Have you had Van Houten's Chocolate Buttons? I think it's the perfect snack for someone who doesn't care how fat she's getting. And that's exactly why i shall now keep this half-empty pack away.

I miss going out! Lately, I've only been travelling to and from work, with dinner with the bf thrown into my super exciting mix of activities once or twice a week. Odd... I just wanna get home and play with my nephew and bunnies these days.

Oh yah! I've not announced my adoption of bunnies to the blogiverse, yet! I am the proud owner of 2 brown frantic fuzzies; PfatBoy Wabbit and Boney Wabbit. They're both male but they love each other all the same, cos that's what bunnies do. Funny how I always end up with gay rabbits. Anyway. They're such lovely, filthy things!

Here's Boney, who's 3 months old!

And here's Fatty who's 2!


<3 <3 <3

The fat one's got an FB account. Yes, I am mad. But not bored, mind you. Ah wth, i'm bored. I give in to streaks of insanity and risk coming off batshitcrazy just so i am kept entertained. If I weren't so full of bodily wobbles, i'd probably be the friendly neighbourhood flasher. No, exhibitionist! Sounds more respectable.

My chocolate buttons are still here, dark and inviting. Why can't my hands follow my will, for once?! Ah what the heck. I'm gonna start gymming next week anyway. Got a gym partner, which makes it tough to back out of.

Still, wish me luck.

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And here's another old dumb one.

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I have a friend at work. A malleable, almost androgynous friend. Wanna meet him?

Say hello to........ Tack!!



Sweet isn't he? That's his happy smile.



Tack watches me work. That's his favourite activity. When I nod off while doing one of the few mundane tasks that're part of my duties, he squeals just loud enough for me to hear. Also, he discreetly snarls at ppl who try to push their work to me, which encourages me to tell to them to go wank somewhere. Such a darling, yes?

He's been complaining abt his looks (I think he's always looked stunning. But there's no convincing him. Sigh.) so I decided to give him a makeover. After much careful thought and processes, here's the end product;





He loves the tiara-like thing I did for him!



Side view!

He's happy with his new look, and has decided to name himself Shiny Bluetack. Tacky name, but I'm glad he loves my work! Let me know what you think!

And I love you, Tack!



Kill me.

I was doing my nails last night when an old post of mine came to mind. God how i loved blogging abt stupid things regularly!

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I'm sure you're familiar with the term 'read between the lines'. And I'm preeetty sure that if you're reading this, you're a young(ish) person, so, you shld be aware of the more offensive meaning the phrase holds, usually meant while displaying your hand with its 2nd, 3rd and 4th digits sticking solidly out.

Like this:

A friendlier version wld be,

So, you're frikkin pissed with someone and you want them to know they're shit and contemplate using the 'read between the lines' thing, cos it's a rude gesture, obviously. Then you think, "Alamak, I saw that primary school kid use it on her grandma yesterday. I got to come up with something btr and cooler!" Now that's when, if you're smart enough, the idea of the super fuck springs to your mind.

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Tadaaa!!

I present to you, the super fuck!!

My middle finger has got a pattern on it that is quite phallic, and it's got what is supposed to look like drops of urine on the fingers beside it. Aaaand, a tiny representation of the penis on my little finger(to say,'you're such a loser, your dick's like that!') , and another on my thumb too, which, unfortunately, wasn't photographed.

There you have it. The perfect, illustrated, cheemified insult.

Use it on someone. The reaction you'd get will first be this:

and once the full implication of your manicured nails are registered, you'll get this:

Marvellousness, yes?

You got a fantastic insult readily available AND, you have an excuse to get your nails done if you're a guy. What more cld any bitch ask for?

Get your super fuck done today!

My boyfriend doesn't like receiving flowers. WHY SO MALE?! Sigh. I love him anyway.

Happy Valentine's Day. :)

It feels really funny to be emotionally detached from family. I wish my choices were more...easily acceptable.

