Read about the series here: http://www.jpgmag.com/stories/11918

The creator of this series decided to bring to life favourite Disney princesses and to throw them into reality. She plays on irony and discusses the issues of the real-world.

Happily Never Afters of the cartoon world.

She brings in the message of whether what we're showing our daughters mean something. Are the princess stories healthy for the mind? Do they give unwarranted hope to our youth that there is a brighter future? A happily ever after? The creator of this series shows the darker side of life. Princess Jasmine fighting in the Iraq war, Ariel in a tank, the dark, damp future of our princesses.

Personally, I love the concept, but what is the creator trying to bring to light? That we shouldn't show our youth the happier picture? That there is no hope for princesses even? Think about it! The princess stories were created for a reason, to make children, little girls, happy.

Maybe one day they will be able to find their Prince Charming.

Also not to mention the quality of the work done.

I don't know whether it was on purpose to have the pictures photoshopped so that the princesses "stand out" from the crowd? And to show the dreariness of the world around that princess. Because if it was meant to be this way then I guess.. Good? Cause it looks to me that the creator cut and pasted the princesses into the background.

The other pictures are on the website. These struck me the most.

Open your hearts to polygamous marriages

KUALA LUMPUR: All Muslim women should open their hearts to polygamous marriages. Ikhwan Polygamy Club spokesperson Hatijah Aam said this was because a woman had nine nafsu (internal desires) and one intellect whereas men had nine intellect and only one nafsu. "When women are upset, they make a lot of noise, but men don't. The emotional nature of women makes them broadcast their problems. They rant and rave. "Because this is their character, God allowed polygamy to challenge women to control their desires," said Hatijah, the second wife of Ashaari Muhammad, the founder of the controversial and now-defunct Al-Arqam movement. "When the husband hurts them by taking another wife, their nafsu are challenged and curbed, and this makes them better people. "A woman when left to her desires becomes very dangerous like a tiger. In fact, even fiercer than that. If the world is left to women, we will be open to continuous war." The Al-Arqam movement was declared illegal by the National Fatwa Council in August 1994 after the group's teachings and beliefs were found to be against Islam. At its height, the movement had 10,000 members. Polygamy, said Hatijah, would ensure that women were not controlled by their nafsu. "When I feel sad that my husband is with another wife, he (my husband) will remind me that the pain God bestows upon us is a way to eradicate our sins. "The husband is the leader who saves women from being consumed by their desires. There is a verse in the Quran which says that if the nafsu are not controlled, then 'nafsu itu akan menjadi Tuhan' (the desires will become God). "Polygamy is the most practical approach, an effective cure to a woman's desire." Hatijah said women in monogamous marriages were not challenged and that was dangerous as their nafsu could then control them. "Why see only the negative in polygamous marriages? We can share a life as sisters. It is the nafsu that do not allow us to share and that is why men are there to suppress it. "A polygamous marriage is actually beneficial. "We can help each other with many chores including looking after the husband and children. The other wives come into our life to complement it." Hatijah said one of the reasons the Ikhwan Polygamy Club was established was because Ashaari wanted to show the world he was living proof that polygamous marriages could be successful. Ashaari has 38 children, eight of them with Hatijah. Twenty-three of the children are in polygamous marriages. "Having been in a successful polygamous marriage for 30 years, Abuya (Ashaari) wanted to show that it could be a harmonious way of life. "We also wanted to shock society. We wanted to show them there is an alternative for those who practise free sex. There are men who need more than one woman." She said some monogamous marriages were failures as the men cheated on their wives. "They are leading life as in the Jahiliah era (age of pagan ignorance preceding Islam) when men had many mistresses without any responsibilities." The idea of the club was mooted in August and was launched in Sungai Petani, Kedah. Hatijah said the club's activities included counselling, courses and organising weddings for polygamous marriages. "One of the first activities we will carry out is counselling. We will have one set of lectures explaining practical steps