I don't know.

So here're my new frames! That's a really poor excuse for a shot, I know. Don't really feel pretty in specs, so I shrunk that image alot. Ah, look at me, the world's going to hell in a handbasket and I'm bitching about the downsides of being short-sighted.

I'll be 24 later. In 6 hours, to be exact, since I was born at 12.25am.

Can't say I'm dreading becoming older. There IS the pressure that comes with it; having to grow...financially and achievement-wise and probably in maturity too. Haha. I'm not ruffled by this tho. I know I'll do fine, am actually looking forward to what's to come.

I just hope I'm making good decisions for a change.

That previous post was saved as a draft, and I have no idea why. Anyway, I'M IN SPECS!

*does a couple of very unprofessional somersaults*

While the front's mostly black, the sides aren't of the same colour; one's green, the other's red. I got them cos they'd look a little weird to the normal eye, and plain interesting or even normal to the weird eye. Stupid boy really likes them, and he wants me to wear those at umm...some particular times.

Ahem.

I'm EATINGEATINGEATINGEATING and I think I might start calling myself Food from now on cos that's what I seem to be occupied with almost all the time! What I mean by this is this; I have meals. Then I have mini-meals in between. They're not all unhealthy, but that's a lot of intake. And lately I've become addicted to masala tea/coffee. Beautiful beverages. I feel like I'm drinking the very essence of love, when I slowly sip on and savour those things.

On the edge of madness, yes.

I've not had my tea for the day. Maybe that's why I'm shaking my legs. I think I'll get a popiah too. Or two.

A couple of my FB statuses for the year. It's been a good year, I think. :)

Gonna get my new frames in 2 hours.

wooooOOOT!!!

I'msoexcitedsoexcitedsoexcitedsoexcitedsoexcitedsoexcitedsoexcitedsoexcited at the idea of not having to wear contacts non-stop. I'm sick of the almost perpetual discomfort. Now contacts shall be reserved for days that I wanna look extra pretty. Yay.

Got to go now. Toodles!

Pictures of my BIATC!





Adorable innit! Okay I know that's not a teacup. But BIATC (brownie in a teacup, for the uninitiated) sounds more...easy to identify with.

Alternating. Cold, hot, warm, hot, cold, warm, HOT.

Cold. But never frozen.

http://www.perfect10.com.sg/

I was looking for the website for that Perfect 10 radio station, and found this breast enhancement site instead.

'If you're one of the millions of women who suffer the embarrassment of small breasts, natural breast enhancement may change your life.'

Up yours, whoever wrote and approved that! That might be the dumbest line I've heard all week. Suffer the embarrassment of small breasts, wtf? Really, who should be more embarrassed, the small-breasted or the small-minded?

"Oooo I'm gonna lure poor body-conscious females into buying my product by helping them acknowledge that they have shame-inducing breasts first, and then I'm gonna tell them it's all okay cos I've some miracle cream that will give them a false sense of confidence. Yaaaay $$$$!!"

And there're women who'll buy it. Heck, even you might be reaching for your VISA card after seeing what's on that website.

There's nothing wrong in wanting to improve the way your body looks but if you're going to have to buy that improvement (besides a personal trainer), it just becomes a sad story. Cos if you feel the need to artificially enlarge some part of yourself so that you'll be more attractive to your boyfriend or other ppl in general, maybe you need to change your boyfriend and/ or your personality.

But the actual question here is, what's so embarrassing about having small boobs? Aren't women supposed to come in different shapes and sizes?

I love my body, and I love my boobs. I've slightly small breasts and honestly, I think they're beautiful. They're an important part of me. If I had a boyfriend who wished my boobs were bigger, it just means that I'm not his type of beautiful, which makes him not the right kinda guy for me. You can't keep a person who has to try to accept you. It's all about individual preferences.

I prefer it real.

Mmm. I think I shall post this on FB too.

I was yakking tiredly on the phone, hung up around midnight, and decided to laze on the sofa for a while before turning in. Next thing I knew, it was 8am (late for work!) and I was curled up in the exact same position as I was 8 hours ago, except, there was a blanket on me.

I do vaguely remember my mom catching me nodding off on the sofa, and sighing and going, "Aiyah. Do whatever you want lah."

Ah, couple of days ago, I was alarm-snoozing excessively, and my mom got irritated and screamed, "DHANYA!" I got up on my elbows and said, "I said I'm leaving now!" and resumed sleeping. That felt weird.

My mom hasn't killed me yet. I love that woman.