My week's booked! This only happens once a month, usually. Oh, today's payday, not tmr. That's fiiiiine by me!

Today: Checkered time, interrupted by, hopefully, the purchase of slippers/sandals and headbands. I don't like my bangs. -.-
Tuesday: Checkered time again. Waffles at Gelare. Yay!
Wednesday: Hillbilly & SkinnyNadhen. Shisha!
Thursday: Checkered time, AGAIN. Weeeee!
Friday(public holiday!): Asian Civilisations Museum with Kay, Checkered, and his sister (Ms.Bai), followed by shisha in the evening with my mina cousin & her male friend.
Saturday: Not confirmed at the mo. More Checkered time, probably. :)
Sunday: Family day!

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Monday: Back to work. Ah well.

I feel a little heavier than usual, but the weighing scale says I'm 51kg, which actually means I lost two kilograms. While this is no reason for any real concern, I'm disappointed at the thought of possibly further shrunken boobs. BUT, I don't see the difference visually, so I shall just chuck that thought into the vanity closet for now.

Wow, what a self-obsessed bimbo.

Honestly tho, I don't give a damn about my weight anymore. Mmm...never really did...I've always cared more about the overall package and shape more than factual and trustworthy(?) measurements. Weighing yourself is exciting only when done once in a blue moon. Unless you really wanna know how much the shit you release everyday weighs, there's really not much use in it. In fact, if you're trying to lose weight, daily weighing will only dampen your spirits, I think, since such targets can't possibly be achieved overnight.

For me, as long as I can fit comfortably into my jeans, I'm fine. And as long as my arms don't vibrate forever when I wave. I HAVE been feeling them vibrating a little close to an eternity lately, actually. Ah, time to think about having gym sessions. Thank god I don't have tummy flab problems. Now THAT, will drive me a little mad.

Again, I know you don't care.

My boss is taking ages to appear at the office today, and tho I CAN be occupied with outstanding issues that I got to settle, I chose to blog instead. And now I shld stop. Cos this doesn't pay.

Toodles. :)

Due to budget reasons, I just had my last stick for the week. Next time I smoke will be Wednesday, and that'll be shisha with Miss Hillbilly.

Shit, I'm a little high from my smoke. It was a Marlboro light. This is unnatural.

Maybe I'll just do shisha from now on. Mmmm.

I know you probably don't care.

Oh, payday's Tuesday. I'm gonna get new lingerie. YAY!

I normally don't bring up the whole best friend thing with the ppl I'm close to, cos I'm never bothered with labels (different matter with guys tho, cos everyone will wanna know who that guy they see me around with is, and I wldn't wanna have to think for 10 seconds before answering). And when the whole best friend matter gets brought up, that's when I realise that shit, she IS one of my best friends! And then we become best friends. Like Muthu; she announced in primary 3 that we're best friends and I loved her the most, so I was happy with it. Ragani mentioned something best buddy-related and she's the best thing that happened to me in secondary school, and so I knew she was mine. ;) With twinnie, it was a little different tho. It was somehow a mutual understanding, I think. A twinnie thing. :)

And now, Ramkumar Kabetha Bai! I took the first step, in this case. I called her at work just a while ago, and informed her that I've come to realise that she's actually one of my best friends. And after that came assurance that I'm not high, nor extremely bored.

See, I was at the smoking point this morning (the most interesting thought processes happen there) when I, by some getting-together of facts and factors, decided that HEY, I love this girl and she loves me too! So I made a mental note to let her know. And I have. So yay!

And she said she's not a best friend-ish person but feels warm and fuzzy inside, and when asked if she feels like a Nair, replied affirmatively cos apparently, she feels hairier.

I shall celebrate by having mashed potatoes and biscuits with Checkered later (in less than an hour, yay!). Or maybe a dragon fruit.

:-D

They call me D at work. The warehouse man calls me Lady D. Wahahha.

My father calls me Nannuma.

Nephew 1 calls me Bakkamma.

Nephew 2 calls me Ammaiya.

My twinnie calls me Twinnie. <3

Checkered calls me baby/idiot/fool/kombi/etc etc. :) And I call him sweetie pie/baby darlin/idiot/fool/stupid fellow/komban/shioku sundharan/etc etc. :)))

Yes, you can visit the loo now for a little hurl.

You think about how people (or I) behave in different relationships and it's a little...unsettling. Okay, unsettling is the wrong word to use. Guilt-inducing, maybe? Ah, maybe this applies only to some.

There are many things I'm willing to do for Checkered that I wasn't very willing to do for the ex. They may be petty little things, but petty little things are the ones that nag at you, I think. Mmm.

Anyway, Checkered and I aren't a secret anymore. Absolutely everyone who knows us both shld know, unless they're blind/deaf/dumb/ or couldn't care less. Oh and I heard that the ex knows I'm with someone else. I hope he's fine.

I'm not assuming that he's not over me and whatshitnot, it's just that what I gave him was a big blow, and I know it can't be easy to trust again. If I were him, I'd have issues, man. Well he did have issues in the first place, which was part of the reason I felt I shld encourage myself to marry him and let those issues rest, which kinda backfired cos eventually, I got those issues super active and ofcos, larger. Sigh...and to think I spent 4 years coaxing him out of his insecurities, being his best friend, letting myself be included in so many parts of his life, only for it all to go to waste. I shan't include the 5th year, cos that's when I went bad, so to speak. Haha.

Ah, old stuff.

So yes, Checkered(I still wanna call him that cos it's so fun to!) and I aren't a secret anymore. This feels good. And I've promised myself (and him, silently) that I'll be better. And that there'll be no bad 5th year or any year, for that matter.

And now I shall cross my fingers.

*crosses fingers. and toes*

Oh, few days ago, I had a bimbo moment. I was at the smoking point, staring out the window and acting all emo when I felt something hard on one of the fingers on my left hand. I was like wtf was that?! And a second later, I realised I was poking myself with my nail. From a left-hand finger too.

I like my job. It's a little crazy at the start when takin over somebody's coordination job, but it's nothing that can't be handled, ofcos.

Nowadays, I tell my mom (sometimes) when I'm meeting Checkered. She doesn't jump for joy, but I don't get sent looks of disgust and/or disbelief, which is most definitely a start. My father doesn't talk to me about anything of major importance, which I'm fine with. I don't want to...witness his worry. Or something like that.

Do you wonder how you're gonna cope with the loss of your parents? Bloody shittifyingly scary isn't it? Baaaaah.

I should finish up some invoicing.

This was yesterday. That sunflower's from me! Blood, sweat, tears + a sunflower. Haha.



This one, I love. :) So incredibly much.