towards a harmonious polygamous marriage. "We have 40 men and women motivational counsellors to conduct this. We will also organise courses every weekend. "Training towards a harmonious polygamous marriage is more difficult than training to become a doctor." When there is a problem in a polygamous marriage, the issue will be taken to the board of advisers which comprise the highest ranking officers in the club. Five men and five women sit on the board. They include Hatijah and Ashaari. "Here we will have meetings to decide the outcome of the marriage and whether there should be a divorce or not. Divorce is allowed by God." About 300 families comprising some 900 individuals are members of the club. Some of the families are from Singapore, Thailand, Indonesia, Australia, Jordan and Syria. They are all part of the Global Ikhwan Sdn Bhd group, a business entity which has over 10,000 members. Businesses under Global Ikhwan include bakeries, sundry shops and restaurants. Ashaari helms the group which funds the activities of his followers. Who is the club open to? "All individuals who practise the Islamic way of life. We have had many enquiries about the club, including from some Datuks in polygamous marriages." Asked if she had been criticised for starting such a club, Hatijah said: "There has been no backlash at all, just a lot of support. "I think I receive this support because people see polygamy as a solution and a way out of adultery." The club has a theme song entitled Keluarga Role Model. Hatijah said the club would ensure that men who married more than one woman were able to sustain their marriages. "The men do not choose the wives they marry. Instead, Abuya decides who the men should marry and they rarely refuse. "Only men who Abuya believes have leadership qualities and who can manage a polygamous lifestyle are chosen." Asked whether she had ever regretted entering into a polygamous marriage, Hatijah said: "I have been declared founder of this club with my husband. "There is no way I regret entering this marriage. "Of course, in the 30 years that I have been married there were times I wished out of this life. "I asked God for a way out but now after 30 years, I am reaping the benefits and I can say that polygamy is beautiful." Hatijah said for a man to be just and fair he has to teach his wife that her first love must always be God. "If you can't teach your wife to love God, marry only one. "If a man wants to give more to one wife, he will be prevented from doing so because of his love for God. God says that if you love one wife more, you cannot show it." Asked whether her mother was in a polygamous marriage, Hatijah said: "No, during my mother's time, there was not much emphasis on religion. My mother now accepts my way of life." As for her controversial move to call on prostitutes to join the club, Hatijah said Ashaari wanted to "save everyone". "If I was a prostitute, what would my life be like? People can talk, but what is the way out for them? "Who says polygamy is oppressive? It is the way out. They can become a wife and be protected legally. In fact we are going to start with five women with HIV soon. We will place them in a shelter. "We will counsel them, treat them medically and teach them the Islamic way of life. "When they are back on the right path, we will advise them to get married and assist them in every way." She said wives whose husbands wanted to take another wife should know that their husbands still loved them. "They should realise how much it hurts their husbands when they (the wives) ask for a divorce. They should realise they are losing a man who loves them."

WHAT THE FUCK.

I'm sorry. I don't care if this is your way of life, but I totally don't agree with it.

I just think that polygomy is an excuse for men to get more ass.

WTF this is freaking unbelievable.

The organiser of this "club" goes on to say: "They should realise how much it hurts their husbands when they (the wives) ask for a divorce. They should realise they are losing a man who loves them."

There has to be a reason why a wife wants to get a divorce, most of the time, the reason being the husband's an asshole. Like any woman would want to be subjected to watching the husband flaunt her "sisters" in front of her. Especially if the "sister" is HOTTER, YOUNGER.

Why subject yourself to such emotional cruelty?

There are some many things wrong with this!

God allowed polygamy to challenge women to control their desires

Oh yar, and men, wow, MEN, don't have desires? THEY CAN CONTROL THEIR DESIRES BETTER?! Okay let's take a survey okay, we'll go take a look, compare women to men, "which gender has more sexual "action"?"

I tell you, MEN MASTURBATE AT LEAST TWICE A WEEK PLEASE.

Who the hell invented porn? MEN LAH.

so polygamy obviously is more BENEFICIAL TO THEM.

