So what's new with me?

- I'm moving. To another house to live in, I mean. With my folks! There is SO much to finish, like packing and throwing un-needed stuff away(my mom's going mad and is urging me go nuts too). Problem is, I'm kinda attached to my belongings, especially the books. But there's no way I giving my St.Claire's away! Or my coming-of-age reads! They're comforting, really.


- As you probably know, I'm going to the Stereophonics concert! It'd be my very first big crowd kinda concert, not counting the chinese new year and racial harmony day ones in school way back cos they aren't concert concerts, they're not concert concerts. The ticket is a late birthday present from Sashi's mom. I love that lady. I really, really do.

I. Am. So Excited. (!!)

My Ares is working overtime downloading Stereophonics songs. I don't wanna be caught knowing nuts abt the material they're gonna play cos in truth, I only know 3 songs of theirs(Maybe Tomorrow, Dakota and Have A Nice Day). But I shan't fret, as I'll be prepared by then.

Oh my. What am I gonna wear??!


- Can't rmbr if I've mentioned this here before, but I got a new phone a month or 2 back, along with a new number. I love the device, and tho the camera function's not that impressive (2 megapixels), I adore snapping away with it, especially since I've such fantastic things to take pictures of! Besides myself, that is. (Heeheehaw)





These are the fantastic sights I get to see at work. Try not to be too jealous ah!



There're more pictures I want to put up, but both blogger's image uploader and photobucket don't seem to be operating well, so I shall give you guys a continuation tmr. By tmr, you know I mean weeks later. Or never.

I'm going!



Dejavu, anyone? Muahaha.

I love my twinnie's mommy! And my twinnie too!!!

I'm addicted to olives. I brought a bottle to work today and gobbled up the whole damn thing (minus the actual glass bottle, ofcos). Everyone was kiiiinda weirded-out. One guy tried it, and almost choked and died, while I watched on encouragingly (and gleefully).

Oh, food at my work place is like... currency. Since I work at such a ooloo area (the nearest bus stop is a 15-min walk away) with no ready access to food centres or coffeeshops unless I wanna hop on a bicycle and ride over to NSRCC which is impossible if you know me well enough (I don't know how to cycle), food is GOLD. To me, at least.

Thank god for the caterer aunty! But a big booooo on her when there's no camp for her to cater for. Oh well.

I'm blogging from work while I wait for my ride home. Yep. I feel a wee bit shameful that I'm doing this only to escape from boredom. Well actually, I wld love to blog a whole lot more, but I'm just too damned lazy to do anything abt it. Except when I'm bored, ofcos!

I declare this post absolutely and completely non-substantial.

I want to go home.

12 Things (you probably didn't know) About Me [it won't be of wedding sarees, Kit! Maybe babies, tho. Mmm.]


1. I think elephants are powerful, yet extremely adorable.

2. I love curves, and I love looking at women with curves. I used to have a smaller waist, and spent a few minutes a day admiring my mid-section.

3. I'm a bathroom singer, actress, model.

4. I love sleeping on the floor tho it makes my hips ache.

5. Flip phones are my favourite kind cos it's very satisfying to end a call with obvious force, movement and noise.

6. I like spending ages at grocery stores and supermarkets, just to read labels and build recipes and pictures in my mind.

7. I often cut my hair myself cos I figure no one'll know my hair and its behavioural patterns btr than I do.

8. Babies make me cry in awe. Sometimes, little kids too. I think abt how little they were and how much they've grown, and that's when the waterworks start.

9. I love minced meat noodles.

10. I can get possessive abt food if it's stuff I love. I share, but if anyone makes a grab for my share of my favourite dish (esp if I've been saving the best for last) I get royally pissed off.

11. I believe men are generally a bit stupid. Or, they just lack the ablity to understand deeply.

12. To me, life's just a long/short period of time where you try be happy/sad before your soul moves on to some other galaxy or maybe, just dies.



8 People I hope will do this:


1. Twinnie
2. Jay
3. Ragani (post on your blog already!)
4. Sindhu
5. Jaswin
6. Kay (same goes to you, backside)
7. Whoever thinks he/she shld do it
8. And whoever thinks he/she shld do it too

We'll be off in a bit to search for a suitable venue to hold our solemnisation ceremony. 'We' refers to Jay and I, ofcos. The places of promise and interest are Mt Faber, Sembawang Beach, and maybe, Botanical Gardens. Any suggestions?

