum, in a coffeee mug. I like the way it tastes. Maybe I shldn't have my Mars bar along with it, it's messing up the taste of my drink.

Think I'll be going to the party afterall. I'm not staying home. If I stay home, I'm gonna be so frustrated, it'll build up, and a week or two later, I'm gonna be writing the same thing. Who am I kidding? I can't 'not care' for nuts. She's my mom and she means so much to me, and I can't ignore her. We live in the same house, for heaven's sake. I can look forward to a few more years of frustration and frustrated crying until I (A)get married and get the hell out or (B)grow numb.

I don't wanna look into the mirror. I know I look like ugly shit. My eyes burn. My skull feels like it's put between two walls that are closing in on each other. Maybe I shldn't go out. But I think I will.

And I think Ill stop here. Gotta go get a refill.

I'M BURNING YOUR EYES! OH YES I AM!!!

*happily burns*

I've used this pic as my background before, but I made it all reddish and freaky, and now I love it so much, I'm using it again!

WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

*happily burns more*

You know it's for real when



- you find it funny when he burps or farts

- you wipe the sweat off his forehead for him, without ever being asked to

- you feel unsettled if you've not seen him for a day or two (and you're someone who values personal space very much)

- a joke of his pops into your head with no warning at the weirdest times and you snort and giggle

- you want to make him happy

- when you're staring into space, you think how nice it'd be if it was him instead of space

- you love the feel of his fingers and yours twining together

- you feel the urgency to learn how to cook more dishes

- you want to sit him down and make him tea

- you want to give him a back rub

- you want to tell him about the teeniest, most unimportant things

- you know you're boring him with such bits of info, but you still do it

- you're always spouting nonsense and he doesn't mind (much)

- you hurt him sometimes but he still wants in

- you're stupid sometimes but he still wants in

- he's seen you in glasses but he still wants in

- you love the way he grins

- it's almost been a year, bt you still feel shy when you see him for the first time that day

- you want to knit him a sweater

- you want to learn how to knit a sweater

- you know you're pathetic but you can't help it cos it feels so good.

I'm going to Seremban again tmr. It's been 16 days since my aunt died, and there're gonna be some prayers and stuff.

Have I mentioned how much I hate funerals? The atmosphere is always so horrid, and terribly sombre. And the crying, I can't stand it, cos it's so painful to watch. It sorta made me unconsciously put myself in my cousins' shoes, which felt like shit. They're young, only in their 20s and early 30s, and their mom is out of the rest of their lives, just like that. Now how shitty is that? Imagine. She's gone, forever. She's never ever going to speak to you again, never going to tell you what she thinks, never going to scold you, cook for you, tell you to pick yourself up, and help you with it. It's like having your only pillar taken away and the roof is crashing down on you. And you know you're never going to love anyone the same way again.

At least, that's how I think it'd feel. Actually, I'd rather not know how it feels. But it has to happen sometime, yeah? Losing my mom is my only true fear, and has been so since young.

I rmbr one afternoon very clearly, when I was arnd 4. My mom and I were the only ones at home, and she was playing dead. I have no idea why she did it, cos she never played dead neither before, nor after the incident. Maybe she was tired and wanted to rest for a bit. Anyways, she kept at it for so long; it cld have been a full half of an hour. I thought she was playing at first, so I played along by acting all sad and grave. But when she wasn't responding to my tickles and shaking, I started considering the possibility of her having really died, and actually believed it. I went to another room, sat down, and started thinking about her being gone. Then came the waterworks and grief-stricken sobs. It was HORRIBLE. I then decided I shld call my father at work and inform him of it and was about to dial his number when my mom, realising what I was up to, woke up from the dead, and stopped me.

*rolls eyes*

I felt a curious mixture of infinite joy and shock and anger when she smiled and told me she was just joking. I rmbr crying a bit more and feeling relieved, but I didn't hug her or anything, cos I was too angry with her for doing that. Gosh, I still am. What a stupid, senseless thing to do to a child! It was my lowest moment ever and it was a joke.

*rolls eyes again*

Mmm. I'm probably psychologically scarred or something, cos I have dreams of my mom dying, at least once every few months.

Sigh...thanks alot Mom. Oh well, you're still here, and I'm going to hug and love you as much as I can, while I still can.