You were so cocky. So… So self-assured. It threw me off course. I was a confident, strong woman! But when I was around you, I lost it. I lost track of what I was saying, I felt stupid, my opinions didn’t matter, I was too immature. The worst part of it all?

It was true.

I couldn’t function with you around. Every little insult you threw at me was like a stab at the heart with a white-hot poker. How did you do it? You weren’t that fantastic yourself! You were a scholar. Stereotypical, I know, but weren’t scholars nerdy, geeky, dorky and have zero EQ skills? Why were you the perfect all-rounder? You were… Well. Don’t let this get to your head. You were hot. You worked out, you partied till dawn, and basically, you were one of those rugby-jocks I hated because I knew I would never date one of them. Big, burly, your hands the size of dinner plates and your shoulders! Your shoulders! I’m weak against them.

Remember that day you came for the party?

“Eh. Sorry I’m late man.” You said to Aaron.

“Bro! No, it’s okay man. Where were you?” Aaron opened the door for you. I was busy under the tree, arranging the presents. Then you said the one thing that made me weak in the knees.

“I was at the library.”

I wish I could say it was like a movie; time stopped, a cool breeze brushed against my face and announced your arrival. But it went by so quickly. I couldn’t believe that you said it. Were you really the kind who went to the library? Surrounded yourself with those magical worlds in books?

Inside, my jaw dropped. Was there more depth to that shallow persona? You had to be kidding.

When four of us, Aaron, Rachel, you and me, sat to talk, and you started talking about Twilight I think that was when I started being infatuated with you. It was ridiculous. I had a crush on this chunky-looking guy who had to same taste in books as I did, and watched about as much anime as I did.

It frightened me.

God was playing a cruel trick me. The possibility of you and I going out together was practically zero to none. You were only here for two months and then you would be gone. Plus I wasn’t the kinda girl that guys would jump at the chance of dating.

Pathetic. That was what I was at that moment. When you went back that night, I swooned. Who was this perfect guy who was smart, funny, sociable, cute, read books, and had so much in common with me?

I was supposed to be more sensible than that. I didn’t fall head over heels for guys so quickly. But you. You caught my attention, and you caught it quick.

You want to know the secret why I lent my precious Twilight books to you?

Because I wanted an excuse to see you. I wanted an excuse to call you.

Two days in, I didn’t see you or speak to you. I was getting angsty. I had to find a reason to at least speak to you. I scrolled through my phone book and lingered at your name. It stood out like a sore thumb. It was practically screaming at me to call you.

Then my eyes landed on the name after yours. The first four letters of your names were exactly the same! Then my rather brilliantly stupid idea popped up.

I rang you. And asked for my friend. You moaned, “What… Who are you looking for…”

“Er… I’m looking for Kiew Yuan?”

“Who?”

Then I made a big show of checking the front of my phone. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I called the wrong number! I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to call you.”

“What the fuck… You woke me up…”

“Erm. It’s 3pm in the afternoon.”

“I know…”

“Oh. Urm.” I faltered, at a loss for words. “Sorry again… I’ll see you around.”

That was the end of the conversation. I felt desperate, and once again pathetic.

On facebook, you ripped out my heart. You wrote on my wall discussing Twilight. I think I swooned a couple more times. You weren’t shallow at all! You knew books. You read them not because you had to, but because you wanted to.

I was falling deeper.

Then it was Christmas, we went to Rachel’s place, just for fun. You threw jibes at me at every chance you got! It irked me. It was as though you had nothing better to do then to annoy me. I’m not a patient person. I never was, I lost my cool a couple of times, and you said your pet phrase. Which by the way, I absolutely hate now.

“Chill man! Chill!”

I threw my hands up in defeat and sat quietly watching you guys play poker. You asked me a couple of times, “so how? Do you think I can win?”

What did I know?! I’m a nerd, I don’t party till dawn, play poker or drink till my head explodes. I stared, and feeling stupid, I said, “oh, urm, hm… I guess so!” I failed miserably. If I could blush, I’d have been blushing right up to my forehead then.