Be warned, if you suggest Khalsa Association or the void deck under my house, you'll find me slapping you very hard.

Oh oh, did I tell you? I'm gonna be wearing a dress! A light, uncomplicated white/off-white dress. And Jay will be in a suit, but I'm not sure what kinda suit yet. See, as the designer, I need to have a look at the settings and feel the overall mood the actual event will carry to generate an appropriate image in my creative head. *nods*

I can't wait to get to work on my wedding! :-D

God. I am sooooo happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Happy Birthday, my old old fiance!!

I've finally done his blogskin. Go see! In case you can't figure out who that man climbing the Eiffel Tower is, it's Wolverine(whom he likes ALOT). There's still some tweaking to be done, tho. But, he loves it! Or so he says.

He BETTER.

Whoa, I'm mad.

I realised I've not blogged for quite a bit, so I decided to clean the oreo crumbs off my hands and start forming hopefully decent sentences and typed www.blogger.com onto my browser. My dashboard loaded straight away without my having to sign in. So I was taken by completely senseless surprise and went, "God...I'm so sorry. I'm gonna come arnd more."

I felt a mix of awe, gratitude and remorse towards Blogger and my blog and that's cos I didn't clear my cookies. Bloody stupid, really.

Starhub's a lousy service provider to have when your work place is at changi area, near the airport runway and golf course(s). I get connected to some indonesian network instead, and it frikkin sucks. Call me at work, and you get that overseas dialling tone. Do keep in mind that you also get a great big slap from my small bony hands. See, according to Starhub, I'll still be charged for the roaming service. If my bill comes to alot cos of the roaming stuff, I'm sooo gonna call them up and demand they pay for their own lousy network's faults. Got the cheek to tell me to switch my phone off some more. Bloody fresh-mouthed female punk.

Ooo, look at the time. *scratches ass*

'Tonight' is here, my sweetnesses. Teeeheee.

I had loads of stuff to blog abt, but none come to mind right now. Must be the loooong hot shower that's making my eyes glaze over everytime I try to think.

Oh, dance class was like shit for me last Thursday. I hadn't practised for 2 weeks and it showed! My feet were turning directions that it nvr shld unless I wanted to look like a retard and I probably did end up looking like it. A retard, I mean. I must practise tmr! If I have time. I need to be done reading the 8 books I over-zealously borrowed from Bishan Library, after finally paying off my 3+ year old fine which stopped me from borrowing any. Yeeep, you read right; almost 4 yrs of no book-devouring; besides the occasional read courtesy of the bf or dad. Oh, and I've been with Jay for almost 4 years. Making you think, aren't I? Teehee.

I rmbr, when I first met Kamil like, a yr or so ago, part of our convo went like this:

Kamil: So, what do you like to do in your free time?
Me : Mmm. I love reading!
Kamil: Eh, me too! What'd you read last?
Me : No idea. Can't rmbr lah, it's been a few yrs.
Kamil: Err... you like to read? You sure?

And that's when my lameness hit me. Hahaha.

Omg. Speaking of lameness and hitting, I have the lamest bf and I wanna hit him! He's been going on and onnnnn abt Sweeney Todd and him wanting to watch it and how we really shld catch it soon. And he called me just a minute ago to tell me that he's watching it with his buds. The tickets have already been bought, so the poor thing just has no choice but to sit through the movie, really.

*does some extensive eye-rolling*

It makes it worse that yesterday, Sash suggested watching Sweeney Todd together and I, being the absolutely loyal/faithful/wonderful gf that I am, told her I'd told Jay I'll watch it with him, but will ask him if it's alrite if I didn't. I cld almost hear her eyes roll while she went, "Yeah fiiiiiiine, go watch it with him."

There's now no way I'm gonna watch it with him on his 2nd seeing like he wants to. I'm sooo not gonna see the movie with a non-Sweeney-virgin. Cos he don't deserve it.

Hmph.

Will my Twinnie accept this Sweeney Todd-viewer-wannabe's offer of a movie and dinner? If she's a virgin too, ofcos?

*gets on knees and bats lashes*

I will blog tonight! Oh yes I will. I'm a woman of my word, rmbr?

