My dad was using Phoebe that day, so I lost my mood to blog. But now, it's baaaaa-aaaack!

I turned 23 about 21 hours ago. 21. Wow, that seems to have been ages away, yet it feels like it happened just like...few months ago. Haha. Tho our 21st birthday party of sorts wasn't the fun-est, we did have a blast, right twinnie? Before the whole thing about the then-fiance screaming at me COS OF UNCOOKED CHICKEN and your mom being upset about it and all. Actually, I think we had the most fun when it was just you, I, Ilyas and Nelvin at the chalet and you and I were in the room upstairs, taking swigs of vodka and giggling down at their barbecueing asses.

Ah, memories, memories.

Just a couple of days and I'll be seeing you, twinnie!!! I wanna laugh like an ass with you. =)

Ragani's leaving Finland today. JOYJOYJOYJOYJOYJOY!!

My best friends are coming back! And even if it's only for a month, I'm super duper, wonderfully, honestly, really really really happy about it. :-D

I want to blog tonight! And so I will! Which means I'll be online around 10pm!

Webcam chats are soooo much FUN, twinnie and RV and dewy boy. (HINT!)

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> >Sashi wrote >Hi, Dhanya, I'm rely sorry 2 Snt ths. bcoz, My Dear Dhanye, I lost evrything 4 you yaar, I Mastrbate 'Self Orgsm' 4 you yaar, Rely I Can't Avd Or stop it. Please, Thr s only one way 2 solve my !. , I'm so rry 4 this yaar.>If U feel good or not, please send your that'. Ok >Yeh,please yaar.

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HAHAHAHAHA! I wonder what the 'that' is. Somebody must have been terribly bored, or horribly horny. Or both cos they often co-exist. Not speaking from experience tho. Errr yeah.

I was baking chicken pie couple of weeks back, and got tipsy on red wine. I felt the need to talk nonsense and it was 3 in the morning which is not the time to call anyone up to talk abt pie, so I decided to assault Phoebe with my wine-breath and dough-fingers. I just love being high!

I'm on to my third glass of wine and I have to admit, I do feel the effects of it. Can be quite disappointing to learn how low your alcohol tolerance is, especially when your good girl friend learns it first when you puke on her pretty green heels in the loo. She'll blame you for it for the next few weeks and all you can do is compliment her looks incessantly cos you can't afford to buy yourself new shoes, let alone her.

Sucks to be broke. It's an arresting state of affairs. You're just... arrested; gotta stay in one place (home). Go out, and you're screwed in the sense that there's nothing you can do except wander around aimlessly hoping home isn't far away cos you can't afford the bus fare since the station's got your pants where you left your wallet. When you're arrested, do the police steal your pants? What if the pants are of sentimental value? Like that piece of clothing in The Sisterhood of Travelling Pants? Do you get extra cash for the time you do in jail if your pants are as famous as that over-celebrated pair?

Glass number four. Ek glassi do glassi theen glassi CHAA!!

I hope my pie-thing turns out okay. Pie-thing cos it's not exactly pie. You got to be at least a teensy bit curious. Thus, I shall elaborate. So. I made this creamy cheesy chicken thing for filling. And dough for pastry (or whatever uncooked pie pastry is called). I was about to roll the dough out to place on the pie dish when some rusty light bulb that shines bloody brightly when I'm high went 'ding', illuminating my entire being by presenting the idea of mashing the dough into the filling, rolling it into a ball, and baking it at 160 degrees Celcius for 40 min. I, ofcos, had no idea if it'll turn out anywhere near decent, so I did one ball which resembled a semi-soggy piece of... well... mush. Also, in case that turned out shitty, I figured I gotta do a mini-pie to make myself feel better about my almost-okay culinary skills, and so I flattened a piece of dough, dumped some filling onto it, and covered it with a thinner piece of (painstakingly) flattened dough. Dough sucks when it sticks to flesh. It really, really does.

Super digression. Opposites attract yes, but in my case, MY ASS. I had to leave him. He loved me. I did too. But love and security wasn't enough. For me.

I'd done the same even if I were ugly. Maybe, if I were ugly, he wouldn't have dated me in the first place. Mmm. Point to consider lazily when the sun's way above me, threatening to turn my skin browner than it's supposed to be. Fair Indian to darker Indian. Or dark Indian. Or the nicer compliment, Black Beauty. But it takes a lot of time under the sun to be black. I don't know exactly how much, and I've noone to turn to for advice on that particular puzzler. And that's fine. Cos it doesn't matter.

The sorta-pies are done.

I've just tried those piping hot items with the stupidity and arguably, courage that the high/drunk and dumb-assed will possess an abundance of. The pie-thing has turned out quite...alright, to say the most. I think it has to be baked longer at a lower temperature. The mini-pie tastes as splendid as my humbleness would allow me to disclose. Maybe a bit on the too-salty side, but nothing a glass of wine cannot temporarily fix.

Oh. Glass number five. Wait. No. Six.

Love is a tricky thing. Tricky tricky tricky.

Can someone tell me when cupid means business? What the fuck is he doing making people who aren't meant to be together fall in love? I'm not sure I like this business of... breaking hearts.

Never had my heart broken. Does karma exist?

Damn.

I married J when I was still looking for the love of my life. DO YOU KNOW HOW SICK THAT IS?

I was an unscrupulous, shit-faced, irresponsible asshole to have thought that I was making the right decision based on the fact that he loved me dearly. I loved him too. Well I still do, in a very distant, less active way. But like I said, it wasn't enough. I wasn't happy with my choice cos I really needed to know, to find out, if I could be truly, liberated-ly happy. I was only 21, and very eager to grow up.

The rest of the dough and filling need to be done. Should I roll it out onto a pie-dish which would be the more traditional and perhaps sensible choice, or make more pie-things or mini-pies?

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

You know that odd feeling where you feel like you might just burst if you don't release something really really soon and you're gonna embarrass yourself immensely even if you're your only audience?

I need to pee.

P.S: In case you don't rmbr, Phoebe's my netbook.

Looks like i got too excited about blogging soon. That thing got posted twice!

I found your fingerprints
On a glass of wine
Do you know you're leaving them
All over this heart of mine too
But if I never take this leap of faith
I'll never know
So im learning to fall
With no safety net to cushion the blow

- I Bruise Easily by Natasha Bedingfield

Okay that sounds a little sad, but I'm not. And no, I don't bruise easily, and I'm not bruised either. Hahaha.

Things have gotten better. Waaaaaay better than expected. And better so soon!

All I need is to get a job. Hahaha.

So how've YOU been? :-D

Time to blog!

SOOOOON!!

<3

Time to blog!

SOOOOON!!

<3

The net connection at home sucks ASS. I feel like a lost child, struggling to find super-secureness in WirelessSG and not finding it. Oh well.

How've you guys been?! I miss you all. Yep, ALL of you. And that's not cos my social life's a little shitty(cos my mom's still thinkin I'm gonna get raped now that I'm supposedly sendng out 'single' vibes) and I miss hanging out with ppl in general. It's cos I genuinely miss you guys.

Ah well.

Couple of days ago, I was at Friend A's place for dinner. I'm not close to her and that particular group of old pri school buds at all, but I went cos Checkered Shorts' going, and cos A actually called me up to ask me to come. Weird. Well she DID see me out with my mom some weeks back and invited me over, to which I said 'sure' cos it's only polite to say 'sure' when someone invites you to something that you think you won't be ACTUALLY invited to.