I think you started thinking I was stupid then.

Throughout the day, you only had bad things to say to me:

“eh, your spit is on my arm!”

In my defense, my mouth was dry! And sitting next to you, I saw your spittle landing on the poker table! It was a freaking rainstorm!

“Can you be careful? You’re heavy you know.”

*gasp* Were you brought up stupid or were you just born that way?! How could you call a girl HEAVY?! You were no better! You’re huge! I felt like screaming at you, “you stupid, fucked-up bodybuilder!”

When we drove past my house you started off quite nicely.

“Wow nice place.”

“Thanks.”

“So there’s a gym here right?”

“Yep, all the regular stuff.”

“If I had a gym in my place I’d come here all the time. Eh! Can I come and use the gym?”

“Oh yeah, sure.”

“So why do you have a gym here and still look like that?”

“…………”

EXCUSE ME?! You were looking for a tight slap across your fucked up mug!

You barely had a nice thing to say to me all day, but I still kept my cool.

That infatuation that I had for you. It was ebbing away. Or so I thought.

Sometimes, from the corner of my eye, I would catch you watching me. But it was me! I mean, who would actually want to watch me? I brushed it off, not believing that you would actually be looking at me.

Who knows, maybe when you looked at me you were thinking in your head, “now that’s a prime example of uh-gly.” Don’t blame me for thinking that way! You didn’t have a nice thing to say about me. At all. I was quite tired of the way you were treating me.

Then Rachel, who was pretty drunk announced that since we were all couples, we should play, couple poker.

I knew she was drunk, I knew she was high, but before I could open my mouth to explain how you and I were NOTHING. You had to open your big fat mouth.

“Huh. With her?! You’re kidding!”

I was downright pissed. I wanted to jump on you, wrap my arms around your neck and strangle the shit out of you. I wanted to kill you!

Then I guess you felt sorry. Because you decided to teach me how to play poker.

The couples were all whispering around discussing tactics on whether to fold or not, I felt so uncomfortable, obviously we weren’t going be whispering like those damn couples over there. I was so damned uncomfortable.

Then you leaned over and whispered in my ear.

My toes curled and inside I was bouncing around. “We’re missing two cards.” Your chocolate-laced breath brushed against me ear and I was terrified.

Terrified that I was going to do the wrong thing, terrified that I was going to say something stupid. But most of all, I was terrified that I might have fallen way to deep for you.

Of course, you being nice was just a temporary break from your regular bastarding. I think you became so comfortable with me that you started treating me… Let’s put it this way, you started treating me closer than just friends.

“You guys can really connect!” Rachel said, more than a few times that night. And each time, before I could say anything, you had to say:

“Crazy! Not with her!”

Or

“I’m just sociable that way okay.”

Or

“I’m not dating her!”

I got it alright, we’re not dating, we would never date, and you would never want to date me.

Walking home. You got worse.

“How are you going home?”

“I’m either walking… Or taking the bus. Haha I’ll see which one comes first.” I smiled.

“I don’t think there’s a bus anymore.” I looked at my watch, it was 6 in the morning.

“I guess you’re right. I’ll walk then.”

“You sure you can? I walk really fast. You know, to exercise. You should exercise.” Have you nothing better to say except insults?

“Hey! I can keep up alright!” I protested and sped up to prove my point.

“Yeah sure.”

“Wow can’t believe the way Edward had to leave just because Erin called him.” I laughed, recalling the way Edward had dashed out of the house just because his girlfriend had called him and demanded that he go home. “Look at all the trouble relationships cause…” I mused.

“Eh about tonight it’s not that I was being mean, I won’t date anyone.” I looked at you, confused. “I mean like come on man, I’m only going to be here for two months then I’m off to do my honors you know what I mean?” I nodded, bemused. “How can I like leave a girl hanging right?”

“Er. Okay. That’s nice to know?” What was I going to say? I mean I actually didn’t care about what you were talking about! It didn’t concern me.