Right, I've found stuff to talk abt.

I got molested a week or 2 ago. It happened in the train, and was the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced. It makes the time I almost got taken advantage of by a guy friend appear way less revolting. Well actually it has to be much less revolting as nothing really happened with that friend(?) of mine, tho it was scary as hell.

Anyways. My 'molester' was this big indian fellow who's nationality was hard to discern. He didn't touch me or anything; all that was felt was by his bloody member. From Cityhall to Bugis, he had a ball of a time squashing himself up against my behind and left when I finally decided to turned to face his ugly form.

I know, I shld have raised my voice and screamed at him to get the hell away from me.

But, it doesn't work that way. I wanted to be sure that I was being molested before accusing someone of doing it, as the mrt train was packed, and I mean reeeeaaally packed. So what if before the train arrived, he was staring at me while I walked past him to get to the last cabin door? So what if few minutes later he appeared right behind me? So what if I cld feel his breath on my neck and hair? And so what if in the train, wherever I moved, he turned up right behind, pressing against me, making sure his fully erect dick cld get a good feel of me? I can nvr be quite sure if he's doing it intentionally, right?

No, not right.

If you're a woman, and you're reading this, take my advice. If a man is so close to you, he's pressing up against your ass and you can hear his breathing very clearly while the rest of commuters arnd you probably can't, he doesn't want your number; he just wants a piece of you, as much big a piece he can get while you wonder if you're being molested. Don't be stupid like I was.

He left with a 90-degree erection that showed right thru his loose pants. Another man, a malay middle-aged one, noticed the boner when its owner left and looked up at me with a quizzical and weirded-out expression.

My cheeks and ears were flaming with shame. It was the worst train ride home I've ever had. I kept being glanced at by some ppl, especially whenever I attempted to dicreetly wipe a tear away. The tears started flowing freely once I reached home. My family got very worked up, ofcos. They asked me what the jerk looked like and where I think he's from and all. Also, I got mixed advice as to whether I shld make a police complaint or not, and I'm still not decided abt it.

Ah. Oh well. I know what to do next time. I bloody hope there isn't a next time, tho. But what are the chances that I won't be molested anymore? There're always gonna be crowded areas, and there'll always be deserted alleys and such. While I was fuming at being taken advantage of, I pondered if an increase in the number of mrt trains in operation during peak periods wld have prevented me from being 'used'. I realised that maybe, it wld have, but there's a good possibility that it'd have mattered shit. There'll always be trashy characters arnd. They're among us. We've yet to come up with technology or system sophisticated enough to stop villainous deeds.

It's just up to us to take care of ourselves.

This brings me to talk abt men and their value in terms of security for females. And that's normally security against their own kind, ironically.

Are they really of any use?

Sure, if you've got your boyfriend with you, you probably won't get anyone chatting you up or trying to get too touchy. But what abt prevention of real dangerous occurences? A gang of guys can do anything they like to you, anything at all, even if you had a man on your side. It's easy to imagine; your boyfriend's sending you home and both of you are walking hand in hand, under your block. A big bunch of guys whom were sitting arnd at the senior citizens' corner you passed by a while ago appear seemingly from nowhere, and crush both your souls.

It's so easy. Just like that, you're outnumbered.

It might seem like a stupid reason to not need male company to you, but it kinda makes sense to me. I'm not trying to say that I don't need Jay, or don't want him or anything like that; I love him and need him, but I don't need him to fend off other guys. Cos I personally believe, what hits, hits. I don't see the use one man with me will be. I know, a woman alone is probably more vulnerable than a woman with a man. But I prefer being alone. And I know how to be careful. If I felt the constant need to have someone with me I might as well have stayed a child.

Shall I move on to lighter matters?

I'm getting married. :)

Late July 2008, Jay and I will be lawfully married. I cannot wait. :-D

Ok, I know I'm only 21, and no, I'm not pregnant. Yes, I know what I'm getting myself into. This is something I've thought long and hard abt, and it's the perfect thing to do now, after almost 4 yrs being just boyfriend and girlfriend. I love him, and want him to be mine forever.

He's now my fiance. A super super happy one. :)

I accept congratulations and gifts in advance!!! :-D

What's this space for?