I was friendly, but kinda anti-social. That bunch of ppl used to discuss me in not very flattering ways cos of stuff that Asshole 1 (whom I semi-dated for the shortest period of time) fed them abt me. And they never even talked to me much. Ah well. Since it's such a secondary school thing to do to bitch about someone when you know shit about him/her, I decided to be non-secondary-school-ish and not give it much thought, not hold (much of) a grudge, but just be slightly uninterested. That was pretty easy, cos I really was quite uninterested in talking to them. Okay maybe I've a teeeeny bit of a grudge. Teeeeeeny.

ANYWAYS. I've an exam 2 days from now. Wish me luck!

Oh, and I've cut my hair. It's almost really short. I've been hating it for the past 50+ hours, but now, after having my little fringe straightened, I quite like it. I look a wee bit younger. Yay!

Eh Ragani. You had said you have lots to tell me, and that was last week. Gimme something woman, I'm bloody curious!!!

David says:
hahahhaha
awwww u so kind
hey so u gotten a job yet?
or still finding for one?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
hehehe
looking for one lah
sigh
haha

David says:
oh haha ok
well what kinda job u looking for?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
mmm
customer service sorts lah
I like being kept busy that way
no more boring ofice stuff for me!

David says:
hahahah
then i have a job for u!
u interested in applying?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
okay you are gonna say something daaaammnn stupid
go ahead, say it!
aaaaaaahahhaha

David says:
hhahahhaha
ok la dun wanna be so bad to u
hahhaha
poor u...
see im good to u!!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
whaat!
so anti-climax!
pls lah, tell me tell me tell me!
hahaha

David says:
hahahhahaha
i wanted to say.........
KISS MY ASS

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
hahahhaha

David says:
thats the biggest and wildest job u will get
hahahhahahaha

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
bloody...!!!!!
OMG AAAAHAHAHAHA!
you great, big stupid!

David says:
hahahahah
yes i know


and it goes on;



David says:
hahahhaha
well everyone will be wondering how come u havent kissed my ass
since its so attractive
my hot cross brown buns
hahahaha

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
oh my god
your hot brown buns.
HAHAHAHHAHHAA

Back. Right. As I was saying, I found out Checkered Shorts's really into me. Which made me realise that staying married is not an option, especially since I married for the wrong reasons. But let's not go into that now cos it's a much-discussed-and-therefore-bloodyfrustrating-topic. Checkered's interest didn't break my marriage; it just acted as a catalyst; A catalyst, not THE catalyst. It irritates me terribly when ppl just don't understand that I didn't plain leave one guy for another. It's not that easy/simple. Ah. Where is this going? I shall come back to the story.

SO. I had trust issues. I found it hard to believe that someone who claims to have fallen in love with me while knowing fully well that I was engaged/married/super unavailable could be telling the truth. I don't think I have to explain what my concerns were and why; they must be obvious. My family had the same concerns (and a few extra cos they believe Checkered broke my marriage aaaand listen to this, they 'found out' he's done some black magic on me but that's a different @&@!#^ matter altogether) and in a nutshell, they quite hate him.

I, on the other hand, have decided to follow my heart and guts for once, and trust him.

This is why. Earlier this week, my brother-in-law (who had a not-so-friendly little chat with Checkered, and has very recently decided to become my good friend/advisor/and now semi-disciplinarian since my dad, tho I love him very much the way he is, is as passive as passive can be) told me that if Checkered doesn't stop seeing me, he'll either have him beaten up (uh huh, you read that right), or have his parents notified that he's getting upclose and personal with a married woman, and the former threat will result in his parents finding out anyway. That's a bit of a no-no for the mo cos Checkered feels the need to prove himself trustworthy to his folks first by establishing himself a little before letting them know he wants to be with a girl who was once married. Or something like that. I know it might sound bullshittish to some cos if a guy really loves a girl, there's nothing else that matters, right? Not exactly. Especially if the girl's say... married.

Anyways. I realise I've not yet revealed the reason I've grown to trust him. The reason is, he's not running away. My family might just decide to take matters into their hands anytime and let his family know, but he still wants in.

Somehow, within all the mess, I manage to find this quite perfect. For the moment, this is just really really perfect. For the first time in my life (love-wise), I'm following my heart and guts and not my mind. I'm listening to that little voice in my head that told me that Jay and I won't last. It's the same voice that I mentioned in one of my earlier posts which tells me to brush my teeth before I go to sleep and to stop drinking when I get too tipsy. Haha. Sounds a little stupid, I know. But I know it's not.

I love looking at his face. Love just watching him. Love it when he smiles for me. It feels so comfy and safe with him and I wanna sniff at him for hours and kiss his dimples. And now that I know I can trust him, I know that he's mine and he wants it that way. And I'm now ready to be his. Weird how it can feel so natural. We still do have moments where we can't help but go 'oh my god. it's us!' and 'shit, you and me?!' and the ocassional more simple 'wow. =)'. Many people, including you now, know about us, except for the families, which is unfortunate... but it's just how it has to be right now. They're not ready for us, and I don't mind waiting.

But if this doesn't work out, I will never listen to that little voice in my head again.

By the way, I still can't remember what that secret that I promised you guys was. I know it was some stupid little thing I thought up of when I was bored. Maybe it's best left forgotten. HAHA.

I had durians and milo for breakfast yesterday. Lovely.

Was staring at the same page I'm looking at now around the same time yesterday and the day before, tryin to remember the secret I promised to let you guys in on. How anti-climax.

Oh by the way people, I'm in a relationship now. I'm still married at the mo, tho. Married to one, in love with another. I AM taking things slightly slow, tho it might not seem like it. Going with the flow. Following the winds. And what else have you. AND, there is a whole huge tamil movie inspired story to it.

Do you have the time?

Checkered Shorts and I go a long long way back, all the way to primary school. We were in the same school, same second language class, and YET, we don't remember seeing each other at all. I only knew him by name, and he by mine (but he put the face of one Diana to my name, that dumbass). We officially met again (bless Teddy Bear, the lovely, hairy mutual friend for keepin in contact with me) about 8 years ago, which was when he realised Diana isn't me. But no, there were no sparks then. In fact, there weren't any till a year ago.

See, we never talked much, nor did we meet up alone. We just saw each other couple of times a year when I'm free to join that particular group of friends for coffee. All that changed one night late June 2008 when our friends didn't turn up and it was just the 2 of us left to entertain each other thru dinner. Kinda made us realise that we can actually hang out and not feel bored of each other. And that was the beginning to everything.

I began to wonder how it'd be like to be with him, cos he's just so suited to me character-wise. Laidback...relaxed...taking things as they come. And I loved him quite dearly, as a friend. But as you all know, I was attached then, engaged even. Soooo it was a oh-well-too-bad thing. Until middle this year, which was when I found out he'd actually fallen in love with me.

Ah. The nephew needs to be fed. Continue later!

I'm gonna let you guys in on an itty bitty secret tmr. Why tmr? Mom's really screamin and so I really really have to go. Wahahaha.

Love you all!

Tagboard's up and running! Now that the blogskin is all happy and done, I shall move on to actual blogging.

Right after I vacuum the house. Weeee, this brings back memories of my early blogging days! Okay, lemme depart the way I used to.

Mom's screaming. Gtg! :-D

There's not gonna be much happening here for a while. Should be blogging again in a couple of months, tho. But if you really really honestly miss me, you can always email. Teehee.

:-D

I'll miss loadofshit.blogspot.com. Till I'm back, toodles.

I'm here now! If you're reading this, it probably means I quite like you, and trust you for some reason.

:)

P.S: There's no tagboard yet. Patience is a virtue!

