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.

Pardon my previous post. That was me checking if emailing text and photos here wld work. And it did! Yay!

I shall be blogging tonight. Off to see Beeer now, following which will be time with my stupid boy, which will be spent being all disgustingly lovey dovey. :)

(empty)

Testing!

Warmest Regards, Dhanya

Starting my course all over again next year, 31JAN. Can't wait! My mind is so much more peaceful than it was last year, and I know I'm ready to do well. I did think the modules were interesting, but I couldn't bring myself to care about them while I underwent really really reaaallly mild depression.

Shit. I miss my depression weight. Felt so good to see a 50 on the scales. I'm now 55! Curves are nice, but arm flab isn't.

This is a little embarrassing. I kiiiinda didn't take any pictures of my BIATC. Bleurgh. The bf did, though. But those were pics taken while my BIATC was being raped by a lit candle, so I guess you'll nvr know how cute it really was. I know you don't care, but I like to think I'm actually talkin to someone who's listening intently, due to genuine interest.

I'll get those pics off my stupid boy and post them up here. The deadline for this particular task shall be 31DEC10. :)

My birthday's coming soon. I'll celebrate yet another year of achieving absolutely nothing, except constantly being in some relationship since 15. Except this time, it feels like sunshine in my heart. :)

It's my stupid boy's birthday today!

(And my 2-yr wedding anniversary. Haha.)

I woke up with a headache this morning, and since it was most definitely due to lack of sleep, I decided to take the first half of the work day off, and did some major snoozing (the alarm's snooze button probably hates me by now). When I finally awoke fully, I was thinking about how much I love my boyfriend, and decided to make him a brownie in a teacup.

Okay I know I seem to be baking brownies and brownies only forever and all eternity, but in my defence, I have also baked apple pies and chicken pies and vegetarian pies and butter cakes and orange cakes and a couple other stuff that don't come to mind now that I have not documented, nor publicised. Sooo...there, I've made some useless point. Oh oh oh, and I love brownies the most. And, since this time I'm doing a real small amount of it (just enough to bake in a teacup), I decided to do a recipe I'm totally familiar/comfy with, so that the end result will kick ass no matter what. :)

The brownie in a teacup (BIATC) looks completely adorable (just like my stupid boy!). I will take pictures of my BIATC and post it up here within...the next 24 hours! Yes, I gave myself a deadline again! I swear I'll stick to it this time cos posting up 2 or 3 (5 max) pictures doesn't take much creative effort.

I'm doing an image search on google for brownies in cups, and sadly, these things are in existence! I don't feel so special anymore. Sigh.





Ah, mine still looks better. HA.

Oh shit. Here's a nice bunch.






Ah bien, original idea or not, I love it. From now on, I'm going to bake my personal stash of brownies in cups. When I want to have them, I'll warm them up and dig in (literally). Yay!

I really should get back to work. See you soon with pics of my BIATC. :)

The hotel ppl wrongly labelled their mocha 'unsweetened'. I added 1 pack of raw sugar, and I think I might have diabetes now.

Inaccurate labelling aside, I love teabreaks!

So all I did this halloween was binge on chicken nuggets. And cut the centre out of a fruit cake cos the oven's mad and the middle part refused to cook its gooey self.

Oh, I did paint my nails black, tho! But they're matt. And a little messy. A bit like acrylic paint. Boooo.

My charcoal sticks are wailing to be used. I got them a good...*counts months off fingers* ... 5 months ago.

WOW, TIME FLIES THE CONCORDE.

I'm on this page! http://www.shanozzyinc.com/

So sexciting!!

P.S: I've been quite busy lately. I do want to do a post today tho. :)

I'm having coffee in a beer mug.

I love this! It has been decided that w.e.f. today, this shall be my nightly routine; a beer mug of coffee sometime between 1am and 3am.

Byebye beauty sleep. You elusive thing.

Wow, I appear to be a bimbo in love, don't I? Thank god I don't care a whole lot. In other words, thank god this blog isn't for the purpose of money-making or anything even remotely useful. Actually. Celebrity bloggers here seem to be bimboes. Bimboes with badly doctored posts. No flow. Lower secondary standard English, even after probably editing 27382 times. I don't write fabulously, but those people could do a whoooooooole lot better. I am generalising though.

What the heck am I being diplomatic for? They (generally, ahem) suck.

I have been contemplating the pros and cons (the entertainment value, to be specific) of putting up a 'buy me a beer' button. Donations, ofcos, are strictly NOT to be made, if I do decide to place some button like that somewhere here. I do wish there was a way some kind/bored soul could send an actual drink to my door with a few clicks. Like that bottle of beer. Or a milkshake; I'm not choosy. Oh, or a pizza!

Getting addicted to coffee. This is no good. 3plus in the morning and I'm shaking my legs in impatience that's unaccounted for.

I love my stupid (and occasionally clever) boy! He's now whistling a tune into the fan's face. In case you're wondering what tune, it's the Final Countdown song.

ACT CUTE!

(It's apparently a cool song)

Toodles!

I'm at Starbucks and there's this bastard sitting right opposite, facing me, and I think my seating choice has never been more unfortunate. Yes, this beats having a mad old man beside me in the bus screaming 'cheebye' in sporadic bursts.

This fellow (dressed in a seriously screwed up yellow & brown printed shirt and not-so-cute nerdy specs) is a metre or less away from me, and busy acting busy reading the papers but I just KNOW he wants to be an ass to me. This is how I know; his main engagement at the moment is blowing at me. Really, blowing as in 'hoooooooooo hoooooooooooooooooooooooo' blowing. I CAN FEEL HIS BREATH ON MY FACE. He blows couple of times every 3 minutes and it's now been about 8 minutes and I think it's a miracle that my macchiato is not all over his dumb, blowing head. Yet.

Ah. I just gave him this expressionless stare for like...5 seconds. And now he's real casually blowing at some other direction. Thank god it worked. Wld have hated to actually have to talk to him, to say something like, "Stop blowing at me". That wld have been so weird.

Maybe I shld get some cake.