What do I say? I've lots and lots of stuff on my mind that I don't reveal to my closer friends, let alone online. And by that I mean LOTS. All I end up publishing here are my erratic thoughts and my views on things that are more often unimportant than not that make me no different from most girls. Well, actually, I won't entertain the notion that I'm not a typical girl, cos although I don't always follow the norm, I do care abt matters that most females I know do and there isn't much that I'm willing to reveal that wld make me stand out from the crowd. So what good is blogging gonna do me?

None.

Come to think of it, why do I feel the need to blog? Or, why wld I, if I did? What is anyone gonna do knowing the stuff they know abt me? Do they even care? I've ppl from countries I've nvr even heard of at my page. Some of you guys are apparently repeat visitors and mostly surfing from college campuses. What do you come here for?

What brings you here?

Oh well. I can't figure out why I do it. I like to write, so that might be it. My English's gone downhill over the past few years due to my very uncharasteric and therefore downright weird disinterest in actually finishing books I start, and that is a very sad thing. I shld work thru my father's collection of gorgeous works.

Maybe I have a blog cos I want to be heard. For someone who thinks she wants to be heard, I don't have much to say, for now, tho.

Nights and toodles. :)

It's the last day of 2007.

WoooooooooOoOoOOOOHOOOOooOooOooooo!!!!

Are you woohoo-ing too?

If you're not, I think you shld. I don't know how 2007 was like for you, but it was pretty good on the whole for me. It felt good turning 21, but I imagine the space of time left to 22 will be lots more 'happening', as it is now.

I hope you had a good year. If it was shitty, you probably need changes done to your life. Or maybe, you're just down with some god-awful luck.

Whatever it is, Happy 2008.


:)

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My christmas began at New Asia Bar. Strange, there wasn't a huge crowd of merry-makers. Yeah we did have a slightly hard time finding a table, but you cld see every single person's face and outfit very clearly, eliminating the need to squint and do weird head twists. We did have fun, tho.

Christmas Day saw me at the airport with my family.

I think I have mentioned this before and I will again; Popeyes bloody rocks socks off. You have not lived till you've tried their mashed potatoes with their (totally sodium bicarbonate-ed)buttermilk biscuits. Hea-VEN.

My new white pants are quite unlucky, y'know. First time wearing them out was Christmas and I got coke spilt all over me. Not all over my black top, nope; alllll over my spotless, pure white pants. I was a terribly good sport tho, and accepted my accidental pants-assaulter's packet of tissue and profuse apologies with smiles and "it's ok"s. The counter guy at Popeyes gave the lower half of my body a very genuinely pained, sympathetic expression.

Yesterday, when I got home from the movie(I Am Legend rocked MY socks off) with Jay, I was admiring my white-panted ass in the mirror and to my dismay, spotted awful yellow stains on my left arse cheek. Upon closer inspection, they proved to be curry stains, which I probably got by seating myself comfortably at the obviously not very clean curry house we had dinner at.

GRRR.

If they get stained the next time I wear them, I'm pronouncing them frikkin unlucky and will nvr wear them out again. Yep.

Madhu baby and I. In my new pair of glasses!

He was in a really festive mood.

Beautiful.

Beautiful too! :-D

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If you knew me at all, you'd know that I'm a big fan of The Kinks. Here's a song of theirs that I'm currently into.

Big Sky looks down on all the people looking up at the Big Sky.
Everybody pushing one another around
Big Sky feels sad when he sees the children scream and cry
But the Big Sky is too big to let it get him down.

Big Sky too big to cry
Big Sky too high to see
People like you and me

One day we'll be free, we won't care, just you see
'Til that day can be, don't let it get you down
When I feel that the world is too much for me
I think of the Big Sky, and nothing matters much to me.

Big Sky looks down on all the people who think they got problems
They get depressed and they hold their head in their hands and cry.
People lift up their hands and they look up to the Big Sky
But the Big Sky is too big to sympathize

Big Sky's too occupied
Though he would like to try
And he feels bad inside
Big Sky's too big to cry

One day we'll be free, we won't care, just you wait and see
'Til that day can be, don't let it get you down.

It's called Big Sky, ofcos. Interesting, innit?