Yeah, having a good family is a very precious thing, and I honestly am one of the luckier ones in that aspect. But it's almost been 3 years, and there is only so much I can take. It shows on my face, my eyes and in my headaches.

I can't go away though. That will be very selfish of me and I just wasn't brought up that way.

But you never know.

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Yoooohooooo! I've got to get blogging again, really. I know noone comes here, but this is my little space (I've more space on blogger than cupboard space) and I still kinda love it. Like a mad toddler that belongs to me or something.

Be back! :)

I am so proud of myself. I think I have actually matured, somehow! I am not gonna explain here, but yay yay yay yay!

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Testing!

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Testing!

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Turns out I was being stupid. :) Okay, wait no, misled. That works better in my favour.

Cream crackers and milo make such an addictive combination. I actually feel like having crackers and milo instead of working. And at lunch time, I wanna have crackers and milo again. Ooo, and at tea time! Maybe dinner too. I don't have the habit of having supper, so I'll give it a rest. Or maybe not.

Feel like I am not enough. Like I am made of unfulfilled needs.

I wish I could say that I knew I'm being stupid.

gonna make tom yam soup tonight! is it normal to have pumpkin chunks in it? i'm hoping the sweetness of the pumpkin will go well with chilli padi and the sourness of assam. let's see! will post the recipe here if it's any good.

my F of IT assignment is due wednesday, and the assignment questions and module notes are still packed away in some box that's buried under many of it's other boxy friends. sigh.

btr get cracking. it's gonna be a long night (bought extra strong chinese tea that calls itself the best in the world) and I have soup to make.

happy saturday! :)

So my crazy old oven got fixed. Now it's my good old oven, and I figured a good way to celebrate it would be to experiment with some flavours I've never put together before. And I got this;



Vanilla cake, orange jam filling and lightly spiced icing. I just sent a friend the recipe, and decided I might as well post it here too.

THE CAKE.

You need 250grams each of
- self-raising flour
- castor sugar
- unsalted butter (I used Buttercup)

and

- 200ml buttermilk (I don't purchase actual buttermilk, just a tablespoon of vinegar mixed with 200ml milk is gd enough)
- 3 eggs, yolks and whites separate. whites beaten till fluffy
- 20ml vanilla essence, or more if you like
- 0.25 teaspoon baking powder

Baked for an hour at 130 degrees celcius in a convection oven.

After it cooled for about an hour, I cut it horizontally in preparation for...


THE JAM.

Okay I kinda lost the exact amounts of all that I used, but what I did was

1) grate 3 oranges, kept the rind aside
2) cut up the orange flesh, making sure to remove any white parts cos I didn't want any bitterness today
3) got the flesh to simmer in a saucepan with
- about a cup of brown sugar
- water
- 2 cinnamon sticks
- previously grated orange rind

It became a gooey mess, which I threw into a grinder so as to get it more...spreadable, less chunky. I am very sure this is not the proper way to do it, but I didn't plan to keep the jam for long, so it's fine lah.


THE ICING.

- icing sugar (use as much as you need till you get the consistency you want)
- 50 ml of milk steamed in cardamom seeds (not whole pods)

You might find the icing weird cos it's got cardamom and might taste like some indian sweetmeat while you're making it, but when it's spread thinly over a cake, it hardens to taste pretty good, though it really depends on your preferences. Some ppl don't fancy cardamom. Also, I didn't wanna use butter cream or fresh cream for icing cos I was afraid it'd make the cake too...heavy. But you nvr know. Might be good.

Yep, don't think I've left anything out. If you're gonna bake it, enjoy! I sure did. Had Coldplay on loop, and it was raining. Bliss. I should go back to regular baking.

Off to bed! Is it really Monday already? :-/

It's been a month and a half, hasn't it?

