Baby On Board

I’m still in my Simpsons craze, so in this rainy afternoon I’m listening to a very sunny song by Homer’s Barbershop Quartet (originally by the B-Sharps).  Since I don’t know HOW to put songs here, I luckily found a youtube video containing this very song although the scenes aren’t from the Simpsons, have a message to not drink and drive… but still hilarious nonetheless! HAHAHAHA!  Hope y’all like the song as much as I do.  Now quit the blabbing and start the singing.  And a one and a two and a three… Bum bum bum…

Baby on board, how I adore,
That sign on my car’s windowpane
Bounce in my step,
Loaded with pep,
‘Cause I’m drivin’ in the carpool lane.

Call me a square,
Friend, I don’t care.
That little yellow sign can’t be ignored
I’m telling you it’s mighty nice
Each trip’s a trip to paradise
With my baby on board.

Brilliant Picture!

Thanks to this funny dude who says he’ll hunt Hermione’s sex tapes, I can’t stop browsing around Pizdaus. And my find today is truly remarkable. I’m sharing it with you all. Enjoy the brilliance!

Vest(ed) Interest

When people are crazy over Homer’s Spider Pig, I am looking for this Simpsons album all my adult life, because I’ve had it in my teens and due to utter stupidity and lack of attention to personal belongings… I lost it.

People Today.

I don’t care about Dumbledore.  I just wonder what Hermione’s sex tape looks like (Wizards forbid it looks like Paris Hilton’s!).  Wish Snape has a sex tape.  Been having a secret crush on that guy.

HAHAHHAAA!

Heading Towards a Boring Future? Hm.

So let’s just say I had to read (too) many stuff about inventions lately. I couldn’t help but think: wow, people from the past were really smart. They actually invented something. Whereas we, the ones living in the so-called ‘future’, got stuck in ‘developing’ their inventions. This fact disturbed me so much that I’ve just got to spill it out to my boyfriend. Below are excerpts from our way too long discussion about this particular matter (and other stuff too). Oh, and may I remind you… every time me and him talk about these sort of things, it always develops to something really really stupid.

29

Thank You God, for the neverending blessings all throughout my 29 years of living.
Thank You for the health of both my parents.
Thank You for giving me company and love through my dearest man.
Thank You for the caring best friends, who always stand by me.
Thank You for sending new wonderful friends with big hearts.
Thank You for allowing me to work with high-quality colleagues.
Thank You for the understanding and supporting bosses.
Thank You for everything, God.

There are hopes and dreams that I’ve yet to reach,

But I am sure You hear each and every prayer of mine.

Thank You once again, God, for the colorful 29 years.

I am indeed the luckiest girl in the world 😀

Crazy. Really.

After a gruelling 12 hours… no, make it 18 hours of doing something I really don’t care about but sadly have to with gritted teeth -on what was supposed to be my holiday, I finally finished the most boring task there is on earth.

And no, I won’t say “It’s better if I watch paint dry,” to illustrate how boring the work was…

…because I discovered that there is such thing that’s worse than watching paint dry.

Let’s just say you don’t really need to know about it because I would love to explain it to you but just thinking about it made me yawn and depressed.

It’s 5.45 a.m. now, here I am… an art school graduate with a very droopy eyes and having a growing hatred to paints.

I’m seeing colored spots now.  I have to go to bed.  Or should I just put some linseed oil on those spots, create some cobalt–orange boat on a lake like Renoir did and make this dream a little bit psychedelic?

Wait, that’s what POT does.  Why aren’t I giggly?  Oh yeah, I didn’t smoke any.  Not since 1998, at the least.

Okay I’m really talking crazy now.  Gotta go to bed now.  Seriously.

This Movie Suck Ass.

This confirms my hatred towards the wanting-to-be-sophisticated-but-fails “festival” movie.  I’m not much of a film festival goer, because the experience was almost always traumatizing.  The only times I was actually entertained in a movie festival was when I went to see Amelie and The Royal Tannenbaums.  The latter is probably because I have an undying love of Ben Stiller’s comedy aside from Rob Schneider’s and Adam Sandler’s.  To me, movies are supposed to be entertaining and not depressing.

Well I’m a Hollywood comedy freak so I know there will be a lot of people who are going to really disagree with me, maybe even say that I’m just plain shallow.  Ah who cares, I’m still gonna trash this movie anyway.  And yes, with bloody spoilers, of course.

On Being Pathetic

Right.  While we are being somewhat enraged thus awaken the bitchiness that had been kept nicely for quite some time now, I want to say something else.

So aside from this blog which I classify as my English trash bin for my thoughts, I also host another blog in Indonesian which… is not much of a difference, really.  And I’ve written cynical observations about how people behave when they’re infatuated (“in love” would be so overrated) with other people.  Most of my Indonesian blog buddies read it and laugh as I intended them to… but I found (pardon my language here) very sad and pathetic searches from Google in my dashboard, that people actually look for tips on flirting and how to interpret signals from their objects of desire.

Seriously, boys and girls!

Fcuk Off Lazy Bums!

Okay, we’re still in the holiday air and I don’t mean to be rude or anything.

It’s just because I’m one of those fussy people who appreciate originality MORE than anything else in this world.  And therefore I just want to spill my guts about people who are too damn lazy to even create their own holiday greetings.  I mean, seriously dude, how could you wish a Happy Eid, or a Merry Christmas, or a Happy New Year “from the bottom of your hearts” when all you do is just forwarding other people’s previous text message after changing the footer into your own freaking name?  It’s even more rude than not saying anything at all, methinks.