Nantha smsed me this:

Hei I read this somewhere ... Thought I should share it with you... "have you seen a rat rape an elephant?" it sure as hell sounds funny to me... Ha ha ..

I started giggling, then decided to call him straightaway. He was all, "Imagine a rat raping an elephant! The rat's so small, the elephant's so HUGE! HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH!" And he kept laughing, and laughing, AND laughing. Me, ofcos, was giggling madly too.

ColourQuiz

Your Existing Situation
Needs, and insists on having, a close and understanding relationship, or at least some method of satisfying a compulsion to feel identified.

Your Stress Sources
Feels she cannot control the situation to create the sense of belonging she needs, and so remains unwilling to place herself unreservedly in another's hands. Is resisting a condition or a relationship which she regards as a discouraging responsibility. Feels like has far more to offer and is likely to remain impatient and irritable until she has obtained all she feels she still lacks. The urge to get away from this unsatisfactory state leads to restlessness and instability.

Your Restrained Characteristics
Feels that she is burdened with more than her fair share of problems. However, she sticks to her goals and tries to overcome her difficulties by being flexible and accommodating.

Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity.

Your Desired Objective
Intense, vital, and animated, taking a delight in action. Activity is directed towards success or conquest and there is a desire to live life to the fullest.

Your Actual Problem #1
The fear that she might be prevented from achieving the things she wants leads her to play her part with an urgent and hectic intensity.

Your Actual Problem #2
Anxiety and restless dissatisfaction, either with circumstances or with unfulfilled emotional requirements, have produced stress. She tries to escape by intense activity, directed either towards personal success or towards variety of experience.



On the whole, quite true, but there are lotsa inaccurate bits in each paragraph.

Mmm... *ponders*

Quotable Convo

Mom: Your father has the irritating habit of overreacting to the slightest stuff, you know. *stares daggers at my dad*
Dad: *silence*
Mom: You shld have seen him in India, he was constantly going, "HUH? AH? WHOA?!"
Dad: *farts*
Mom: See?! See how he reacts?! *glowers at my dad*

So, my mom's back! I'm sooooo happy man. Was friggin lost without her, really. This is going to be pathetic, but I actually cried some nights, cos her absence was too much for me to handle.

PATHETIC.

Anyways, since she's back, I'm the happiest girl on earth, even though she's screaming at me to go to sleep. I'm tired too, got back from Seremban this morning. *yawn*

Night babies!

P.S: I know this is a seriously pathetic post, but I never intended it to be. I've much to say! Mom's screaming though. Oh well.

I'm back home! FINALLY!

I PROMISE I'm blogging tonight. Ok, most of you guys probably don't care, so it's more like a promise to myself. :-p

So much to write, so little time!

Have not been blogging much, have I?

Am staying at my sister's place. Dial-up. Yep, the noisy pain-in-the-bloody-arse connecting noise, the slow loading of sites, the works! I'll be home in a week or 2, so I'll be blogging proper then. :-)

Nighty night, babies!

Sometimes, when you're smsing in the train, do you look up to find some eyes on you? I do! Nope, fear not, this is not another one of my vanity/ego trips. These ppl are watching me bcos of my facial expressions!

Different smses bring out different emotions in me. Some are boring (eg. Have lunch outside, not cooking.), pissifying (eg. Babe, my bf didn't call me last nite. =( ), alarming (eg. Babe, it's confirmed, I'm pregnant.), and some are plain sweet (eg. There is one day I will nvr forget. It's the day I found one of the best persons in my life, YOU! :-) Take care! Good day!).

It's a different scenario altogether when J smses me. I immediately light up and get bloody excited when I see his name. :-D

So, as you must have guessed, I make my reactions to smses obvious. Too obvious, I must add. I bite my lips, make an 'o' with them, frown, smile widely, roll my eyes, pout, sigh, etc. And it doesn't help that mrt seats face each other. It's like I'm the resident freak or something.

By the way, I miss my mom.

COME BACK ALREADY, DAMMIT!

She's supposed to be back at the end of May, but it's been delayed to the first week of June. Baaaah.

Oh well, patience is a virtue, I guess.

Was walking home today from the Pasir Ris MRT station. I normally take a bus, but I wanted to think some things through, and which better way to do that then while having a nice walk home, yeah?