Never been here before
I'm intrigued, I'm unsure
I'm searching for more
I've got something thats all mine
I've got something thats all mine

Take me somewhere I can breathe
I've got so much to see
This is where I want to be
In a place I can call mine
In a place I can call mine


- Pure Shores by All Saints

Let me tell you what kind of girl I am.

I will get wet in the rain in a white shirt; I'll carry my sandals and walk barefoot in a shopping mall; I'll indulge in the notion that the sun shines only for me for a few miliseconds; I'll go out with you if I don't really like you cos I'll wanna discover your good points (if you have any); I'll bake into the wee hours of the morning to tire myself out, have a hot brownie and giggle to myself; I'll dance to my favourite songs in the shower; I'll choose a handmade card over any branded/pricey gift; I'll hunt for some canvas and paint and create (happens when I feel like I'm in love); I'll ponder for hours about the past, the what-ifs, and be thankful for the present; I'll smile at you so that you'll smile at me; I'll spend hours sniffing at you if I love you very much; I'll not like it if you paid for me unless I'm comfy with you; I'll give you flowers if I love you; I'll willingly be stupid and trust you cos my gut tells me to, and some time later, I'll rethink the whole thing and decide not to trust you; I'll then trust you again; I'll know I might be kind of screwed; but I'll get the feeling I might never want to let you go.

I'm alone at mac at funan IT mall. Y'know, it's nice to be alone sometimes.

But I miss you. I like the way this feels. For now.

*grins just a wee bit*

There's a lightness in my heart that shouldn't be there, but I won't question it. If you find gold coins under your pillow instead of your rotten tooth, you just shut the hell up.

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer and when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

Goodbye My Lover by James Blunt


I think that might be the saddest song I've ever heard. One can't help but feel a wee bit pathetic while listening to that song, reading those lyrics, bingeing on brownies, and waiting to feel fat.

My flooble chatbox either died on me, or disappeared off the face of the earth. Regardless of what actually happened, it's not coming back cos CBOX is here. So say hello!

No really, say hello. I'd love to hear from you. Even if your life sucks and you wanna take it out on me and tell me I'm shit. Yay me.

Twinnie, I miss you. Ragani, I miss you, and PLS contact me. Jeevitha, I miss you too. Kit, I'm gonna miss you. I miss my girlfriends. I seem to be around guys most of the time cos they're less complicated. Well yes they generally are, as long as they don't wish you were with them when they're alone in their rooms late in the night.

V. Ragani reads my blog. She drops by sometimes, gets herself updated, and moves on very very quietly. She does not tag much. That's alright, cos I love her.

I sent her an email on August 30th to ask her how she's been doing since she landed in Finland, and there's been no reply to date! The atrocity of it all is so magnificent that I find myself choking in it's... umm... magnificence!

But that's alright too. Cos I still love her. Sigh.

Maybe this's some karmaic payback. I've not replied to Sara's few-week-old email. ANYWAY, speaking of Sara, here's his very first msn convo appearance on my blog, and (hmmmm) probably any platform on the world wide net.


°· her royal freshness ·° says:
so you're bored shitless ah
no date today?!
:-o

Saravanan says:
yup so you can be my virtual date

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
HUR
I don't do cybersex, thank you

Saravanan says:
damn it
plzzzzz
jus for me
plzzzzzzzzzzzz

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
sighhhh

Saravanan says:
men are always men

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
fiiine. but we shall discuss the rates first

Saravanan says:
tats wat u are thinking right
okok nice
okok how much issit per hr?
5rp?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
RP?!
more like SGD5 per min lah

Saravanan says:
5 per min for your face is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too much

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
fuck you and get lost
HAHAH

Saravanan says:
hey u watch ur language u filthy papaya smelling asshole

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
fuck you, you sick duck-like specimen!

Saravanan says:
wtf is a duck like specimen????
u mean I look like a fucking duck omg u stupid JERK

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
that's exactly what I meant, you brinjal-sucking cow!



And we started the conversation out quite civilly, y'know. Talking to the ex gets my skin bubbling very very slightly. In a nice, pleasant, friendly way, ofcos. Does that even make sense?

Out to meet a couple of ppl. Feels good, going out after so long. I love my family very much, but constant exposure to them is maddening, even more so these days. I need to be alone sometimes. Damn, and I need to get a job soon. And I would really like to have a smoke.

Getting there! :)



'The only way to know if a man is trustworthy, is to trust him.'

Special, Dhanya's so special, she's the most special kinda girl in the wooorrld.
Special, she is so special, she's so special that he fell in love with herrr.
Cigarette buds are smelly, and her ass feels like jelly.
Special, Dhanya's so special, she's the most special kinda girl in the wooorrrrllld.

I love that stupid song.

Yet another installation. With tamil -> english translation!


°· her royal freshness ·° says:
neeya? (is that you?)

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
naana? (is this me?)

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
aamam. (yes)
the man who doesn't know how to mix milo

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
hahaha
got 3 in 1 packets nowadays wad

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
horrigible
you will nvr survive in a milo jungle

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
wtf is a milo jungle luh?
your house ah?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
ehhhh maybe.
I wldn't mind
hahah

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
haha
watcha doin?
no plans today ah?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
nope! except for staying home and helping my mom with the baby and searching for a job and whatshitnot
how abt your backside?!

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
new articles came in,
working on em
while chatting with this ass

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
waaah.
I shall ignore the ass thing

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
hahaha
sure, your royal assness

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
you're like a presshouse by yourself!
hahahha!
slap you then you know!

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
hahaha
only designing part
thou shalt not be involved with anything more

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
waaahahaha
so are you an eccentric designer?
*ponders*
well you ARE weird

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
just like euuuuu
n u know it!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
*giggles*
yes I do-oooo!

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
treasure you........
at the bottom of my arse
lalalala

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
bloody...
Lucy, attack!


Lucy's my pinkie. In case you're wondering, she's the one on my right hand. :)

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
haha
so eppe meetings
"last min meetings, oh bz one
besides are u still studying at MDIS?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
HAHA
I stopped for a while
but resume to attempt to continue
I mean, I intend to resume
shit.. what the hell was that sentence all abt?
anyways.
yeah. haha

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
are u ok?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
I think sooo
haha
I'm fine!

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
then why are u blabbering!
all i asked was are u still studying at MDIS?
7 lines later
i still never get the answer!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
HAHAHAHHA.
I'm gonna post this up on my blog!
ANYWAYS
I stopped unofficially, but am gonna resume!

Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
much better



Craving for chocolate brownies can really mess with your thought processes. I'm gonna go make some now.

Okay, it's not working. I'm trying to convince myself that everything's fine. And it's not working.

I know it's gonna be alright soon, but why's there so much shit to go thru for it? Just when I thought it's gonna be alright, and I'm finally going good, I get a huge, stinky pile of crap hit me in the ass. Which makes me look like I crapped in my pants and y'know what, maybe I did just that. What happened to things being smooth-sailing? Well they weren't exactly smooth to begin with, but my problems were in my mind and only there, and I thought they'd die there. And now I've learnt that it doesn't work that way cos a problem is a problem as long as it's there; doesn't matter where.

WHY ISN'T ANYTHING SIMPLE ANYMORE?

So down on luck. Shld stay clear from busy roads and come home earlier and eat only at home and bathe as many times as possible. I'm not making much sense and that doesn't surprise me.

