See this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzJo7zVXQr0


and this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_4C7TDyVfs


!!!

Lazy, tired, sleepy.

It's 3.16am. Toodles.



P.S: I AM NOW OFFICIALLY CONTACTABLE, AS OF 3 DAYS AGO. Yay me.

ANNOUNCEMENT: My phone isn't working. It refuses to switch on even after being beaten to pulp. I'll be trying electric shocks later but it probably won't work, so please be patient as I'll be getting it professionally fixed this week if it doesn't cost me too much. If you really need to talk to me, leave me a msg at home, or see me under my block when I come back during the weekends. Or, just leave a msg in my voice mailbox lah. I do check it every night. If you're calling from a private number, LEAVE ME YOUR NUMBER cos I can't get to my contacts.


Thank you, yaar.


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Got that pic I asked for from Premi! She's scary shit in this. Suren did the make-up.



Creepy, yah?

Yesterday was Jay's graduation. He looked so cute up there in his tie, speaking into the microphone with his louly, louly voice. :-D

He and his friends went clubbing after and I sooo felt like clubbing too. But I didn't join them cos I had work the next day and well, didn't wanna be the sore thumb sticking out cos they were all guys. And I had a feeling they wanted to do some serious picking-up, which turned out to be true. Haha.

This month's pay is almost gone. :( Next month, I HAVE to go somewhere. And I want to try a new place. Any suggestions?

I love Maaza. It's a mango drink from India, you can get it from Mustafa Centre. You guys HAVE to try it. Mango-lovers, have it cold. I'll be having a birthday bbq/ chalet this yr and I intend to have at least 3 bottle of Maaza, all for myself. YUMM.

I'm having a slight headache. I think it shows.

Toodles.

Halloween pictures. Went as Barbie the painter. Dunno wtf I did lah. Just got back home from Jay's graduation. Congratulations, sweetie pie. :) Too tired. Still a little high. Work tmr. Farkin hell. Test too. Pics.




Carene darling.




Barbie the painter, the Devil, and the Something.



Devils, vampires, an angel and a doll.



The office-wear-wearing masked something, another masked something, the devillish doll, and the Scream villain who's now enlisted in the army.



Painting the air in a very stupid manner. Carene named the pic dhanyacutie.bmp. Hehe!


Right, must go sleep. URGH. Bye.


P.S: Premila, if you're reading this, you BTR SEND ME THE PIC!! You elfy elf you. :-D

I catch myself smiling for no particular reason these days; weird looks from my fellow commuters are getting so common.

I realise, that I am really happy with my life. And I refer to all classifications of it; the past, the present, the future. My childhood was a very good one, cos I had everything a child needed and more. Also, I'm blessed for not being born mentally disabled, as a baby who's mother was above the age of 35 when he/she was conceived has way higher chances of turning out to be 'not normal', scarily. Hell, I'm bloody blessed to have even been given the chance to be born. My parents actually fixed an appointment for abortion which they (obviously) didn't keep. They weren't in the best position to keep a baby then lah... things were tough. I think I've mentioned this before. Thank god for their soft hearts.

I like my job lots. I actually look forward to going to work!!!! And believe it or not, for the whole month of October, I pulled a sickie only once. And that's cos I WAS sick. Absolute weirdness! Oh, and I will be studying early next yr. It is SOOO decided. I'm sick of trying, trying AND trying to decide what I want to pursue: fashion or mass communications. And I've now made my decision. Mass Comm. I'm looking forward to it so much.

In 3 yrs or so, I'll be marrying Jay. His family seems alrite with me, and according to him, his mom really likes me. Also, Aishu has started actually talking to me. No more shy, worried expressions! :-D

I love where my life is headed. I appreciate the mistakes I made too; quitting poly, quitting jobs, and every other minor and majorly wrong thing I did. Cos it's all somehow gotten me to how I am now, which is happy.

I owe a big part of it to my family, to Jay, my former friends, and the friends I got now. I love you guys so much; you know who you are, and I know how much I mean to you. It's a cliche, but friends forever, sweethearts.

:)

It's Halloween next Tuesday. I won't be partying the night away like I imagined I might, but I'll be 'partying' in the evening at work instead. I love this company and the way they actually bother to celebrate occasions; they shake things up, and that's soooo appreciated!

