Mwahahahaha. Horoscopes are darned funny.

Me: “She likes to please and has numerous amorous adventures. She is unfaithful and undergoes tribulations in love.”
Me: ADVENTURES?
Me: What am I a slut or something?
Brother #3: hahahaha
Me: Aiyo
Me: “Income will come either as a result of an advantageous marriage, or by a very useful association.”
Me: It means I gotta marry for money or find a sugar daddy with money.
Brother #3: hahaha
Brother #3: it’s like saying you ARE a slut

Meanwhile, elsewhere…

Me: I NEED A SUGAR DADDY
Me: Hrrm
J: LMAO
J: I’VE OFFERED!!!
Me: Dammit, you’re a bit young :P
J: -_-
J: Yeah, that’s true
J: Won’t die soon enough
Me: LOL

Reminds me so much of Sinfest, somehow.

This is what our news would be like if the journalists are quit bearing the bad news.

On the less humorous note, there had been yet another earthquake near Indonesia. :( And as a friend just tied it in…

T: weird
T: Such a coincidence eh? A day after Easter… a day after Christmas O.o

Weird indeed. o_O!!

Oooh. I like. And this one too.

(have you figured out yet that I pretty much spend a lot of time scouring T-shirt sites once I find them?)

I still don’t get the whole Easter = chocolate thing, but I’ll accept it just the way it is since everyone seems to have some type of agreement on this fact. Who am I to argue? Anyways…

Chocolate contains Phenylethamine, which can help ease a hangover.

Which might be a good thing if you are iffy about taking too many aspirins. And…

There is a reason us girls love chocolate… women crave magnesium at certain times of the month and fine chocolate is rich in magnesium.

I wanna know what that certain time is; right before, right after, during the bleeding or what?

Oh, and Cadbury’s Crème Eggs are too sweet. *_* Never again.

Lauren’s birthday! Go wish her a happy, happy birthday. :)

If you see this nifty rounded-corners-on-form-inputs trick, chances are you’re a Mozilla user. ;)

Name:

Email:

Comment:

And this is how you do it: (more…)

Free e-books from Stephen Leather (international thriller writer). :D Gosh, which author do you know gives out free e-book downloads anyway? He’s offering those books for free because they’re not the genre he usually writes. I tripped across it when I was trying to find a particular picture that I might want to try to draw when I’m bored (I hate drawing human subjects, my proportions are always wrong unless I have a photo reference), and one thing led to another.

I haven’t read any of those yet, or any of his books (a lot of his published books are getting rated 4 to 5 stars on Amazon.co.uk), but I might soon. If I like the e-books, maybe I’ll look into the paperbacks?

Awh, quite some marketing skills there. ;)

If you’re wondering about the renewed interest in drawing, Tiffany managed to coerced me into posting my old works on DeviantArt, and looking at all those old works just makes me wonder if I can still manage even half of what I used to be able to do. Am going to be closing my on-site gallery soon (if anyone even knows where that is, hehehe) because I can’t be arsed to keep up with it, and I don’t really like the script anymore. :P

Campaigning groups in Malaysia are asking their government to put a stop to what they are calling “state snooping” into people’s private lives.

The move follows attempts by a leading government politician to encourage young people to spy on Muslim couples.

Dozens of people have been arrested recently for visiting night clubs or even holding hands. [more]

Er… what’s the point of forcing someone to abide by a religion they choose not to believe in? So that some political body gets to feel all powerful?

People won’t believe if they choose not to, even if you force them to fake it as if they do, but in the end, it’s just faking it.

Unexpected British slangs…

Me: Oh dear…
Me: LMAO
Me: Bonk - Same meaning as shag. Means to have sex. E.g. “Did you bonk him/her?”
Me: Hahahahahahah
Joseph: ROFLMAO
Joseph: Oh man
Joseph: How many times have we had sex then???
Joseph: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Me: LMAO
Me: No clue
Joseph: God I’m dying over here
Me: lol
Me: I’m never going to view that word the same way again
Joseph: Yeah, and I made a promise not to bonk you. ROFLMAO
Joseph: Makes that promise seem a whoooooole lot different.