So, I was strolling with a slight frown on my face, when a white Mercedes pulled up beside me. I didn't look, but the driver was calling to me with a frantic, "Excuse me! Excuse me!!" He wanted directions. Here's what the convo was like:

Him: Hi, do you know where the 200-something blocks are?
Me : Oh, they're the other way round. These blocks here are 500s, and further down the road are 700s, so they're all the way back there. *points and gets ready to go*
Him: Mmm...I can't find them, you know.
Me : Oh, umm, they shld be there.
Him: And you are?
Me : What, my name?
Him: *nods* You are?
Me : *thinks about it for a while* Dhanya. Rite, the blocks are there. See y-
Him: Are you a student?
Me : Umm, no.
Him: Working?
Me : No.
Him: Oh...ok. I'm afraid I cannot find the block, you know. Could you show me the way? I'll drop you off at your place.
Me : No, it's ok, it's a short way home. *starts contemplating being rude*
Him: Oh...you sure?
Me : Yah. The blocks are easy to find. Just make a U-turn.
Him: Oh...in case I can't find the blocks, can I call you? Can I have your number?
Me : Nah, that's ok. You'll find them. Bye. *starts walking away*
Him: Oh, ok then. Thanks! *drives away*

Can you say lame? I didn't see him at the other side of the road as I walked on, which means he didn't make a U-turn. He probably wasn't even looking for any block.

Crap, gtg. Got stuff to update. Will do so in a bit!

You've been irritating me with your attitude towards me for years. And you say you find me irritating? Well, duh? You think I'm fool enough to be sweet to you when you're shit to me, yeah? You've got the wrong person, bud. That was me a loooong time ago. Can't believe I actually cried, many times too. Now, I'd much sooner dye myself electric blue than give a damn about what you think about me. I'm not even gonna fake it. Get that? I. Don't. Care. You can catch me walking arnd naked with whipped cream on my boobs and I'd just give you a wide smile.

You obviously don't have enough trust in me and love for me, and know nuts about me, cos you're getting brainwashed. Now, really, how dumb can you get? You're such a strong-willed person, and you allow yourself to get brainwashed. Disappointing, man. Since the person brainwashing you is not gonna go anywhere, I've decided to give up. Have your 'grown-up' talks about me, go ahead. Let your minds fester and come up with the most imaginative 'taboo' things to do. And no worries, I'll live up to expectations. ;-)

Nonsensical rambling time!

Do other ppl make us who we are? Do we pick up a little bit from every person we know? Is one person almost nothing without others? Who's the real person in us? Does that person keep changing a little everyday? So is he/she still unique? If so, not very unique, yah?

Is anyone original? How original is original, then? Maybe ideas can be original, but can a person be truly original when he or she has bound to have picked up something from someone else?

Every one of us is supposed to be unique, as it is in the case of our fingerprints, and snowflakes.

Maybe we're all recipes. Different ones. Some hot and spicy; some bland; some tomato-based with lotsa italian seasoning; some with cheese; lotsa salad dressing; or sugar-coating; etc. The recipes may be similar sometimes but they can't be the same. Either certain ingredients, or quantities of them added wld differ.

So, some of us are similar, but not the same ppl. Like, chicken curry and chicken gravy. And lotsa of us are as different as a hot plate of rice and baked alaska(a dish with ice-cream inside it that is baked, ice-cream and all. Best part is, it doesn't melt.)

Mmm. Boy am I hungry now.

*tummy growls*

I thought I was horny, but Sash's bloody hornier!

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
army uniforms are such major turn-ons.

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
TOTALLY

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
Jay's got this uniform, it's gotta do with some airplane stuff, and it's HOT, I tell you

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
whooooo

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
it's tight at the butt, and shows the shape of the torso well!

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
god

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
*gets all hot*

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
Oh. My. God.

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
I so need one of those guys.

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
absolutely!

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
gosh

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
*hot flash*

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
*has an orgy and dies*

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
*does the same*



Later...




Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
leave the orgy part out!

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
*dies*

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
no way!

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
:-D

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
aww!

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
*sobs*

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
*laughs evilly*

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
ok, I'll change it to the full 'orgasm'?

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
*stares daggers*

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
*scratches head*

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
well do I or don't I?

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
*blinks rapidly*

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
umm.

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
don't.

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
*nods*

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
*nods obediently*

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
*smooches D*

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
oh my gosh

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
umm...

