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Non-stop laughing with Gervais and Elmo

Omg, how cute are Ricky Gervais and Elmo? This has ought to be the only time when I’ve actually not cringed when watching Elmo. Now I’ve watched the youtube video about six times and I still can’t stop clicking replay. HAHAHAHAHalirious!

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Impress your mates with this word today

Ever wonder what those annoyingly chattering noises which insects make when they are in that grass patch is called? No, it is not called fucking. Luckily for you, I chanced upon the word earlier when I was on freedictionary.com, which by the way is one of my best mates, and yes you may be friends with it too.

Here you go:

Now go and use it in a sentence

Now go and use it in a sentence

Be honest, I’ve made you feel cleverer than you were five minutes ago, haven’t I?

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Day Internet takes over the world

Ever wonder how long till Internet is going to rule the world completely? You won’t have to wait long now. Seems that a UN survey has found World Wide Web’s domination is almost ¼ complete. Matrix, anyone?

A survey by International Telecommunications Union, an agency of the UN, says nearly a quarter of the world’s 6.7 billion people now use the Internet. Oh, but that is nothing compared to the amount of people using mobile phones worldwide. More than half the global population apparently. Maybe mobile phones will get us first.

Out of curiosity, where do you prefer to sit when checking in with your flight? Personally, my bladder likes the aisle seat if it’s a long journey. Saves me the general awkwardness when I have to grin sheepishly and squeeze my legs over the cramped neighbour at the umpteenth time to the washroom. Turns out, my bladder has been the smart one this whole time.

It somehow knew window seats are not really all that awesome to die for. Now it has been proven fatal. (http://tinyurl.com/ccdzgr) It increases the chances of you getting deep vein thrombosis during a long flight but hey, nothing alcohol wouldn’t cure. The report adds a glass of alcohol prevents blood clotting. A good enough reason for me to get knocked out on a plane.

An interesting piece of news which kept me squealing intermittently like a spider-pig yesterday by the way, this blog just got the highest clicks ever, all thanks to this referrer site. 278 in one night and still counting! Absolutely brilliant. Thanks for the unintentional love, Seattle!

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Obsessiveness is junk food for the mind

Some days, namely these two days, I get irrationally upset over the smallest thing. My mind would obsess over every single detail or any hint of movement anyone does. Say, you cast a sideway glance at me. I would immediately run a checklist of who, why, what, when, where and how. Of course, this happens inwardly, I hope, otherwise I’d look a tad freaky. And by freaky, we all know it really means psychotic. Either way, it does not bode well for me.

My point is even if I sound over the top now, the obsessiveness is, at the very least, adding up to my 60,000 thoughts a day quota. Oh you haven’t heard? Apparently, a certain health and longevity author Deepak Chopra says each of us has that much thoughts running through our head every single day. Fortunately 57,000 of those are the same stuff we had thought of the day before. Credit to the human race, we are. I did try to keep score, sadly I couldn’t grow enough fingers and toes to catch up. But add up the sex thoughts, the kinky stuff, the filth, the evil plotting sort or world domination plans which all of us secretly have, I say Chopra is about right.

Anyway, obsessiveness is essentially junk food for the mind. It’s unhealthy, useless, satisfying for the moment but you’d totally regret it day/minutes/seconds after. So why do I insist on continuing this obsession with you? Is this life’s way of telling me to suck it because I totally deserve it?

Or quite simply, I’m in love with you still.

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Musing: Is it “a MBA” or “an MBA”?

I have always wonder if it is “a MBA” or “an MBA”. Whenever I verbalise it, I automatically use “an” before “MBA” and I never understood why. If you had thought about the exact same thing as I do, then great. You should read on to get enlightened because I have the ANSWER to this silly Ing-ger-rish rule bollocks.

So this article gave me an absolute stunner of a “proper” answer. Taken from the Chicago Manual of Style:

“Write what you say. MBA is an initialism, pronounced “em be ayy” or something like that). It begins, then, with a vowel sound: write “an MBA”.

But of course, if you have to be a gimp and write out the whole bloody “master of business administration degree” then start with “a” in front of those words. Simply because the explanation continues, “Initialisms and acronyms are generally intended to be read as such, whereas abbreviations (e.g., 5th St., read “fifth street”) are often meant to conjure the full form.”

Right, I hope you have filed this tasty morsel of information up in that head of yours. It’d be dead useful during any social gathering when you want to impress people. Or not. I don’t really care. I’ve gotten my answer.

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Maybe I can moo instead

Pity 2009 is not the year of the dragon. Or else this menacing look would have killed all other lesser contenders. That is if you can overlook the drooling.

Is it not my year yet?

Is it not my year yet?

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Orange butt cracks

On their way to the juicer

On their way to the juicer

I have always wondered why oranges with a crack or opening at their bottoms are usually sweet.