“Two years her having to wait for me is just dumb. Plus I don’t even know if I’m going to come back here to work. Give her an opportunity to find the one that she might actually love right?” Yeah right! Like you weren’t thinking about it yourself. “Maybe in that two years I might actually find someone too.” Wow, you actually admitted it!

At that point, I felt that I had to say something to add to the conversation. “well personally, I think starting a relationship is a waste of time and is pretty pointless.”

“Pointless?”

“Yeah I mean, there are so many couples and most of the time they spend their time just fighting. It’s just isn’t worth it to get into a relationship and have so much trouble right?”

“That’s just silly.”

I blinked. “What?”

“That’s silly. You never had a relationship before?”

“Yes I have! And it dragged on for two years and I gave so much and got nothing.”

“Like when you were 16 or something?”

“I was fourteen actually. That relationship just made me realize what I didn’t want.”

“How immature.” You scoffed. My point of view was immature?! I was about to jump you and tackle you.

“Wow. And you? You just play girls don’t you? Like one, finish, throw away and move on!” I burst out.

“If I like a girl, I’ll just tell her and if she rejects me then I’ll just move on.” I was dumbfounded. Why were you so truthful! It made me hate you more!

“No point hanging around waiting for her right.” Depressingly enough, you made sense. It freaked me out! I was appearing so stupid in front of you. So immature.

Every time you put me down, instead of feeling pissed off and indignant, I felt pissed off and insignificant. You were the cool one, the one who had a wealth of experience unlike this bookworm.

Every time you answered my question, you made it seem as though you were humouring a girl who had a crush on you.

“So what’s it like back in Australia?” I asked, just trying to make casual conversation.

“Oh, so you want to know my life story huh.” WHAT?! Did you seriously ask me that?

“It’s polite!” I screeched, on breaking point. “I’m just making casual conversation!” I wince, knowing that I was telling a white lie and you were partially right.

“Ya right!” And you launched into your life story. Which by the way, was pretty sad! I was expecting more excitement!

After you left that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.

You were in my mind all the time, as I did my work, as I watched a movie, as I walked past my home gym, as I walked up the stairs to my apartment. You were starting to annoy me. You had me twisted around your finger.

It was more than just an infatuation now. But love? I never did believe in love.

I had this urge to call you, I was itching to pick up the phone and ring you and say, “wanna go out on a date?” But as usual, I was afraid, I was being impulsive, and I knew you would never say yes.

For the next few days I sat at home, just waiting for the phone to ring, hoping that by some miracle you might call.

You didn’t.

I was walking down the hallway of my school, talking to my friends, but always thinking of you. Days went on and I went on with my life. But you were always on mind. Then that day, I still remember, it was hot. Practically burning, the sky was a brilliant blue with a sparse cloud here or there in the sky.

I was walking out of school down the hallway, complaining about the weather to Natalie, then she whispered. “There’s a boy watching you.”

“Huh?” I stopped in my tracks.

“Seriously, I think he’s been waiting for you or something…” She laughed, “He’s carrying some books.”

I turned to look forward, there you were. Leaning casually against the cold glass of the general office, smirking as you watched me, the last two books of Twilight clutched in your hands.

“Oh. I know that guy.” I ran up to you.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” We stared at each other in uncomfortable silence.

“So those are my books?” I reached out an arm for them.

“Oh, yep.” You quickly put them in my arms.

“Er…” I smiled uncertainly at you. “Thanks… I guess I’ll see you around.” I turned.

“Wait.” I stopped, half disbelieving that you were actually talking to me, and spun around slowly.

“I.” You started. “I like you. But I don’t want to start a relationship with you.”

I blinked. “W-what?”

You stood up straighter and walked closer to me. “I like you. I really do, you have really weird ideas about relationships, have a quick temper, but I still like you.” You looked seriously at me.

I couldn’t believe what you were saying. “Was that an insult or a compliment?”

“A compliment.”