°· J's Girl ·° - It's that strange and tender magic you do. Mr. Wonderful, that's you.- says:
*inches away*

Cherry-flavoured antacids. says:
*puckers up*


Poor twinnie. *pats*

Y'know wat's good about having a pregnant woman in your house?

SNACKS.

It's bloody marvellous, I tell you. There always are snacks in the house. Chips, chocolates, drinks, and the occasional pizza or KFC if she gets the craving. Needless to say, I'm going crazy being all gluttony. Absolute divinity!

*floats in a sea of chips and Coke cans*

Ok, the picture is now more complete, thanks to Nantha. I don't have Adobe Photoshop, so he helped me blur and fade out the bottom. Such a sweetie!

*hands Nantha some Cadburys*

So! I'm happy now. This skin might not be very temporary afterall!

*dances away, headbanging in satisfaction*

New look! How do you guys like it? Personally, I think it's boring. But I wanted a change from the pink forest sunset one before this. I might just change back to it some time later.

Jay took that picture of me at the beach. I generally don't like my side view, especially my mouth. So I HAD to cut that out. Ragani said the pic now looks incomplete, and I think so too, but what the heck, it's temporary!

Sash's coming over in half an hour. I've yet to bathe and am still braless!

I shall go get myself tolerably decent.

Just a day,
Just an ordinary day.
Just tryin to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
And as he asked if i would come along
I started to realize-
That everyday you find
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.

He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?

And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
You'd swear those words could heal.
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And to know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time.

And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand.

Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you see?

Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy.
Or was it all in my head?
Did he ask if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as i looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.

And he said he my take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
Right in the palm of your hand,
Right in the palm of your hand.

Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just tryin to get by.

Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.

- Ordinary Day, Vanessa Carlton

Things I gotta blog about

- Char's visit on Friday.
- I cooked!
- Ceylon tea!
- My outting with the old gang earlier.
- The bitches of Eastwick.
- The nigga digging ass fucker(in Nan's words).
- How much I miss my mom.


No time now, so I'll blog soon!

My folks and I visited my paternal grandma yesterday. Stupid little shite's been bad to my mom for yonks, and now she's living alone. HA! There is a god.

After 30 minutes of small talk, we passed my 3rd sister's wedding invite to her, sought her fake blessings and left for Madhu's house! (cue wild cheering)

We had dinner there and ended up staying. Which means, no teeth-brushing facilities! Ended up brushing my teeth in the morning with Colgate and my finger. Cldn't brush my tongue. Ewwwwyuck. I rushed to the bathroom to brush properly the instant I got home in the afternoon.

Spent the day cleaning the house and stuffing myself on KFC. Y'know, I prefer the Original chicken. Crispy's way too crispy. I felt like I was eating pakora instead of fried chicken. *rolls eyes*

Oh crap, gtg. Sister wants to use the comp. Bleaurgh.

I'll be blogging tonight, ppl. I'll be back.

*walks stiffly away ala the governer of California*

You are a Toad croak! Meaning you are a
fairly normal person! You are mostly a happy
person, getting on with your life with only a
few croaks and moans! You are also a practical
person and probably quite a hard worker. You
enjoy the simple things in life like the
company of your friends, going shopping or to
the cinema, reading a good book and being with
your family or loved one.

Your good points
are that you are even tempered, fairly happy go
lucky and a good friend to have around! Your
bad points are that you sometimes lack the
drive to succeed, being happy with what you
already have. Which really, isn't such a bad
point at all!

Mostly content with your life,
you are a happy, well-rounded person!


Are you a Princess, Enchantress, Faerie, Mermaid or Toad? (with pictures!)
brought to you by Quizilla


CROAK.

New song! Thrilleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerr!

*dons rags and starts dancing arnd like a zombie*

Your dating personality profile: Athletic - Physical fitness is one of your priorities. You find the time to work athletic pursuits into your schedule. You enjoy being active. Liberal - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate. Adventurous - Just sitting around the house is not something that appeals to you. You love to be out trying new things and really experiencing life.

Your date match profile: Athletic - You aren't looking for a couch potato. You seek someone who is active and who keeps his body in top shape. Practical - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart. Flashy, materialistic people turn you off. You appreciate the simpler side of living. Big-Hearted - You want someone compassionate, someone gentle and kind. A loving, nurturing person will fill that hole in your life.