Was planning to dress up a little weird even before the party was announced, so now that there's actually gonna be a celebration, I'm going all out! Well... almost. It's just an office party, can't make a fool of myself, sadly. Jay suggested I borrow his army uniform and go as a dead soldier. Not a bad idea, I shld say. I'll be getting the uniform from him on Monday BUT, if it does not look the way I want it to look on me, I'll probably be going as an evil Barbie doll. Idea courtesy of Premi. It's easy to dress up like Barbie anyways; a dressy outfit and TONS of mascara with green eyeshadow. Bad-assed Barbie will probably have bigger-than-usual hair and dark eyeshadow, and a gun, a knife, and a few packets of cocaine in her big, bad-assed bag. The perfect excuse to hurl obscenities at the ppl at work! Weeeee!!

But then again, that is IF the army uniform doesn't fit. It'll take a lot less effort to be a dead soldier.

I'm so sleepy, and I'm boring myself so much. This has been SUCH a terrifyingly boring post.

Toodles.

Had a blast on Deepavali! As usual, I have no time to blog proper now, cos I've to be up early tmr; going to Malaysia to visit my relatives on Hari Raya like I do every year. Baby is coming! Weee!!



Sindhu-backside and me at Jay's house. My family was there! All went well. :)




Me, Aishu, Sindhu, Suchi, and Madhu baby!


On the day before, which was Friday, there was a Deepavali/Hari Raya celebration thingamy at work. Everyone was encouraged to wear traditional costumes(encouraged is a mild term. We were warned that those who failed to comply will have, and I quote, 'horrible things done to them') and me being me, I chose to wear a saree! And so I got to be the 1st runner up for the best-dressed competition they held. The winner was Ashraf, and he was called Sharukh Khan for the day. I was Preity Zinta/ Aishwarya Rai cos they cldn't decide. Nonsense ah. :-p But it was sooo fun! Ppl kept taking pictures of both of us, and with us. And they were like, " stand closer lah! We won't send to your bf or gf, don't worry." Also! Before it was announced that he was the winner, we were asked to run around a human coconut tree. Hahaa!







Note the saree. I absolutely love it!




The ladies at work!


ARGH. Mom's screaming.

Toodles!

Oh, and Happy Hari Raya!

ANNOUNCEMENT: I can't tag on my own tagboard. I shall wait it out since it happens sometimes for a few days for no obvious reason.

END OF ANNOUNCEMENT.

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The elusive 'later' is here!

I'm gonna let the pictures tell their stories... with some explanations added here and there to aid your understanding, ofcos. They aren't in order of date taken; too lazy to sort and shit, cos I've got work tmr, altho it's a saturday! Sigh. Oh well, it's the only Saturday that the bunch of us are asked to come back on. I shan't complain. Much.



Babies!!



























Madhu got sleepy at NTUC.



Birthdays!



Sister no.1's birthday. The cake wasn't done by me, but the icing was. A little lame looking, but it was on short notice; hence, I've got a marvy excuse. Coffee-flavoured royal icing, cadbury's chocolate thingie and roasted almonds.









Sister no.3's birthday cake. We celebrated it 2 days after the actual birthday, at Bishan park. Cake was done entirely by Sister no.1. Nice, ah?









Female monkey at Bishan park. My bro-in-law refused to obey the sign and fed it a banana, after which, the monkey kept eyeing us. I was freaked!









Baby's birthday cake. We celebrated it with immediate family on the actual day, and had a bigger celebration at the Civil Service Club a week later. Sister no.1 also did this cake.

ANNOUNCEMENT No.2: Sister no.1 can make you a cake if you like too. For some cash, ofcos. She's real busy now handling lotsa orders for Deepavali and Hari Raya, and do not hesitate to get her busier; order a cake too! Not a cake like these lah, these are normally for birthdays. You can ask for icing though. Chocolate, Vanilla, Lemon, Orange, lots more flavours. Customise your cakes. Email me at anya24@hotmail.com shld you be interested. I'll send you the price list/ order form. And if you know my hp number, call me, ofcos.

END OF ANNOUNCEMENT No.2.

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Clinic at Yishun. The doctor's a master of traumatology. Weird huh?





Sha did this for me a month or 2 ago, with a black pen. =D





Twinnie and I, at Baby's birthday celebration. =D





My cousin got married at the Ritz last month. The food was heavenly, and so was the washroom!





I finally managed to get a decent pic of my eyes. Wee!





Nanio!





Geethu! The stupidest cousin a girl cld have. =)





It was just Sha and me, a few months ago. We made dinner, and ate it watching Casablanca. *floats*





Close-up. In case you can't decipher it, it says Makkal Inc., with a butterfly in the midst of fluttering.




Woopsay, it's later than I thought it was. Must sleep.