I am soooooo glad Kay's ok, and enjoying herself immensely too! I have concluded that overseas travel with colleagues shldn't be done, unless absolutely needed. Ppl behave differently in different settings, and professional relationships shldn't be sujected to potential wreckage. *nods in a hopefully wise manner*

Wah, I miss her ah! I read her blog and cld almost hear her excitedly talkin abt her experiences, with a lot of 'heyy!!'s and 'yeeeeaahhh's. Too bad I won't be free to receive her at the airport on Sunday. Work. Oh well.

Too bad lor.

*giggles*

Call me when you read this! You and your useless line/phone.

Speaking of Sunday. My mom's called a few relatives over for a post-birthday celebration for me. I didn't want it, initially, but once my mom mentioned the possibility of me getting cash presents, I realised that entertaining on Sunday night's a duty I have to do, as a family member. Yeep.

Oh, Jay's family is invited, since they weren't at the chalet party. Can't rob them of a chance to give me a gift, can I? My mom agrees.

Can't wait for christmas eve!! I wonder what I shld wear. Just got a new pair of white jeans, and white heels too. I shall try dig up some top that's green or red. Or both!

Weeeeee!!!

I told Jay I'll be going offline like, a few min after he goes off(which was 12+am) but here I am still, slightly sleepy and sadly, not high at all.

Vodka and rose syrup don't make a good drink. Honestly. I'm finishing it up cos there's vodka in it and there's no point wasting perfectly good Smirnoff. And it helps to a certain degree that the drink's a deep, gorgeous vibrant pink.

Babu was online and he felt the need to help relieve me of by boredom my getting me to write a testimonial for him.

You know what's coming next. And ofcos, here it is;


And then ah, I give you this thing hor. Cos I'm like, damn bored.

Sigh.

J- Jelly wld fall off if made to sit on your head on a big plate cos your head ain't flat.
A- African-american, you are not.
Y- Yasmin is my hindu cousin and I bet you're damn confused abt that now.
A- Auvai paatti was this good old lady who wrote stuff that you probably had to memorise in primary school. I dunno if you enjoyed it, I didn't.
P- Pigs might fly, but you nvr will.
R- "Raamaayee vaisukku vanthutta!" That's a line from an old movie.
A- Ass. You know I can't resist the use of that word. That's why there're so many 'A's in your name.
S- Sentosa! I miss it. Bunch of us go once your leg's ok?
A- All my ideas for 'A' have been used up.
D- Dhanya!! That's the best 'D' word/name there is.

:-D


He didn't approve of it, tho. Told me to write him another, simple one-worders, and more truthful this time. I wasn't in the mood for being nice so all I cld come up with were stuff like jackass and asswipe so I gave up, esp since he had a 5min time limit for me to prove my intellect/imagination/creativity.

*rolls eyes*

I feel like watching a movie and falling asleep on the sofa. It's a luxury that I can afford now, since there's no work tmr, aaand, cos I got my new glasses and don't need to depend on uncomfy contacts for sight. They're pretty, and kinda similar to my old ones. Nothing can beat the oldies tho. Sigh. How I miss those cow-like designs.

Bah.

Here's a pic of the old ones.




You can't see the white and black designs at the sides much in this image, sadly.






This is my new pair. I just got this super unclear pic taken, for immediate posting. Yeah, it looks good. Just not as good as the cow pair. Oh well.

I'll miss you always, Cowframes. R.I.P.

I am now 21.

I don't feel like talking much abt how it feels and all my concerns cos my worries bore me. I am happy tho. Really happy. I'm finally 21 and despite all that I've not achieved, I feel a sense of contentment. That's not to be confused with complete satisfaction, tho.

I've been looking forward to so much and now, I just feel like there's more to look forward to. While I have the time of my life, ofcos.

Simply put, I'm lovin' it. (da-da-da-daa-daaa) :-D

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Didn't go to Malaysia afterll. Passport's expired and the dad pointed it out to me 20 min after I was absolutely ready, dressed and packed and raring to go.

Not farny ah.

Blardy Ilyas had a ball of a time laughing at me. He actually called me up, laughed a bit of ass off, and got me to call him back, and managed to laugh his entire posterior off. I've nvr heard him crow that hard before! It seems, if the same thing had happened to any other friend of his, he'd be sympathetic. But it happening to me somehow makes the whole matter frikkin loads funnier.