Edit: A follow up:

Brother #3: *bonk*
Brother #3: :P
Me: :O
Me: That’s so… so… sexual! :o
Brother #3: WHAT?!
Brother #3: no it’s not
Brother #3: it’s comic-ish
Me: LOL
Me: read toothpaste addict
Brother #3: okay
[two minutes later]
Brother #3: OMG! bonk means shag?!

Like, OMG. My brother! *gasp in horror*

Roffle. God, this word is getting out of control. XD

I grew up knowing a lot of Chinese pop songs jipping the tune from an English pop hit. Like Lemon Tree (then again, it had been recorded in god knows how many languages). And SHE’s Don’t Say Sorry is originally Britney Spears’ Everytime. I used to scoff at this. :P I don’t like the idea of taking another tune and implementing another language into it (which happens a lot with the Japanese songs for FFX-2, it seems… with Sen no Kotoba and Real Emotion, both are recorded in Japanese and English, which didn’t sound too bad, but still).

Then today I just managed to hear MLTR’s Take Me To Your Heart. And the tune is jipped from a Chinese pop song (heck, the background music is rather Chinese-y)! XD Only that I can’t remember the title of the song. But it was a really, really popular one, or else I wouldn’t notice it that quickly. :P

Edit: It’s Wen Bie ("Kiss Goodbye” or “Farewell Kiss") by Jacky Cheung (Zhang Xueyou), released over a decade ago.

218 guestbook spam from the same person in a day (spamming about hentai too!).

Roffle. When was the last time I actually linked up or promoted my guestbook? 2 years ago? 3? Guestbooks seems to have died a rather slow, excruciating death after blog commenting system came prancing into the scene. I didn’t realise that someone would still think the guestbook is worthy of being spammed. XD

Me: omg :x i’m turning so girly
Me: either that, or pink is not that bad a colour
Me: that actually looks quite cute.
Brother #3: /omg
Brother #3: you’re becoming girly!
Me: *dies*
Brother #3: ehehehe, but it’s nice
Me: BAH. See. You agree. Stop calling me girly.

Nevertheless, I’m not a fan of Paris Hilton. And I’m still lusting after one particular digicam that I might actually really get.

:x The scary thing is it means the end of perpetually lusting after digicams. Oh my. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

Later:

Me: omg, more pretty pink stuff
Me: i must kill myself NOW

“Parents of one kid sold her for a new car tyre,” said lawyer Philippe Cosnard, quoted by the AFP news agency.

-BBC News

I’ve heard of parents selling their children for food, shelter, money. Desperation to survive drives people to do such things, and there had been occasions where the child who was sold actually understood the situation that she had to be sold in order to have the money to feed her younger siblings (such complete selflessnes is a rarity in this world… but poverty does somehow develop that in families). It’s not to say I approve of that kind of practice, but yeah, the world sucks. At least it was for survival. That (selling one’s child) is pretty common in countries where (child)prostitution thrives as a whole industry sector by itself, especially in poor developing countries.

But for a fuqn car tyre?!

P.S.: I stole the word “fuqn” from her, but I reckon it won’t last that long in my wordage even if it looks cute.

Hide your candy from the kids by placing them in a wrapper, box, or paper bag labeled with a name that they would not like such as “LIVER".

I really hope that in no point of my life, I’ve been duped in that manner. Then again, I don’t ever remember having the “right” containers for things in our kitchen anyway. We have to check maybe ten containers just to find one thing because all of the “labels” are messed up, and nobody cares. :P

Oh oh, not to mention old containers of other stuff, such as the green tin with a huge “Milo” (chocolate+malt drink) emblazoned over the whole container, those are perhaps the most popular container used to store New Year biscuits and cookies and those rolled-up/folded-up biscuit thingys (they’re like “love letters” but not really… what the heck were they called again?). :P

I suppose the abovesaid parenting technique just doesn’t work that well in Malaysia…