Maybe it'd be easier if I were butt-ugly. I wldnt have asked for much effort during creation; below average looks wld have done fine. But I'm pretty and I know it. You're reading this, and I shld show some consideration for your sensibilities but really, I don't care. I'm good looking, and sometimes, especially when you initiate the break up of your marriage, that sucks. When are ppl gonna fully learn that looks don't matter? You don't know my heart. Beauty is only skin-deep. The body is just that; a body. And nothing else. It cannot be anything else cos it doesn't have the capability to. What matters and cares for you is the mind, and the heart, and it doesn't matter if it belongs to King Kong or Will Smith.

Unless you just wanna do a wham-bam-thank you ma'am. Then you'll look for Will Smith. Or me.

It's soooo clear. I heard somewhere that confusion is the state of mind that's followed by clarity, and I cannot agree more.

I love life. :)

Who did it?

In all honesty, I'm not devastated, not elated, but just quite okay. And I quite like that. Cos there's comfort in 'emo-ing', as ppl now are so fond of saying. Hope I don't miss it when I find a reason to stop. Ha!

Oh. I have been keeping myself SO BUSY. Meeting almost everyone, and going out with the family for dinners and such. And I'm completely looking forward to working shifts at the coffeehouse. Maybe I shld get on a healthier diet; one that wld provide more strength to get thru the day. Hate those spots that magically appear in my vision whenever I get up from a sitting/squatting position. Time to listen to the mother! Sigh.

It's getting old, talking about myself. So full of 'I's and 'me's and 'am's. Maybe I shld try getting interested in celeb gossip and *clears throat importantly* current affairs.

Okay, I didn't think so either.

I love my mommy.

I think I'm getting a little addicted to doing ladies' nights. Can you blame me tho? Free entry, free booze, free absolutely everything except for food (we're drinking. food for what?!) and the cab ride home. In my case, I'm normally too broke/cheap to grab a taxi, so I'll get the last train home. Or, hitch a ride from some kind soul.

Two wednesdays back, I got shit-smashed and ended up piggy-backing on some guy I just met. And I puked on my friend's heels, which she had to dispose of. How embarrassing. Maybe I'll stick to vodka.

Need to get black pants for work! Monday monday monday!

Ragani, are you reading this? If you are, call me you skinny-arsed punk!

Say helloooo to the new barista! *claps for self*

Am done with that boring-assed job at the campsite. Monday onwards, I'll be a barista in the city area, but I cannot tell you which coffeehouse I'll be working at, in case you're a stalker-wannabe who's looking for a victim. HUR.

This is me taking a step towards realising my dream (which I can't tell you about either, in case I jinx it. teehee), and I am so ready for it, and that's mainly cos I am so damned excited! It's quite sucky that the pay is low, but ah heck, I just got to cut back on the impulse Louis Vitton and Versace purchases. *rolls eyes* Besides, I really want to experience working in a cafe, so here's the chance.

YAY!

Oh, Nazz will probably be working just a few shops down! Smoke breaks together!! JOY!!

Dammit, she's linked, and you can get clues from her blog. Darn. And I probably shouldn't even have mentioned Nazz, but ah well. Stalker's luck seldom gets better than this.

It's Tuesday. Half-priced waffles and girly talk beckons seductively. Got to leave in an hour, so toodles, and have a marvy week! :)

P.S: I appreciate the tags you guys leave. Really do. Thanks for caring, sweeties. :)

As much as the blame is mine, I will cry. As I love, and lose.

So, I can't stop tearing. This sorrow that I feel is only a little bearable. It isn't mine alone, obviously. But the pain I know, that's all mine. It's sort of filling up that bit of space in me that I've chosen to have vacated.

What's wrong with this girl? I know what's wrong. She's quite mad.

She took on more than she can handle cos she didn't think she'd have to be entirely ready for it. She thought all that mattered was that everyone else was. And that that's how it normally goes. She was so wrong. She wanted to be responsible, clear and marry the best guy she knew, and be a good wife. She kept it all inside, and got herself and everyone else in the picture screwed. And she is so sorry now. So very sorry. Sorry for the monumental fuck-up she created. And for all the hurt she's caused.

But sorry's no cure. Only moving on would work.

She'll move on, as he will too. She has to, she asked for it. She'll move on knowing that she might, or might not, have made the biggest mistake of her life, and that there is really no going back. There is no going back.

There is no going back. There is no going back. There is no going back. There is no going back. There is no going back. There is no going back. There is no going back. There is no going back. There is no going back.

There is no going back.

I know I've lost something good. There's a good possiblity that I've made a mistake. But I'll have to take the risk.

I'm dumb/smart that way.

So overwhelming.

At the rate things are going, I think I'm gonna have to chase guys away with a big, fat stick. Really. HELLO, I'm about to go thru a divorce. In what way do you think I'll be ready to... say... screw you? FUCK OFF LAH.

You're all wolves. Wolves.

It's all a wee bit interesting tho. Haha.

People can be so strange. I say, YAY!


°· her royal freshness ·° says:
okay!
I think I need to pee
brb!

rAjIv - a new lease in life says:
need help?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
can manage I think

rAjIv - a new lease in life says:
u sure

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
think there shldn't be any cock up lah
literally
so yeah..shld be fine

rAjIv - a new lease in life says:
okie dokie

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
back!

rAjIv - a new lease in life says:
how was i
it*
everything went well
are u okay

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
it was absolutely gorgeous

rAjIv - a new lease in life says:
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
and we're all healthy, so it's good
wahahahhaha

rAjIv - a new lease in life says:
okaaaay



On a totally unrelated note, cold Kinder Buenos and del monte bananas make wonderful night snacks.

I think I hate myself.

But that's my problem. Oh well.

Hello freedom.

Fuck everything else. I love you. Stay strong, old friend. You'll be mine one day.

Guess what? He hates me! Woohoo!

How can one not hate the villain, really? I suppose your preferences do have to be very clear, especially if you're the good guy. And oh, preferences are currently extremely vivid, which makes it better to deal with, I guess; clearer boundaries, more black and white areas than grey. But is it really that simple?

How do we forget the good stuff just because it's bad now? How do you do an overwrite? Is that really what relationships are about? Can there really be no happy ending should we choose to part? Okay, I chose to part, yes, it was me. But I did us both a favour. The relationship was going places but I don't think I belonged in it. Often felt like an outsider looking in. An outsider who'd remark "What a weird match," shrug, and wander away.

It WAS beautiful though. No bed of roses, definitely. Bed of lilies (so much pollen, it'll definitely make a mess), maybe? I had a gorgeous time giving and receiving. I know I gave, cos I felt it come from my heart. That was no lie. And I definitely did receive. A bit too much maybe, considering the state of affairs now. 'Husbands' duties'. It was nice being pampered, though sometimes stifling. But I really didn't ask for it, so I suppose that's one less thing that I'm a bitch for doing.

What I'm without a doubt, a complete bitch for doing, is getting married when I did. Or, agreeing to getting married and liking the idea cos I was marrying a fantastic guy who was in love with me and whom I loved too. Sounds perfect, and it WAS perfect. Except...that little voice in your head that tells you you should brush your teeth before sleeping, that you shouldn't have any more to drink cos you're sufficiently high, and that you should have something to eat because you're probably about to faint in a bit, that voice in your head, it never fades. In fact, it gets louder as you immerse yourself in your predicament. And then it tells you, this will never do.

So now it's out. The measure of stupidity I possessed a few months ago is out on display, and I don't mind. I WAS stupid. But not anymore. I am not proud of having dealt grief to so many at once cos as hard as it is to believe, I'm not a sadistic nut. I merely want to put things right. For all of us. And we'll eventually get there, with enough time, hate and tears.

And I know I deserve to be happy too.

"Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes… just be an illusion.”