Your Top Ten Traits 1. Athletic 2. Liberal 3. Adventurous 4. Wealthy/Ambitious 5. Sensual 6. Big-Hearted 7. Practical 8. Funny 9. Stylish 10. Intellectual

Your Top Ten Match Traits 1. Athletic 2. Practical 3. Big-Hearted 4. Adventurous 5. Conservative 6. Intellectual 7. Outgoing 8. Sensual 9. Funny 10. Romantic

Take the Online Dating Personality Quiz at Dating Diversions


Athletic my ass, man. I mean, come on, look at me. My thighs aka The Vertical Balloons are enough proof that I don't do anything remotely athletic, unless you count stair-climbing.

All the other stuff are true, especially the fact that I'm stylish. *throws fur coat over shoulder and bats lashes* Ok, enough puking. But the part where it's said that I want my partner to be conservative is total rubbish. I don't really mind conservativeness...much. Wat I cannot stand is narrow-mindedness. And lotsa times, both traits come together. So when my bf's both, I'd probably be beating him up everyday.

*thanks god for J*

&; resplendent says:
hullo.

&; resplendent says:
late bather.

&; resplendent says:
HHAHA.

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
Who's the Boss and Bewitched were on!

&; resplendent says:
WELL STILL!

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
how earth can anyone bath when stuff like those are on

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
babe, you like samosas?

&; resplendent says:
not bad. why

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
cos I'm eating some and wanted to make you green with envy

&; resplendent says:
FCK YOU.

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
*smiles sweetly*

&; resplendent says:
well.

&; resplendent says:
IT MAKES YOU FAT.

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
omg

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
F you, then!

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
hmph

&; resplendent says:
HAHAHAHAHA.

&; resplendent says:
FAT FAT FAT.

&; resplendent says:
imagine, all that fat!

&; resplendent says:
jiggling!

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
bloody you!!

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
oh well, already jiggle

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
wat's a bit more jelly, eh?

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
*jiggles*

&; resplendent says:
FATS more like.

°· J's Girl ·° - the heiress, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar - says:
you're sooo fried, Char

&; resplendent says:
HAHAHA.

&; resplendent says:
JIGGLY FATS.

I've realised that I'm not getting as much messages on Friendster as I used to. Wait, I'm not getting ANY messages from anyone I don't know. Know why? Cos I added a little something extra to my profile, under the 'Who I Want to Meet' section.


Cyber sex-crazed ppl, stay away. Sickos.

And if you're one of those shitheads who're looking for someone to have a 'good time' with, this's the wrong place. Do I look like I'm pimping myself? I can be friends but don't ask for my number cos you're not getting it. Scroll up and read my profile again. See that? 'In a Relationship'. Shoo.

Me the man! Woohooo!!

Can't decide, can't decide, can't decide.

Been doing a shitload of quizzes lately. Know why? I'm bored shitless. Maybe I shld blog. About....something or other.

Y'know, I've not blogged about my sister's wedding and my birthday dinner yet! Gosh. They happened in December. I'm the shittiest blogger alive.

*slaps self 23 times*

So, wat have I been doing at home? Nothing. Besides everyday cleaning stuff and reading, nothing. Have not read as much as I'd liked to have lately too, cos my mom cannot stand the sight of me being stationary. The woman thinks that if she, an ageing person, can do housework like she does, loads younger and energetic me shld be comparable to a freak-assed cleaning machine.

It was good cleaning my cupboard yesterday, though. Cos I had to try on lots of clothes to see if they'd miraculously fit, and guess wat? I actually fit into them! There is a god. I've been wanting to put on weight, but there're so many outfits I love that require un-whale-like attributes to look good in. So I'm replacing my 'Get Fat For Bigger Boobs' mantra with 'Stay The Same, Love Yourself'. It's gonna be a whole new era, like no other. Ok, that sentence was stupid. I'm bored, bear with me.

I was complaining to Kay only last night about my microscopic boobs. And I was thinking to myself, "Man, this is getting tiring, this dissatisfaction." A moment later, a few electric charges flew about my brain and this teeny, rusty light bulb in it flickered a bit and lit up. These words flashed across my mind:

THEN STOP LAH!

So I shall. And if Jay insists on my not changing myself, why shld I care anymore?

Offical declaration: I'm 33-24-36 and I'm bloody happy about it.

*dances away into the evening in blissful oblivion*