XiaXue Hacker

“MY blogger and gmail account got hacked. All blogs are deleted, all
3000 emails gone.

I cannot retrieve both passwords because blogger’s password prompt is
sent to my gmail account, and as for gmail, I have no idea why they
are not sending my password to my secondary account.

Please help me to announce this on your respective blogs, and curse
the MOTHERFUCKER who did this.

Pardon me while I go break down.


While I am never a fan of XX, but I read her blog very often. Yes, she might have bashed up people in her blog, which happen to make her famous. But to the hacker, why you did what you did? It’s barbaric, in the blogging sense.

No, I don’t want you (the hacker, not XX) to burn in hell. But yes, I want the law to deal with you. You can run, but you can’t hide.

Via CC


Universal Currency

“Wouldn’t it be awesome if you could use shit as a currency? If we could walk into a shop, plop half a pound of shit on the counter and say “I’ll have half a pound of potatoes, please!?” There are always debates over a “universal currency”. Well, shut up, all of you. SHIT is the ultimate universal currency. Everyone has it. Unless you’re one of the sad constipated people.”


I chuckled out loud when I was reading this. Rarely happens when I am blogder-ing in office. Kekeke..

Half Blood Prince

Half Blood Prince

Harry Potter & The Half Blood Prince

Those who know me well will know I have pre-ordered Half Blood Prince since ages ago, and read the damn thing in one day, and re-reading it now at a more leisurely pace.

Yes, I am a hopeless Harry Potter freak.

Anyway, read this great commentary on HP in a LJ. Thought I will share it here:

“Not much clues anymore in the book. All are pretty clear now. As I have predicted since last year, and having the feeling since 2 years ago, Professor Dumbledore died. I have also predicted since 2 years ago that Snivelus Snape, with his Occlumency skill, has been fooling Dumbledore all the years. I’m right in these 2 occassions. I am also right in predicting Dumbledore will teach Harry personally. But I was wrong in predicting he’s going to teach Harry some really great magic to battle Lord Voldermort.

Now we have the answer as to why Lord Voldermort didn’t die when the Avada Kedavra backfired. In the end of the book, the note in the fake Horcrux mentioned the name R.A.B. It seems very obvious to me this is Regulus Black, Death Eater brother of Sirius Black, whom Lord Voldermort killed personally. I doubt R.A.B. had the time to destroy the Horcrux.

So Harry will still have 4 Horcruxes to destroy before the final battle with Lord Voldermort. The book mentioned Harry will not go back to Hogwarts even if it reopens. But I think he will, not to study his seventh year. I have a feeling one of the Horcrux is in Hogwarts, possibly in the Chamber of Secret.

I think Peter Pettigrew will die in the final book. But he’ll pay his deed to Harry before he die. I think Bellatrix LeStrange, Lucius and Draco Malfoy, and Snape will die too. Even though Dumbledore died, the Order of the Phoenix will still be in operation. But the final book, I predict, will be more of a one man show for Harry. Arthur Weasley and Remus Lupin will probably die as well. I’m very sure Lord Voldermort will die. But I doubt Harry will use Avada Kedavra to kill him.

I was wrong in thinking the Half-Blood Prince is someone who will help Harry after Dumbledore died. All in all, this is a good book. I don’t feel as sad as I was when Sirius died, as I have anticipated the death of Dumbledore in this book since the previous one.”



Bad Day in Office?

Bad Day in Office?

Relak la…

Time of the month

It was tale retold to me. The funny shits happen over email.

Mr. Write will email Mr. Specy every month for a list of candidates they want to feature in one of our newsletters. So in one of those routine emails, the following conversation took place:

Mr. Write: Mr. Specy, it’s time of the month again.

Mr. Specy: Sure. You are more punctual than menses

Mr. Write: Yeah. And you are more helpful than a sanitary pad.

God, I couldn’t stop laughing over lunch. What’s wrong with guys nowadays, with pads and menses?

NKF Saga

I am disgusted. Going to end my GIRO donation.

Sign it


It’s Brownster Day!

Have you heard?

Today is Mr. Brown’s birthday!

The grandfather of all blog is a Cancerian, like Mua! Hahaha….

Happy birthday, Mr. Brown. Many, many happy returns. May you live prosperously ever after!

Why Do You Work So Hard?

This is one of the more thought-provoking I had recently. Made me rethink of what I am doing with my life. The begining paragraph was very “profound” to me.

Is it maybe time to quit your safe job and follow your path and infuriate the establishment?

Work hard and the world respects you. Work hard and you can have anything you want. Work really extra super hard and do nothing else but work and ignore your family and spend 14 hours a day at the office and make 300 grand a year that you never have time to spend, sublimate your soul to the corporate machine and enjoy a profound drinking problem and sporadic impotence and a nice 8BR mini-mansion you never spend any time in, and you and your shiny BMW 740i will get into heaven”

Full article here

I remember reading a comic strip that sounds like this:
“You are doing nothing with your life!”
“You are just jealous I have a life with nothing to do with”

Makes you think, doesn’t it? As Cowboy Caleb has done, I am taking a reality check, too.

Nice feeling on a Sunday afternoon

Sinking into the couch, I realized what a nice feeling it was to be “holed up” at home.

It was raining outside, and the afternoon was one of gentle raindrops and cooling breeze. Nice ole jazz music was playing softly in the background.

Here I was, lying on the couch. Dinner was cooked and served on the coffee table next to me. My (another) chick lit in my hand, transporting me to a delightful tale in France and back.

I put down my book and thought, hey, this is a nice feeling!

Until I remembered the undone project on my table.

Bah. So I put down my book and sleep.

Hee hee. Naughty me.

Little Rascals

It was a familar sight around my flat.

Three kids running and playing around. Two will inevitably topless – one a girl. The third boy will always be on a bike.

Today I have the fortune to bump into them on my way back from buying lunch.

One of them has the cheek to screeched loudly: “Haaaiiiii uncle…”

I felt like snapping back: “I am fucking 26 years old, thank you”

But I smiled back at them, and got three sunny smiles back.

Adorable little bastards.