I miss everybody. I miss every single one of you.

I miss my twinnie, I miss Ragani, I miss all of my favourite people.

I do miss you, Jay. I know we're not the best of friends now, but I miss you all the same.

My ex-gangster colleague, on the H1N1 epidemic;

'This H1N1 flu ah, surely kenna mix with another virus then we all become zombies.'

and...

'Must faster find Milla Jovovich and clone.'

My dad called my mom in the morning to say that he's been thinking abt those couple of days when they were contemplating aborting me(due to financial reasons. I'm the 4th girl); the letter from the doctor, the appointment, the hospital visit. And he told her this: the only thing he's ever done right in his entire life was to decide to not abort me.

The only thing right in his entire life.

:)

So. My twinnie/best friend has left the country for good.

For good.

Bloody hell. Who the heck else is gonna call me when I'm busy, and complain that I don't pick up? Who else is gonna make me earrings and casually fish them out of her bag, in pretty gauze? Why do my best friends keep migrating?

You guys suck.

I don't like how this blog looks on Jay's WIIIIIIDE computer screen. My boxes on the right are cutting into the picture in a most unsightly way!

Let me now push away thoughts of template editing, and concentrate on my assignment. Frikkin @&!*#@& assignments that're taking so much research to do. Studying part-time while working full-time is no joke, man.

I can do it!

Someone thinks I'm Sister Mary.

Me : Hellooo.
Him: Sister Mary.
Me : Who?
Him: Sister Mary?
Me : Err no. You got the wrong number.
Him: Sister Mary. You are the chosen one.
Me : Ha! Is this Venga?
Him: Sister Mary, you are the chosen one. You are gonna be sacrificed!
Me : Ha ha ha. Who's this?
Him: Sister Mary. Sister Mary.
Me : Who the heck are you?!
Him: Sister Mary!
Me : Okay I'm Sister Mary. And who are you?
Him: *hangs up*
Me : *tries to decide whether to laugh or fume*

2 minutes later;

Him: Sister Mary!
Me : If you don't tell me who you are, I'm gonna hang up.
Him: Don't hang up Sister Mary!! I am Father James.
Me : You're WHAT?
Him: *sniggers and hangs up again*

Asshole called 2 more times, but I refused to pick up. I'm trying to finish up work so that I can leave at 6, y'know. And this bloody fool has disrupted my flow. I HAD to blog about it, and here I am, not doing my work!

I do want to know what other wacky stuff he has to say tho. I think I'm the ideal prank-callee. I know there is no such word. Don't mind me.

P.S: New background! Faceless as promised. Haha.

I'm gonna change my blogskin! Sick of seeing my face up there. So, the next background image will be faceless.

Curious? Wait and see. MUAHAHA!

I realise I have not blogged for aaaaaaages. That's probably cos I've absolutely NO TIME to. Doesn't help that I still don't have a personal lappy. Anybody feeling generous/likes me enough to get me one? Oh, and Hill says she wants one too. Who the heck is Hill, you ask? She's been working with me the past few months.

CRAZY BITCH ALERT!







We're wearing similar outfits today! Unintentionally, ofcos. It's happened around...3 times so far? I suppose we shld start letting each other know of our clothing choices in the mornings.



Twinnie!!!! The backside that's leavin in a month. :.(


Selvi, I and Nirmala at some random hotel. Don't Selvi and I look a bit alike?


Waiting to see the doctor at the polyclinic, on Tuesday. I love pulling sickies!

Time to take a breather. Might be back later!

SICK! Sick sick sick.

Not terribly sick, actually. I'm just sniffling and coughing like a deranged monkey with a cold would. The weather is mad. One moment the sun will be beating you down, hot-freezing the air so that no tree will be moving and every hair of yours will be in place, getting frizzier by the minute (popping like popcorn, maybe?) and the next moment will see you shivering and wishing you brought a jacket out with you while you watch branches sway violently, and sometimes a branch or two quit hanging on for dear life and fall right of its tree. How...thrilling.

Time to go to the clinic! Persuaded Jay to take half the day off, so that I'll have company while grocery shopping. Baking apple pie for tmr's family gathering! Jay's side of the family. I suppose I'm in the mood to impress more than I already have. Haha. That is, provided the apple pie doesn't suck horribly.

Let you know how the pie turns out, and if it's any decent, I'll put the recipe up. :-D

:-D

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After recently shedding a couple of kilos, I have only ONE pair of jeans that fit me well. Okay, I just got one(that cost a teeeny bit more than my usual ones cos hopefully, it doesn't expand madly like the last one did) from Century Square last night, and now there're TWO. But that's still a slightly sad state of affairs, especially since I wear jeans most of the time, even to work. I can choose to wear shorts to work, but I'd prefer not to wobble all over the centre.

Jay got me a dress on Sunday! It's pretty and superbly feminine. I LOVE IT, and will be wearing it this Saturday, so I'll put up a picture of it. With me in it, ofcos.

I feel a wee bit bimbotic, blogging about clothes. Maybe I shld move on to more intelligent or perhaps masculine topics, to demonstrate total un-bimbotism?

Naaaaah.

But I DO wanna mention that I'm going for the Beerfest Asia 2009 this Friday, cos I'm fantastically excited about it! Jay's friends are a bunch of whackjobs. So charming. And they exude even more charm when under influence of intoxicating substances. So, YAY!! Saturday's time with Venga and Nantha. Sunday's family day!

I'm so blessed. (Touchwood.) Things aren't smooth, but they're good. There are so many adversities happening around me, yet my journeys are beautiful, tho rocky. The little endings should be just as good, I hope.

Yet another installment. I can hear you whooping!


Scarlet Starlet says:
!

Scarlet Starlet says:
i had no idea you were online

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
cos I sneaked in ah!

Scarlet Starlet says:
*cusses like an injured sailor*

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
*listens with interest*

Scarlet Starlet says:
ho!

Scarlet Starlet says:
i mean OH!

Scarlet Starlet says:
(HAHA)

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
you call me what!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
*struts around*

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
10 dollah. *winks*

Scarlet Starlet says:
eh. that's expensive.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
ah. but for you special rate

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
7 dollah. :-D

Scarlet Starlet says:
okay, i'll give you 5

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
no no no no. I have a pet spider to feed

Scarlet Starlet says:
mmm. 4.50 then.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
6 dollah 50cent

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
(HAHAHAHA)

Scarlet Starlet says:
okay, how about 4

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
come on, you look like nice woman!

Scarlet Starlet says:
damnit. you drive a hard bargain. 3.50!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
you go screw yourself, you big stupid!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
*struts away*

Scarlet Starlet says:
wait wait wait! 3!

Despo teenagers. How irritating.

Me : Good afternoon.
Him: Hello, can I speak to Agnes Ching?
Me : There's no such person working here.
Him: No Agnes there ah?
Me : No.
Him: She was there last week.
Me : Agnes was here last week?
Him: Yah...umm...can you give me her number?
Me : May I know where you're calling from?
Him: I'm calling from...er...Hougang.
Me : Okaaaay. May I have your name, please?
Him: Errr. Errrrrrrrr...
Me : Who are you?!
Him: Uh...I am Ryan.
Me : Okay. What do you need her number for?
Him: I need to call her...to tell her something.
Me : Oh. I can't give you her number. Cos I dunno who you're taking about.
Him: You cannot give me her number because you dunno who?
Me : Yah. I dunno who Agnes is, so I cannot give you her number.
Him: Oh...what's your name?
Me : I'm Dhanya.
Him: Yoursdhanya?
Me : I. AM. Dhanya.
Him: Oh...can I have your number?
Me : MY number?
Him: Ok ok nvm...YOU'RE HOT! Bye!


