I squeezed myself into the train to get to work last Saturday, and realised that to my right, there was this guy who looked a WHOLE lot like a secondary school classmate of mine whom I've not seen for years. I stared at his profile for a few seconds to make sure it was him, and decided I felt friendly enough to say hi.

Me : Hi Yi Yong.
Him : *looks like something's been suddenly shoved up his ass and starts shifting around really uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact*
Me : *taps his arm gently and smiles sunshinily* Yi Yong?
Him : *turns face slightly to me and cups his ears, shaking his head*
Me : Oops. Sorry, thought you were my friend.

I turned up my player's volume and squeezed my eyes shut for a pretty long time.

Lesson learnt: When it comes to recognising ppl, side profiles are NOT trustable. If doubt arises, just shut up.

And why did it have to be a deaf-mute?! Or maybe my friendliness made him so nervous, he decided put on a show. If he did, I hope his ears ring non-stop for 2 days, and that he will struggle to hear what his friends tell him, and they'll get irritated, and he'll get slapped. In fact, I wish that his ears will ring till he's slapped enough to get the sound out of his head.

Oh well.

Deepavali was quite alright. Didn't do much, really. And omg, I didn't even drink! What's wrong with me!?!?!

Did manage to camwhore a teeny bit before stripping my saree off me, tho.







I love sarees, and I love wearing them even more! *prances around*

I should be doing working now.

I kinda miss my old blogskin, the one with the huge-assed pic of my eye for the background. Rmbr? Here, lemme help.



Got this off a wordpress blog I left a comment on. It's so weird that a snapshot of my blog's appearance of like, months ago popped up instead of its current image. It's probably the cybergod's way of letting me know that it's time to change my skin since my blog scares off kids cos of my gigantic face scrutinising them. And due to the wholesomeness that is my online journal, I feel a sense of duty to the general public to make sure that in all ways, my blog is good for you.

Omg I just spotted the 'Third-base' in that screen shot. What's that all about?! So un-wholesome. And I don't even use the term TGIF. Mmm. Strange. Maybe those aren't labels or related words or whatever I thought they were.

I smell black coffee. It's making my brain tingle.

Oh! As I was saying. I'm gonna change my blogskin. Sometime soon, I hope. Sucks not having a comp at home now. Don't wanna use my sister's laptop cos if anything happens to it, I'll be blamed for sure. Know why? My whole family knows nuts about computers and the like, and I'm the family expert. Boggles the wobbly mind, doesn't it! My knowledge in this case is limited mainly to net usage and a wee bit of html codings. That's all. Oh, and Solitaire. But really, I'm a semi-computer idiot. Rmbr way back when I complained relentlessly that my sound card wasn't working? Or wasn't even in existence in my CPU? It probably dawned on Jay that I wldn't know where a sound card wld be even if it personally told me to where to stuff it (does that sound un-wholesome too?) and inserted his earphones into the sound-coming-out-jack-thing. We heard the song blasting, and we both realised that I'm an idiot.

Now you must be wondering why I'll seem to be at fault if the lappy goes mad, since I'm supposed to be the expert. You see, ignorance breeds ignorance, so when they use a comp, they're not aware of undesirable moves that might have been carried out during their session, and since they aren't aware, they think their hands are clean, and when the machine acts up, they assume I've laptop blood on my hands!

My beige, squeaky clean hands!! *chest heaves dramatically*

Yah, so I'm not using that thing. I'll stick to abusing the comp at work till I buy myself a neon-green laptop next year.

I probably should get back to work.

The office idiot calls me D-Nadhan! You can ask me why, but I won't know what to say. Ask her!!!

After note: It's D-Nadhen. Nadhen with an 'e'.

My twinnie's got clever fingers.


Oh yes she does!


And I have a freakishly long neck!




Got sick of smiling, so decided to appear a little fed up.


If you like the earrings (the 'if' is probably redundant), head over to http://alkaen-moon.blogspot.com. She's so nice, she'll custom-make stuff for you. Never know, you might even inspire a pair and get them named after yourself. Get her to do you earrings today! Is it possible for me to sound cheesier?

Speaking of doing things. Have you done my bridal footwear poll? What, no? Why not?! Do it now! It's just below this post. You're too lazy to scroll down? Fine. Click here.

Why you so lazy?!

I guess I deserve the Dunia votes I got, since I voted Dunia anyway. Wahaha.

Eh if you honestly don't know what my name is, I suggest you get the hell away from me cos I'm gonna hunt you down and give your ass a flying kick! Well ok... not really. I don't hurt stupid ppl.

The party favours have been decided on! They're gonna be half-made by us. :-D I'm not telling you what they are even if you ask me. Cos you're probably gonna be a guest. And the guests don't get to know in advance what they're receiving even if they really, reeeeaaally want to.

I shld stop doing so much wayang.

DO THIS!!!



By the way, my wedding gown's from here. Go see!

Go ahead, give it a try! It's the easiest shit to answer. My very first poll! I am so proud of me!!!

Joel's back in yoga business, but at a different place. Real Yoga. Besides yoga, they hold dance lessons too. In his words, it's 'dirt cheap'. Call him for a trial session!

9729 4367.

He's got the kinda face that'll appeal to despo housewives. Feel lonely? You know what to do. ;)

P.S: Answer to poll question will be revealed in next blogpost! :-p

After the R.O.M, I'm going to gather all of my father's books and work thru them. Must try my best not to sneak into the library to get my hands on a Stephanie Plum tho. Bah, I'll probably do just that anyway. Who am I kidding? I'm hooked and I know it.

It's only 3.33 pm now. Ladidadidaa. Eh, that's half-evil, considering 666 supposedly has to do with the devil! Haha. Mmm. 666 the wrong side up wld be 999, which's our police hotline. The police force has got to do with God?!

Revelation for today: Our police force is of divinity.

I'm so bored, I wanna hurl Tack against the screen to see if he cries.

Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I dont need no friends
As long as I gaze on waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
Chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine

Terry meets Julie, waterloo station
Every friday night
But I am so lazy, dont want to wander
I stay at home at night
But I dont feel afraid
As long as I gaze on waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine

Millions of people swarming like flies round waterloo underground
But Terry and Julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And they don't need no friends
As long as they gaze on waterloo sunset
They are in paradise

Waterloo sunset's fine

- Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks

The fragility of it all scares me senseless.

Senseless.