Please expect a continuation... but I can't tell you when it's gonna be, except that it will of a certainty be 'later'. :-p

Toodles!

I will be blogging later, with LOTS of photos. I'm almost done uploading all the photos I've been wanting to use online. They date to like, 5 months back. So yep, get your eyes ready for total damnation!

Toodles!!

P.S: Gonna have pasta for lunch, cooking button mushroom cream sauce. Yumm!!

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Just the way I imagined it to be.

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FRIKKIN TRUE.


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Ended up not jogging, by the way. We decided we lacked nourishment(read: we were more in the mood to pig out than run abt), so straight to the WhiteSands foodcourt it was.

Sigh... oh well.

I can't wait for 3rd October! The idea of going somewhere everyday, doing something and getting paid for it, is maaaaarvy. And 6-8 weeks later; perfect excuse for staying out! Plus, more moolah. Yummy yummy yummy.

I've promised myself I'm keeping this job, shortest duration(self-imposed) = 6 months, unless I'm offered employment elsewhere that pays me at least half a grand more. And that's sooo not gonna happen. I'm ok with my salary package; can afford to save a bit every month. Don't need anything more, at this moment. This moment refers to the coming few months, up till mid 2007. We'll see how it goes then.

Must buy 4D this wednesday! Got a power number in my head.

The water's boiled. Toodles!

nar-cis-sism / Pronunciation[nahr-suh-siz-em]

-noun

1. inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity.
2. Psychoanalysis. erotic gratification derived from admiration of one's own physical or mental attributes, being a normal condition at the infantile level of personality development.


Also, nar-cism / Pronunciation[nahr-siz-uhm]

[Origin: 1815-25; < G Narzissismus. See narcissus, -ism]

-Related forms

na-cis-sist, narcist, noun
nar-cis-sis-tic, nar-cis-tic, adjective


-Synonyms

self-centeredness, smugness, egocentrism.

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Mmm.


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Guess what ppl? Guess what guess what guess what guess what???

I'm going jogging!!!!!

Stop laughing/ get those jaws off your keyboard/ wipe that skeptical look off your face. It's for real, I'm actually gonna perform a form of exercise! Normally I do sit-ups whenever I feel like my tummy looks like that of most of the indian cinema actresses. Flab, flab, and can you say FLAB? Noone's ever ready for all that jelly; Beyonce was so right. So besides attempting to completely flatten my tummy, I've been doing none else, and that is totally changing cos I've 'widened' in more places than I'd like to have. I feel like a mix of Jyothika and Ramba. *shudders*

Jogging/running works on your stamina too, which will be so useful for me, since running a pathetic distance for the bus leaves me panting like a dog.

Geethu's coming with, by the way. Absolute yay-ness! If I were to jog alone I'd probably have found some lame-assed excuse to satisfy myself with and had bread for dinner. And my mom wld have scolded me for trying to lose weight(the woman thinks I'm skinny; wtf, yah?) and waved a plate of prawn sambal and fresh, fragrant rice under my nose. So I wld have had 2 dinners in one night. Marvy notion, but a horrid one at the same time! Jelly belly. Bleaurgh.

Oh well, got to go dig out some old pair of trackies. Not much time left, so toodles!

To blog after so long(mmm... 2 weeks, I think), feels like I'm Mr. Rip Van Winkle awaking from a deeeep, DEEEEEEP slumber.

Actually no lah, I'm so used to blogging with long intervals, almost entirely due to laziness. Notice, I used the word 'almost'.

My mom's been dragging me to stay with her, from this sister's house to that sister's house to the other sister's house, for the past few months. Oh the perils of having 3 married sisters and a very prone-to-loneliness mother. It's not that bad, I guess, having a slightly nomadic life, but it does get old after a bit. We all know about my newfound love for sleeping in the buff, and it's not easy letting go of something so wonderful so soon, y'know. I can't even sleep without my bra on when I'm elsewhere man. Sad, sad, sad. I know you feel my pain.

What deepens my pain is the lack of internet connection at the houses of all 3 sisters. Lack of computers, more specifically. Those ppl don't need a comp, they say. I beg to differ. You don't need a computer unless you're dead. At least, in Singapore and such developed countries lah. So yep, no internet connection, no blogging. That's the reason why I'm blogging so little. Almost.

Anyways. My ex's deprivation(don't ask me what kind, and Sash, shut up) has been recently brought to my attention. Come to think of it, not so recent, since M told me abt the time(no wait, 2 times) that he asked her to act as his girlfriend for a day cos he'd bet with his buds that he'll be attached within a certain period of time, accomplishing(or acting like it) which, he receives SGD$150, give or take. This's the exact sorta thing he used to do back when we were attached. *shakes head* I'm still wondering if I was part of a bet too. Mmm.