3 min later,


Me : Good afternoon.
Him No.2: I am Haaa..haaa...HALIM. Can I have Agnes' number?
Me : (audible sigh) Your friend called just now. There is no Agnes.
Him No.2: Oh oh. Ok ok. Bye bye.
Me : Bye.


Who the fuck is this Agnes?

I, the righteous.

The 4D queue was long on Sunday, and I HAD to stand in it cos my brother-in-law (the huge, tattooed, and hairy one) wanted his numbers bought. Worth $47, and that too lent some seriousness and necessity to the whole thing. So yeah, I was standing in line, and was just about 3 ppl away from the counter when this big middle-aged indian guy approaches me with his 4D slip and some cash, asking me to buy his numbers for him. I took a look at the looong string of ppl behind me. Wanna know what I said wanna know what I said wanna know what I said?

"Oh. I don't think it's fair."

I know. I'm bloody amazed myself. Think what, I indian, you indian, so I do you a favour is it? You wait long long (literally)!


I, the lucky.

Struck consolation prize, which's $60. My brother-in-law told me to redeem it, and keep the change, which means the 4D tickets paid for themselves with $13 to spare, which's for me. Yay me!


I, the not-so-lucky.

I had no time to collect the cash cos of work and all, so I passed it to my mom to redeem for me. The winning ticket(which's of carbon paper) got crumpled a little, and my dear daddy felt it necessary to iron the damned thing. He placed 3 layers of cloth over it. And ironed.

Bye bye, 60 bucks. Most saddeningly, bye bye $47 invested in absolute SHIT!!

New skin! Isn't it strange? I quite like it.

Yes, I AM bored.

My blog is worth $564.54.
How much is your blog worth?

And I don't get why. Twinnie's is worth $0.00. Now that's just unfair and ridiculously untrue.

*pouts bimbotically for no particular reason*

My twinnie.

Me : Eh, maybe you can get a rabbit. (cos she wanted a dog, but cldn't keep one)
Her: For what?
Me : They are cute what.
Her: But rabbits shit alot.
Me : As opposed to the shitless dog?

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This is how my twinnie is when she's going to sleep and she can't stop yakking even if there's noone around:

Her: I suppose I should get into bed now.
Her: I should stop talking to myself and go to sleep.
Her: Okay.
Her: I saaaaiiiid, stop talking to yourself and go to sleep!
Her: Yeah okaaaaay!

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Kevin and I arranged a surprise birthday celebration of sorts for Jay and El (who's birthday fell on the 14th) last Friday at The Dubliner(I quite like that place. So cosy, and the staff are very friendly and accomodating). One chocolate brownie cake and one coffee brownie cake, both covered in chocolate sauce with a 'J' on one and an 'E' on the other spelt out with coloured Hershey's Kisses! I had fun baking those. And I had even more fun planning the surprise! Jay loved it all, and I could see that he was touched.

YAY!

Oh oh oh, don't bother planning a surprise if you're a M1 subcriber. Kevin got my messages about 1) placing the candles in a certain hiding place I suggested 2) the candles??!?! 3) me going to the loo to have the candles passed to me ONLY THE NEXT DAY. Good thing he needed to pee and had to make his way to the loo. Or I might have smashed the cakes on his face at the stroke of 12.

Anyways, all that sneaking around and sending meaningful looks and twisting of words were bloody entertaining! Here're a few examples:

A week before his birthday;

Me : That day, when you were playing with my phone, did you have a look at my inbox?
Jay: Ah? No lah. Why?
Me : Okay. Nothing. =)
Jay: Why why? What? Why?
Me : Nothing laaaah. I might be having an affair. :-D
Jay: -_-

And, at the celebration itself, before the cake and party hats were brought out;

El: Where are the hats?
Me: What about the hats?
El: The hats?
Me: What hats? There are no hats.
El: I thought got hats?
Me: Where's your hat?
El: Not wearing it today.
Me: Then there's no hat. There are no hats.


I wanna plan a surprise party again! And I will be, soon. But you won't know it's for you. Cos it's a surprise, DUH. But you're definitely gonna have a shitload of fun! :-D

*rides into the night in a very mysterious, hopefully seductive manner*

I wanna blog! Then I should, right? Right.

I'm about to leave my job. Been with this company a bit more than a year, and I'm actually alright staying if not for the fact that it'll be a complete bitch travelling all the way to queenstown from frikkin changi coast for classes after work. As it is, I'm quite sick of travelling to work from home(ang mo kio) everyday. I swear I'll end up cabbing down every single school day. Let's consider the (HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, ABSOLUTELY SHITTY) peak hour surchage. $30 per trip x 2 trips/week x 4 weeks = $240/month.

BLOODY HELL.

Goodbye, Changi Coast Walk! I'll miss you. Already do, infact. The sunsets are stunning, and the sea always looks magnificent. In the mornings and evenings, sunlight streams through the trees that line our road and I tell you, you'd wish you had a camera. Nature's kodak moment. Haha.

Y'know, I don't normally discuss this with people much, but I personally think that god's everything that is nature, and nature is everything that is god, which in turn has everything to do with us. But I have no idea why we were created. The end of the world is apparently near, according to many belief systems. I wonder if it's true. If it is, were we made, only to be destroyed? What for? Is there some reset button somewhere? Should I have kids?

This is bugging me man. If the world is gonna end, we should be notified. It's the least we could ask for, since we're working so hard to get stuff done which are gonna matter shit when the 'button' gets pressed.

That reminds me; I should probably get back to work. I'll be leaving at the end of April. If you guys know any place that's hiring, pls let me know? I assume there's still some time left before we all die.

Hello there. I was just wondering. Could you get any more boring? No, honestly, can you?

Hmm. Maybe I'm just bored.

I'm probably bored.

I'm baking chocolate brownies next weekend! Who wants some? I'm in the mood to produce a few batches of them. Jay, Twinnie, Venga, Nantha, Kay & Esther are on the list. NazzyNadhen, you want brownies too? Rest of you, don't be shy, just ask! I sure give you one.

'Dhanya' means generosity and abundance in Sanskrit. So don't get all suspicious at my show of niceness.

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Twinnie and I have been chatting online since morning, and we were bored earlier. No wait, we are bored. So so bored. Anyways, be warned that the conversation's long, and you don't have to read it just cos you're my friend, that is, if you are my friend.


Scarlet Starlet says:
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°· her royal freshness ·° says:
uh huuuh.

Scarlet Starlet says:
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Scarlet Starlet says:
l;ksdj;sogtuij;!!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
oh my.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
why?

Scarlet Starlet says:
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°· her royal freshness ·° says:
whoooa! the nerve. asshole

Scarlet Starlet says:
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°· her royal freshness ·° says:
asswipes indeed. you shldn't stand for it, twinnie. even if he buys you jelly beans

Scarlet Starlet says:
kjdfbczxviuwrytkjsdjQEIO'0OIURKJBFIUAWGTRJ?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
no, I don't think he was joking when he said he was a terrorist

Scarlet Starlet says:
yudtfjhcvmncv j,xhcgghsgjk !

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
Jay doesn't know anything about his character whaaat. ofcos he'll say he seems ok!

Scarlet Starlet says:
HAHAHA

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
what? I don't get what you're saying, twinnie

Scarlet Starlet says:
oh, NOW you don't understand me.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
what's that gibberish?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
twinnies nowsadays ah. something wrong

Scarlet Starlet says:
This isn't gibberish! Gibberish is what you'd call my foot up your ass!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
umm. I love you!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
and you've been watching too much That 70s Show

Scarlet Starlet says:
what the hell did you say to me? you tell me again if you have the yoghurt!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
omg. I have no yoghurt! only got creamer!