-_-

He felt it neccessary to embarrass me further, this time publicly, so he came up with this little gem to leave as a comment on my friendster profile;

This is an urgent msg from Singapore Immigration & Registration department(SIR).

Attn: Miss Dhanya

It has come to our knowledge that your passport has expired. MORE importantly, it is well documented that you realised it just before your travel out of Singapore( wahahahahhahahahahaha!!)

ahem... so pls do renew ur passport so that this hilarious... i mean, this incident does not occur again.. or will it? (wahahhahahahahahhah)

Yours truly,
*****

:D




I replied. Oh diiiiiiiiiid I reply!



This is an urgent msg from the office of Ms Dhanya.

Attn: Mr. Frikkin 'A'

It has come to our knowledge that you lack intellect. We urge you to have your skull filled at the nearest gas station. Due to the abundance of space to be filled, and exorbitant oil pricings, we are willing to cover the cost.

There is no need to thank us as in fact, we believe your agreement would be a favour to us.

Our gratitude is yours, in advance.

Yours truly,
@&#(&@&&^@@

:-D



HUR!!!

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Christmas eve will be at New Asia Bar for me. I don't think there's a bar that's more suitable for celebrating the birth of christ. (Hahahaha.)

Who's in?

Sonia baby sent me this email.

When you have a 'I HATE MY JOB' day try this:

On your way home from work, stop at your pharmacy and go to the thermometer section and purchase a rectal thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson . Be very sure you get this brand. When you get home, lock your doors, draw the curtains and disconnect the phone so you will not be disturbed. Change into very comfortable clothing and sit in your favorite chair.

Open the package and remove the thermometer. Now, carefully place it on a table or a surface so that it will not become chipped or broken. Now the fun part begins. Take out the literature from the box and read it carefully. You will notice that in small print there is a statement:

'Every Rectal Thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson is personally tested and then sanitized'.

Now, close your eyes and repeat out loud five times, 'I am so glad I do not work in the thermometer quality control at Johnson & Johnson.'

HAVE A NICE DAY AND REMEMBER, THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE WITH A JOB THAT IS MORE OF A PAIN IN THE A** THAN YOURS.......................

I love my job and its ice-cream perks!

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Off to JB, I am. Shld be leavin like... 9 or 10 pm, and will probably be back arnd the same time Monday or early Tuesday.

Hope the spectacles sold there are cute and more importantly, inexpensive. I got contacts from M'sia once or twice but honestly, altho the brands might be the same/similar, the quality is darned low. And they're cheaper only by... SGD15 maximum.

I look foward to seeing my muslim relatives! They give out vibrations of genuine happiness when my family visits, and I love it. I've blogged abt them and how they're muslim while I'm hindu before, like, yonks back. See! (the past 3 yrs have made me less lame, so pls don't stop reading my blog after you visit this link)

My family lacks good relatives to trust cos honestly, almost all of them seriously suck. Really. My father's side is filled with dysfunctional families/ppl. Funerals and functions and death bed visits are always superbly entertaining.

Aaaanyways, my malaysian relatives are pretty good as a whole, so I'm happy to brave the Sunday crowd at the customs to see them. Sounds kinda romantic, doesn't it?

The only somewhat romantic experience I've had there wld be my very first kiss. I was... abt 6, I think, and my 'kissing partner' was a 5-yr-old cousin. We were playing hide & seek with his younger brother so he used that excuse to lead me into a cupboard, and gave me the naughtiest smooch. I was, ofcos, absolutely stunned! He chuckled and opened the cupboard door to find his brother pointing and laughing at us. They both then laughed their way out of the room.

Men.

Oh, by the way, my cousin's a hottie now. He's got this handsome, serious-looking pretty tradional indian muslim man thing going on. Yeeeep.

Ah, must get back to preparing the stock files. I'm beginning to kinda like working on Sundays, esp since my Mondays and Tuesdays are free. And I'm perfecting the art of having very little sleep on Friday and Saturday nights AND smiling while surviving it. Can't wait to start on my course to get busier!

Y'know, doing stuff is more fun than doing nothing at all. :-D

Apparently, I've to be 21 to subscribe to international roaming. I'm not old enough, even tho there're like, only 5 days to my 21st birthday.