Latest news is that there's this school or army related thing that requires him to bring 1 person as a partner/date. And guess who he asks? R. Like dunno wtf he's trying to prove right? He outright asked her in an msn convo. Damn weird lah. I don't mind him developing a thing for her or even for M(he used to refer to her as sister), for that matter, but what he's doing seems a little off to me. R says it doesn't seem like he's fully over me, which I totally abhorr. 2 years already y'know. It's not like I stayed single after breaking up with him; I got with Jay like, less than a week later(so shoot me). So I see no reason why he shld have no reason to be over it.

Him asking a bestie of mine out is giving me weird vibes. It's like, I feel like he's gettin associated with me somehow. Not bad vibes, but weird ones. Like, why my friends, of all ppl, rite? He's a person with a good heart, I know. Just had lotsa stuff in him I cldn't stand after a while. He deserves a pretty and good-natured girl. :)

Change of topic.

Y'know, sometimes, animals seem better than humans. Please do this; you, as one person, will make a good difference. Pass it on if you can.

Light a candle, fight against child pornography.

www.lightamillioncandles.com

I'm bored.

Help? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp.

I'm too stuffed. Bleeeeurgh.

Heeeeeeeeelp.

Headache.

BLEAURGH!!

I miss you, Jay.

:(

Come to me! You stupid man, you.

Happy Onam, everybody!!

*binges on banana chips*

Wow.

He smsed me a few days ago bitching abt my previous blog entry, which he concluded with a don't-reply-cos-this-has-gotta-our-last-convo-and-you're-a-piece-of-shit, or something like that. And now he bitch-smses twinnie abt what she tagged. And uses the don't-reply thingie too. Like wtf, right? Makes me wonder, what does he not want to hear? And why sms in the first place?

It's like, he needs to deny his being lame... by being lamer. If I were in his position, I wldn't even bother.

So dude, seriously? Don't bother.

Oh, off to Madhu's house. Toodles!

Some humans are ass-diggers. Especially insecure bitches who think their boyfriends are wanted material but are in actual fact, so NOT. I say, eww-ness. Besides, I'm very much attached to someone else entirely.

WHAT WLD I WANT THAT ONE FOR? BLEAURGH.

I'm disgusted.

Weird how I felt sympathy for the little gf initially. Shlda said alot more to her. Her bf got problem, why come to me? And she's so emotional about something so small and insignificant, it'd be interesting to see her reaction to the bigger stuff. But then again, maybe it's good I didn't tell her cos she probably deserves the deception. But then again, no woman deserves to be deceived by a sweet talking girlfriend-manager, no matter how skinny she is.

Sigh, sympathy again.

But this's for sure, that girl needs to wake up and smell the shit.

My brother-in-law preys on newspapers.

You shld see him read the papers; he gets to them slowly, leisurely spreads them open, devours them, then suddenly(and weirdly) puts them back together in a very rough manner and tosses them to the floor. And they'll be all crumply and out of shape; traumatised.

I wld find it slightly amusing, if not for the fact that it annoys me! I have to put them all in order if I wanna read the papers... which is something I do... sometimes.

Alrite, off to do some late-night cleaning. Toodles!

Ok ppl, if you're bored, do help me out here. J smsed me this(in the midst of a chinese accent-high) yesterday and I can't for the life of me figure out what he's trying to get across. Oh and turns out, he doesn't know either.


I don'tch know waan. U no say but I say but how I know u say them how condfirm waan?



Beats me too.

Ppl I know seem to be having lotsa wacky stuff to say lately. Here's another:

(for your reference, 'nakkal' means, making fun... sorta. Colloquial Tamil.)


°· you have the urge to worship me; act on it. ·° says:
wah lau you watch out lah makka;

Heart-Shaped Box says:
oh yay!

Heart-Shaped Box says:
thank you chellam!

Heart-Shaped Box says:
ah? why?

°· you have the urge to worship me; act on it. ·° says:
ooo.. wahh! ai

°· you have the urge to worship me; act on it. ·° says:
bcos, you... how do you say... 'nakkal' me

°· you have the urge to worship me; act on it. ·° says:
*SNIFF*

Heart-Shaped Box says:
ohh

Heart-Shaped Box says:
oh, wanna hear a poem?

Heart-Shaped Box says:
You, I cannot nakkal
Because you're my makkal!

Heart-Shaped Box says:
i sooooo clever hor


Wow!