Scarlet Starlet says:
there's no such thing as too much That 70s Show.

Scarlet Starlet says:
I'll tell you where to put that creamer!

Scarlet Starlet says:
do you wanna wear your ass for a hat?!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
... wtf?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
that's almost disturbing!

Scarlet Starlet says:
good day.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
*flips hair like Jackie and pouts*

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
I'm gonna post this. I find myself quite funny today

Scarlet Starlet says:
eh! i was just thinking that one of us has to post it!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
waaaah, powder ah!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
umm. I is lazy.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
you can post it if you want. muahaha

Scarlet Starlet says:
no you is NOT!

Scarlet Starlet says:
you must do it.

Scarlet Starlet says:
now.

Scarlet Starlet says:
GOOD DAY.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
bloody hell you good day me so fast!

Scarlet Starlet says:
I SAID GOOD DAY.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
SWEET DREAMS!

Scarlet Starlet says:
BACKSIDE!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
APPAM(vagina in Malayalam)!

Scarlet Starlet says:
that's unauthorised use of malayalam!

Scarlet Starlet says:
you watch out!

Scarlet Starlet says:
i tell your mother.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
tell lor. my mother call you mayiru(hair, normally pubic, in Tamil) ah.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
she will use tamil illegally

Scarlet Starlet says:
eh. shut your mouth! you...you...KUSU(fart)!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
you call me smelly wind?!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
you dried cowdung ah. holy shit!

Scarlet Starlet says:
you soothu(ass) pee(shit)!

Scarlet Starlet says:
have you posted? huh huh HUH?!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
soothu pee is venga! I'm mooku(nose) pee(shit)

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
and patience is a virtue!

Scarlet Starlet says:
No it isn't. it's just something our parents used to say in order to get us to shut up

Scarlet Starlet says:
patience is as much a virtue as ants are good for your eyes

Scarlet Starlet says:
the truth of the statement is inversely proportionate to how full of shit a parent is.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
my ass ah. patience makes us better people ah. umm....generally

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
ooo you call your mother what?!

Scarlet Starlet says:
patience makes one a doormat.

Scarlet Starlet says:
though that is relative

Scarlet Starlet says:
depends on who you're being patient WITH

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
no it doesn't. doormatism makes one a doormat. patience is good for the mental and maybe even physical health, considering you feel a sense of peace and okayness with waiting when waiting is necessary

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
I must agree with you on your last statement

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
*nods*

Scarlet Starlet says:
*belches*

Scarlet Starlet says:
i just lost one of the little rubber backing thingies on my dorothy perkins earrings

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
steal an eraser from your desk!

Scarlet Starlet says:
how the hell do you suppose i can steal from myself and get away with it?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
just try not to think about karma

Scarlet Starlet says:
and literally turn the other way or close one eye?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
take the eraser, place in within easy reach on the table, turn behind, and grab it

Scarlet Starlet says:
and also, is it bad karma if i steal from myself and I, as the thief AND the owner, am okay with it?

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
this is like Bruce Wayne stealing from his own company!

Scarlet Starlet says:
exactly

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
and he became Batman.

Scarlet Starlet says:
with no soon-to-be-Riddler popping up trying to expose me.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
mmm. maybe the karma's good?

Scarlet Starlet says:
the karma will be good if the stealing is used for the good of mankind and not for personal gain

Scarlet Starlet says:
somehow, i believe this theft is more for personal gain than for the good of mankind.

Scarlet Starlet says:
therefore, this theft will only result in me incurring bad karma.

Scarlet Starlet says:
so i shall not steal my own eraser!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
noooo. noone wants to look at your earholes. so holey.

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
they'll want you to cover them up. so, good karma!

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
steal that thing!

Scarlet Starlet says:
but i can wear them without the backing also la. and i definitely won't lose them cos the earrings are so heavy, i'll notice if they fall off.

Scarlet Starlet says:
they're hooks anyway

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
adachai(umm...bleurgh?). talk so long for nothing

°· her royal freshness ·° says:
boo you and your earrings!





Feel tortured? Think you deserve to be paid for having read that? That can be arranged, y'know. I pay with brownies! Again, don't be shy! If you don't wanna leave a tag, email me! It's free anyway!

I wanna spread brownie-love!!!

Don’t you ever wish you were someone else,
You were meant to be the way you are exactly.
Don’t you ever say you don’t like the way you are.
When you learn to love yourself, you’re better off by far.
And I hope you always stay the same,
Coz there’s nothing 'bout you I would change.

Stay the same by John Mcintyre

Happy Valentine's Day!

I don't think it matters that it's the most commercialised celebration after Christmas; it's just an excuse to celebrate with ppl you love. Jay and I have chosen to spend the day in each others' company which sounds good to me even though we have no idea what we're gonna do. Oh oh, he made me a sweet little card. :-D

Hope you have a good one! I'm sure you know that you don't need to be attached to. *winks*

Got tagged to do this on Facebook. Since I spent a whole half of an hour on it, I might as well post it here.

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

1 . I have a love-hate relationship with the photocopier.
2 . I'm having coffee in a teachers' day mug my sister got in 2002.
3 . My sister's a teacher.
4 . Every adult in my family is married, including me.
5 . I'm not so sure about the 'adult' part, actually.
6 . I prefer black pens to blue.
7 . I love procastinating, but try my best not to do it when it's best not to.
8 . I smile at strangers sometimes.
9 . I ALWAYS wake up later than I shld.
10. Trying a new recipe gives me a rush.
11. I promised Jay I'll nvr drink when I'm alone at home and I wish I'd crossed my fingers.
12. I don't give a damn what most ppl think of me as long as I know I'm ok.
13. Also, I don't give a damn what ppl think of me as long as I don't look ugly.
14. I think ppl who think I'm smart probably don't know any better.
15. I think ppl who think I'm dumb lack basic human intelligence, which in turn narrows their minds.
17. I'm aware of the contradictions I make and I savour them.
16. I refuse to make an effort to read the papers. News that's important enough will reach me in other ways.
17. I crack my toe-knuckles alot.
18. I've had a pedicure only once.
19. My wedding gown is still waiting to be sent for dry-cleaning.
20. I love Jay.
21. I like scissors and sharp knives.
22. I sometimes cry at breathtakingly beautiful sunsets.
23. I love cardigans and sweaters.
24. The Kinks (1960s) is my favourite musical group.
25. I hate bad customer service.

Time for lunch. Toodles!

(Applause for Venga's very first quotable quote, please!)

Venga had his male friend over at his place while nobody else was home. I gave him a call to settle some plans and got to hear them both having their own brand of fun. Little did I know what sorta fun they had till unfortunately, I phoned him again.

Me: Eh, why's your voice like that?
V : My voice ah? Mmm...drank ice water lah. Ahem ahem. Actually I feel like there's something in my throat. Ahem.
Me: *uncomfortable silence*
V : (10 seconds later) NO! No no no no no, it's not what you think!
Me: Omg...
V : No no no!

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Did you hear? My contacts are in the toilet. Cos my phone dropped into the toilet bowl. I was expecting an urgent call from work in the morning, and had to have the phone on the cistern. It vibrated off it, and landed into the bowl. I was initially unsure as to where it fell cos I can't see nuts without my glasses, when I heard a gentle 'BLOP' from you-know-where.