Been so busy with work and classes. I work 6 full days a week, and am not sure how I am going to cope when the time for project submission and exam prep comes around, especially since I will probably have to be shifting to a new flat around the same time. Ah, but new environments are good sometimes, yes? Oh, I will be living much nearer to the train station! Will be an awfully short walk home, but less $$ spent on transport translates to more $$ to purchase olives. Which is nothing, if not a good thing. :-D

I never thought I would be the sort who posted emotional(negatively so) entries everytime she blogged, but it seems like I am going that direction. I have people to talk to, but I'd be much more comfortable releasing it to noone in particular cos at times...people can be narcissistic enough to think that my feeling depressed is their fault, and that if they took it upon themselves to change matters, I would be happy again. If it were that simple, really, you'd be seeing me doing cartwheels everyday.

Maybe it's hormonal. I dunno. It's been around a while. Whenever I get some time alone, I tear up a bit, and feel like rushing home just to cry. My jaws would ache, and I'd be wiping away tears that would be dangerously wobbling at my eyes, threatening to form proper drops and flow out. To a passerby, I'd look like I'm wiping the smudges of my kohl liner off, or so I hope.

It's almost like how it was when my marriage failed, except, my appetite isn't as bad as it was then, and I am generally not having as hard a time. You know what sucks? Supremely? I really, really, don't know why I am going through this now.

1) My love life is fine. I love my boyfriend, he loves me, and we don't fight much these days. We have a future.

2) I have a family that I wouldn't trade anything for. Yeah my mom and I fight alot, but that's just how it is.

3) I have a job. It's stressful but manageable, pays enough for this point of time in my life, and I actually enjoy it.

4) My studies are going alright. I have not been getting fantastic grades, but I pass, due to last minute studying, usually starting the day before, or of, the exam. Examinations in the afternoon are fantastic in that sense. :)


So...yeah. Such a puzzle.

Bits of leftover guilt, maybe?

I don't know.

I just somehow feel very mildly depressed, but a little numb at the same time; waves of feelings of insignificance, anger and frustration, all while having this weird notion in my head that the present doesn't matter, let alone the future.

I am not the saddest person on earth, but I have been making a conscious effort to be happy. Wish me luck.

I feel like talking to an old friend about nothing in particular. Maybe wonder about dream interpretations and the curious shapes clouds take. If there was a cloud that looked like a duck, maybe we'd quack and giggle.

I don't know if I have a friend who'd quack with me with no prompting, tho. And I'd have to strain my eyes very hard to see cloud shapes, as it is past midnight now, and my eyes are struggling to read what I am typing, as it is. It's either fatigue, or the need for a new pair of specs.

So here I am, old friend. Blogging. :)

There might be something fundamentally wrong with me to feel trapped this easily. Something in the way I was brought up, something in a book I read as a child that left a strong message or some painting that scared me into non-submission. OR, there's nothing actually wrong with me, and I belong to a large group of ppl who think alike.

Alright, I do know I belong to that large group of ppl who think alike. But y'know...that doesn't help one bit. There might as well be something wrong with me.

It feels like I am alone. Perhaps that's the perfect truth.

If I disappeared, where would I exist?

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I hate telcos. I really really do.

WHY DO I HAVE TO CAMP BY THE PHONE JUST TO BLOODY REACH THEM?

Bah.

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Back to job-hunting! Wish me luck, pls.

I absolutely detest being locked out of my home. I will need two pairs of hands to count the number of times I have returned home, full of fatigue and longing for a drink and sleep, just to find that there is noone home to let me in.

Grr.

Anyway, my wireless network is helping keep extreme exasperation at bay, for the mo. I named my network Coconut! Connect to Coconut.

I am seriously considering a job switch. My job scope has changed to something that isnt comfy for me. I will miss that place and it's ppl. My boss is one of the best ones around, I can say that for sure. Too bad I cant find any motivation at all to stay on and perform, due to the changes in expectations.

Where the heck is my sister?! She shld have been here with the house keys bloody yonks ago.

Sigh.

Stop whining, Dhanya.

Okay the house is accessible. Finally.

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Night night everyone. :)

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