“Oh.” I watched you squirm a little. Why did you suddenly tell me that? “Well. I do… I mean, I think you’re pretty cute.” I wondered if I sounded too eager. Whether you could tell that I liked you too, just that I refused to let you find out. I watched your brows furrow. Were you afraid too? But how could you be? You were so confident and cocky all the time.

Remember? It was the number one thing I hated about you.

“Anyways. I just urm. I just came to tell you that.” You said and walked quickly away. I watched you walk away, in a daze, I couldn’t believe you just said that.

“Go and talk to him!” Natalie, that eavesdropper, pushed me forward. “GO!”

“Okay!” I ran up to you. “Wait!”

You turned around slowly. Were you nervous too? Or was it my wishful thinking? Did you really let your male ego down and come talk to me? I hoped you did. “Why… Why did you come down to tell me this?”

You paused, watching me again, with those eyes I couldn’t get enough of. “I can’t stop thinking of you. I wonder what you might have thought while you were reading the book, I wonder what you might have been doing at that very moment.”

“Then let’s go out.”

“What?”

“You. And me.” I burst out impulsively, again. “You might be here for only a few more weeks. Let’s make the most of it.” I said, shocked at what I was saying, I could barely understand what I had just said. “We… We could be friends with benefits!” I laughed.

“Friends with benefits?!” You laughed incredulously.

“Oh! Not in that way! Get your mind out of the gutter!” I gently swatted you on the arm. “Let’s just date, for a while. And see how it goes from there.” Even though I was smiling on the outside, I was panicking on the inside, what was I saying! Was I crazy?! You would never agree!

“Okay.” You grinned confidently at me. Your sudden cockiness back.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I like you, and we’re young. Let’s just see how it goes from here.” You held out a hand.

Looking at it apprehensively, I asked, “Till you’re gone.”

“Let’s not talk about that.” Your hand was still stuck out, waiting for me to take it.

Slowly, I put my hand in yours. “Okay.” I smiled, “Let’s just see how it goes.”

“But…” You started out slow. “There’s a condition.”

“What?” I looked at your surprised. Wasn’t I the one who came up with the plan?

You pulled me in close and whispered. “Don’t fall in love with me.”

I couldn’t say anything to that.

I already was.

It’s been two years, and you’re there. I’m here, waiting for you. You’re due to come back in a week’s time. I figured, we’ve been emailing for so long. But we never did address the issue of how We happened. For our very last email session, I decided to commemorate it with this.

I love you. I always will. It’s pretty hard to suddenly stop loving a person you’ve loved for two years and who has been living more than 3,000 miles apart from you.

Loving you always.

Me.

I finally found the recipe of my dreams!


http://community.livejournal.com/bakebakebake/2376657.html#cutid1

then there was the Banana Bundit Cake!

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LOOKS SO YUMMY

It's September!

Which means all my favourite television shows are coming back!

Greek! Gossip Girl! Grey's Anatomy! How I Met Your Mother!

GOSH.

I AM EXCITED.

- btw. I'm at work. and I just spent US$155 on www.threadless.com T-shirts. You can kill me now. -

Anyways, because I love television so so so so much.

I shall educate you on my favourite shows.

1) Greek



The story basically runs round Casey and Rusty Cartwright and their sorority/fraternity lives. The main character, Casey, gets a little annoying after a while, and she is SOOOO indecisive. It's annoying.

The show is really awesome and funny, with tons of pop-culture references. Makes you want to join college and head to a sorority.

...

That was such a flaky, bimbo-tic review.

Let's rewrite.

Sororities and fraternities. Isn't that what most American teenagers go to college for? Get the best times of your lives, a time filled with booze, sex, booze, sex and more booze and more sex.

Greek follows the Greek lives of siblings Casey and Rusty Cartwright and their inner struggles. Like chalk and cheese, both siblings have really nothing in common. Casey, the epitome of sorority chick. She's about to take over as president and is dating the president of their brother frat. Rusty on the other hand is studying engineering in the honours programme and can't speak "cool" to save his life.