Pls sms me your numbers. =(

Karma works at an alarming speed sometimes. Here's proof:

On a late Saturday morning surrounded by little swimming students, Nazz was feeling quite pissed off at something (the nature of which doesn't come to mind right now). She decided to pick up a rubber band and shoot it into the clear, innocent pool, after which she hurled some obscenities into the air, and proceeded to settle herself down.

Half an hour later, a very familiar-looking piece of rubber violently bounces off her right eyebrow. The pool spit at her.

Non-karma-believers, you know nothing.

Oh, and did you know that when Nazz gets shocked, she makes this squeaky noise that sounds like a dying squid?

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My husband, chewing on bubble-tea pearls, feeling happy;

*slurps a little, ala Heath Ledger's Joker* "You wanna know how I got my balls?"

This is gonna be a bimbo post. Read at your own eye-rolling risk.

It sucks that I've lost more weight AFTER the wedding. Have you had a look at the pictures? If you've not, DON'T. My arms look big enough to produce baby arms of their own.

My hair wasn't at its best on that day either. The back of it was quite frizzy, and my curls had decided to bastard me and were half-assed. On normal days they choose to be thick and sometimes bouncy, but on my wedding day, they went as limp as Mas Selamat's walk. I don't get it. Anyways, the hair's got more defined curls now cos I got it permed (I know, perming curly hair sounds redundant, but it does make you less hair-mood-dependent) and so, it looks alright from all angles.

My make-up was ok. Did it myself, and it looked pretty nice till an hour into the event, which was when I needed a touch-up, but didn't have time for it. As a result, light was shining off my oily under-eyes in the pics. Oh, and I'd been searching for the perfect shade of matte lipstick weeks before but couldn't find it. =(

I wanna wear my gown and do it all over again! Too bad a white gown has no part to play in a traditional hindu wedding. There is the photoshoot to look forward to, I guess. And with the help of photoshop, Jay and I will look btr than normal. I will have to make sure the image editor doesn't make us look too flawless, tho. I notice that many times, it's overdone. The faces are made too glowy and evenly toned, helping the couple achieving a ghostly appearance. As interesting as that sounds, I would prefer to look human instead. I hope to have my arms toned by then (and I will!) so that no 'magic' would have to be done to them to make them look smaller. I have modelling ethics. Ahem.

Is a photoshoot for the wedding neccessary tho? I don't think it is, y'know. There really is no actual need for it, especially since it costs a few thousands and that money can be used to install pretty fixtures or buy new furniture for the new home. But Jay wants a photoshoot (which is weird cos I'm the vain, camwhoring one), so I'm looking forward to it with more than a teeny bit of excitement. Hope we can do some shots in natural surroundings! Maybe in a quaint little cafe too. That'll look sweet.

Ok, my bimbotic burst is over.

Drinks with Sha later. Yay!

I can't bring myself to finish up the work I brought home. It's this powerpoint presentation on the eco system around my adventure centre and I'm finishing up the part about trees. The types of trees we have, their uses, origins, and such. I'm up at 3am on a Friday morning doing a report on TREES.

Kill me.

Pls be sure to get the nail polish off my toes when you're done, tho. I heard nails continue growing on a body a while after it's dead. Wldn't wanna have my nails looking bad. Oh, I like white flowers.

And now my mind wanders a little gravely into the topic of death. Obviously, I'm thinking of my own. Trying to imagine how it'll affect the ppl around me. Do you do that too? It's a sick habit, but I get a kick out of it. It's for sure that there'll be a number of unhappy ppl (since I'm a joy to be around), so I suppose my twisted musings make me feel more loved than I already do. What I hate to speculate on is what the death of others will do to me, cos once I get really into it, I'll start tearing, and there goes my mood for the next hour.

Argh. So stupid!

Shit. This sucks. Trees momentarily suck. Thanks for the oxygen and wood and helping us stay alive and all but really, must there be so many different kinds of you? Wait, you're God's innocent and voiceless creation. I'm not in the position to criticize you, even if for a while. Humans suck. Always seeking knowledge and anally wanting more more more. Didn't Cate Blanchett's character in the latest Indiana Jones movie receive too much knowledge and physically burst into smithereens? Or something?

I suppose I should go back to doing that damned powerpoint file.

Got tattooed! Finally finally FINALLY.

FINALLY!!!

I decided on an adorable little heart-shape, on the side of my hip. My reasoning for those choices is that my hips are sensitive love-spots, and placing a heart on one would be like, giving directions.

Actually, no.

I just wanted something simple and pretty on a part of my body that I do not want getting any bigger. It'll be a constant reminder to stay clear from excessive carbo. I know that sounds lame, and I fully agree. But oooo, imagine my delight when I (and I will!) realise eons later that my tattoo hasn't stretched much, meaning I've not ballooned! Oh oh, Rachel of FRIENDS got one done at the same spot in one of the earlier seasons. I love FRIENDS. And I kinda like my hips, though they stretch across horizons. So yeah. All that's what my tattoo's for. Nothing deeply meaningful, but quite alright for an impulsive move, I suppose.

Aiyah, I faked an mc one day and wanted to do something with the day so I called my best friend out to get me tattooed lah.

My parents are fantastic; they don't mind at all. And my sister's afraid to touch it! Can't wait to show it to the other 2 sisters and watch their reactions.

Enough yakking. Picture time! My twinnie was most wonderful to document the whole thing with her digicam, and to hold my hand while I winced and did retarded faces.



It began.







"Ooogh." That's twinnie's hand!


Praying-very-hard face.


Prayers-didn't-quite-work face.




Happification. :-D

Nazz: If I had a cock I think my cock will stand. Then go down. Like alive and dead ah.

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New background! Like it? You better do. Cos that's Nantha's picture (thank you for letting me use it!!), and cos it's here to stay for quite a while. And you know you like coming around. My stupid musings are most entertaining, I know. I know I know I know. And I know that that's why I've hit 10,033 visits since 27th September 2007! 2007. Shit, that's way long ago. Maybe I'm not that entertaining.

Thanks for reading anyways. I always tingle with immense pleasure when I come across faithful/not-so-faithful readers. I probably don't know you, but I do appreciate your interest. Unless you hate me. But I know you don't. ;)

Ragani, stop leaving without tagging, you skinny arse.

I better get back to work.

Nazz: (about some unknown person) His handwriting sucks lah. Like his mother's ass.

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That's a slightly crazy tee. I like!


Spiral staircase at work.


Weird shit alert!


Weird shit alert 2!


This little backside of mine is now in nursery!


Remnants of Peizhi's meal, artistically transformed by Esther.


Her dad's lorry is such fun!

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I'm just so, so lazy these days. Any free time I get, I wanna sit down somewhere, and stone. You can blame it on the new swimming term which needs my whole department to work through its January weekends. It. SUCKS. I'm keeping myself happy thinking of the off days I can claim, and of the marvellous smoked salmon pasta dish I had on Saturday and Sunday at CDANS.

Ah, speaking of food. I had the biggest dinner I've had in ages. My colleagues and I headed down to eastern lagoon or some shit like that for dinner, and dishes after dishes AFTER dishes kept magically appearing. The indian muslim food Nazz and I ordered for everyone arrived last, which was received with groans and moans. Oh, and the indian rojak was expensive, but quite good. I now owe myself 7 consecutive days of using the rowing machine. Like that's ever gonna happen.

Bleuurrghhhyaaaawwn.

On account of my tiredness and inability to truly concentrate, I'll now retire before I let you know exactly how broke I am. Oh, my line's been cut. Mail me for my temporary number.