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!