Is there a campaign going on against overseas travel by under 21s, that I'm not aware off? Starhub's supremely stupid, I tell you.

The use of the word 'supreme' has reminded me of chicken supreme pizza. I'm hungry!!!

Aaanyways, I need my roaming activitated cos I'm going off to Malaysia this Sunday and will be back on Monday, or Tuesday, latest. Jay says he wants me to stay contactable for 'lou-sing' and the only way I can do that is by topping up my pre-paid line. And using it, ofcos.

Oh oh, Starhub prepaid cards don't have any rules or requirements for international roaming, according to the customer service officer that I spoke to. Lotsa pre/mid/late teenagers that I know of use prepaid lines. Don't those (generally) mischief-prone ppl have to be stopped from running away overseas?!?! Doesn't having a post-paid line mean you can afford it and are probably a gainfully employed, mature adult?!?!?!

Ahhh. Silly.

Life, as I know it, is over!!!

I broke my nail. :(

I'm counting down the hours to my appointment at a nail place at United Square itself. Sadly, it has to be an express manicure, cos Jay'll be here arnd 4.30pm and nail-fixing will only start at 4.15. Oh well.

I broke my nail. :((((

Escalators and the metal base the moving belts are on suck. Suck suck suck SUCK!!

Good news!!

I've decided to love my body. WHOLLY.

I've not been very secure abt my appearance, esp for the past year. That's changed now, not only cos I've lost some weight, buuuut also bcos it's stupid to not love what's mine.

If I cld entirely accept faults in ppl that i love, why can't I accept something far less problematic, like the way my body looks? Actually, I look pretty alright to me. And the bod looks way more than alright to Jay. I shldn't complain.

I'm not fat, and I freely admit it now!

Doesn't mean I'm gonna stop watching what I eat tho. I think everyone shld watch their diet. Don't like, go on a diet, but just be careful; got to eat in moderation. Cooos, you nvr know when your favourite dish is gonna shit on you.

Not as much cheese for me! And chocolates. And rice. And potatoes. Sigh. Oh well.

Moving on to more interesting things (or not), let's talk abt the party.

It was alright, I guess. It was altogether fun, but it was kinda badly planned and there was some tension going arnd. And twinnie had to leave at 12midnight which was when the party actually started, cos we cldn't really drink openly with twinnie's dad arnd.

Babu and his 'adult' ideas for forfeits. *rolls eyes* I got a lapdance from Kay tho, so I'm not complaining much. Weirdly, the bottle nvr pointed at me. I'm almost disappointed.

:(

I had to be at work at 9 the next day!! I have no idea how I managed to be up on time, really. Vel and Nan dropped me off at United Square, and that helped alot. I love that couple.

The rest were at the chalet and twinnie went over in the afternoon only to leave at 7, which is when I actually finished work. *rolls eyes even more* When I was back, only Jay and his family were there. Oh oh oh, Jay and his mom did ALL the washing up and packing for me. All I had to do was make sure what was packed was indeed mine or twinnie's and not the chalet's.

She likes me enough to do my work for me in my absence. Ah, I love her too!!

And Jay, ofcos. :-D

Sigh.

The whole chalet thing's left me feeling kinda empty. Like...un-fulfilled. I'm itching to have a REAL party. Or a holiday. Suggestions?

Ah, I must go. My mommy misses me.

The party's only 4 days away.

OMGTHERE'SSOMUCHTODOANDI'VENOTDONEANYTHINGOHGODJUSTSHOOTMEANDI'LLBEOK!!

I'm baking brownies. :-D

FRIKKINHELLI'VE3CAKESTOBAKEANDNOFREENIGHTANDI'MGONNADIE!

Oh, I forgot, I've no work on Thursday. That's ok then.

OHNOI'VETOCHECKINTOTHECHALETINTHEAFTERNOONANDTHENMEETTWINNIEFORSHOPPINGANDCOFFEEWITHAFRIEND!!

I can do it.

By the way ppl. If I've emailed you the invite, and you've not RSVPed yet, I've this to say to you:

YOUBLARDYSUCKSTOPBEINGANASSANDCALLORSMSMEALREADYYOUSTINKINASSWIPE!!

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P.S: Twinnie's inked, and her wrist's now the best-looking one I've seen so far.