Trying to change his image, he joins the Kappa Tau's, the Greek system's wildest fraternity.

and the story rolls from there....

Season 3 is out!
31st August 2009

Check out sidereel.com or TV druggie.blogspot.com for links to the first episode: The Day After.

2) Gossip Girl



If you know nothing about Gossip Girl , you're either stupid, blind, deaf, dumb or stuck under a rock.

How can you NOT KNOW ABOUT GOSSIP GIRL!

The upper east side is running amok with over-drugged and over-sexed teenagers on the cusp of adulthood. And what's the most important thing to teenagers?

Their social lives.

Best part of it all, when you're rich, you can do the craziest things. And when you put money and social-hunting teenagers together, what do you get?

Scandals. Gossipy, rumour-dripping scandals.

Throw in a couple of teens from Brooklyn who "try to fit in" you get Gossip Girl.

The most exciting show in the planet now.

Season 3 premieres on CW September 14th. Mark your calenders!

3) Grey's Anatomy



It created waves when it first came out. The witty script, the intelligent retorts, and the heartwarming, human, stories. Of life, love and even life after death.

The on-going romance between Derek and Meredith has finally concluded and they are stepping into a life of marriage. Will this part of the storyline go to the dogs now that kids are in the picture? Cause that's how most shows go.

Could this be the last season ever for Grey's Anatomy?

George, poor, poor over-looked George. He's dead. HE'S DEAD.

And IZZY. Can Isabel Stevens be gone? Can the pretty, sweet Dr. Stevens have been felled by cancer? Say it isn't so!

Though this show is getting boring, and a bit draggy. Especially since Christina has issues with army boy. I don't know what to expect anymore.

Here's hoping the can save themselves.

Season 6 premieres September 24. Get ready!

4) How I Met Your Mother


Ted has finally reached the season where he finally MEETS THE MOTHER!

Who is the mother anyway.

And Barney and Robin are together! OH MY GOD! In the first episode, Double Dates, Marshall and Lily insist on bringing Robin and Barney out on double dates till the point where Barney and Robin wanna get rid of Marshall and Lily.

Ted, starting out in his teaching job realises he has become the "sexless innkeeper". His hot students crash at his place without even giving him a second glance. Awww... poor guy....

Hope the mother is revealed! FINALLY!

Season 5 premiers September 21. Yay for RoBarn!

and yes. I finished this entry while at work.

- ooo so bad! -

iPod playlist = your personality

PAUSE before you show off your iPod playlist to acquaintances – your taste in music may stereotype you as boring, dim and unattractive. According to new research by the University of Cambridge, people constantly make assumptions about another person’s personality, values and social class based on their preferences in music, the Telegraph reported. If your iPod playlist is filled with classical stuff, you are quiet, friendly, responsible and intelligent but unathletic, physically unattractive and dull, said the newspaper. Rock lovers are natural rebels who are emotionally unstable and thoroughly irresponsible, while pop fans are seen as conventional and calm but lacking in intelligence and wisdom. Going through a person’s iPod playlist can “reinforce stereotypes and, potentially, social prejudices”, said Dr Jason Rentfrow, as quoted by the Telegraph. Dr Rentfrow led the research at the university’s Department of Social and Developmental Psychology. The study was conducted to mark Cambridge’s 800th anniversary. “This research suggests that, even though our assumptions may not be accurate, we get a very strong impression about someone when we ask them what music they like,” he said. The group that elicit the most positive impression are jazz aficionados. They are thought to be liberals who are imaginative, peace-loving, with friendly and outgoing natures, said the Telegraph. As for rap fans, they are athletic and self-respecting but a tad disorganised and more hostile than other music lovers. And what about fanatics of electronica? Well, they are “a bit neurotic”, the study found. -my paper

Then what does my playlist say about me?

I listen to... Everything.

I even listen to music in languages I don't comprehend.

Could I be... *gasp* flaky? Maybe it means I'm fickle and flighty.

I listen to the national day songs.

Does it mean... I'm patriotic?!

WOAH! Life altering!