My very own lolcat.

Yep, it's on ICanHasCheezburger.

Good job UK.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/hampshire/7898972.stm

It's only a matter of time before the whole world banishes them to an uninhabited island in the middle of nowhere.

This is not spam.

I came across a great website for sports fans who want to watch foreign sports games live online.

http://atdhe.net/

Now I don't know what the hell those jumble of letters stand for, and I really don't give a shit. The point is, the site airs games live. Including the likes of North American hockey, basketball, college basketball, European football (i.e. soccer), badminton, tennis, billiards. Shit man, you name it, you got it. It's all there. Thing is, if you want to watch a sports event happening across the Atlantic, you better be willing to stay up late. Really late. Actually, don't sleep at all.

I'm watching hockey games live for the first time in almost a decade. The luck ends there though, because I just so happened to discover this website right when my favourite team started going downhill. And by downhill I mean losing 8 of the past 10 games.

Entertainment on the road.

The most modern buses in Malta have flat screen televisions in them. On these TVs, Smart TV advertises by showing normal people on the bus watching television programmes like the Guiness World Records, or a football match. That would be some pretty cool entertainment while riding public transportation, but I do have one question.

Just when the fuck are programmes ever actually shown? In my 45 minute bus ride from Cirkewwa to Msida I saw the same two things on the screen, over and over again. One was of the Smart TV advert, and the other was of Peppi Azzopardi killing a couple of cockroaches and mice for some pest control company. There's only so many times I want to see Peppi take off his gas mask and nod at me. Zero times.

If I were the driver I'd just remove the flat screen and keep it at home. It'll do everyone good, that shit was torture. Smart TV isn't so smart.

A warm welcome for Cupid for once.

This is the first Valentine's Day I won't be spending alone, which means I don't have to pretend that I'm okay with being single by saying how commercialised and pointless this day is. The truth is, it's nice to dedicate a day to a special someone even more than you would normally do on any other day. And you don't have to fall victim to the commercialism that's tied with it in order to show your partner just how much you appreciate everything he or she has done for you.

So I'd like to dedicate this blog entry to my girlfriend Debs and point out how thankful I am to her for staying by my side for these past seven months, being my friend and showing daily that she really cares a lot about me.

A Happy Valentine's Day to all.

It just got even better.

Right after the announcement of Blink 182's reunion, the other pop-punk giant Green Day released some new info on their highly anticipated new album, "21st Century Breakdown". Apart from revealing the new album's name, they also revealed its artwork.

Now personally I think it looks really emo and cliche but hell, I just care about the music. The album itself will be divided into three acts: "Heroes And Cons", "Charlatans And Saints", and "Horseshoes And Handgrenades". To me that sounds like American Idiot Part II, so it's evident that they're not going to return to their old roots as was hoped by some.

2009 looks like it's going to be dominated by the revival of pop-punk, as The Offspring will be touring America in support of their latest album "Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace".

As if this wasn't enough, something very unexpected just very recently happened. A band, who at one point had the world in its hands, has reformed to tour and record a new album. You'll never guess who. Ok maybe you did. I'm talking about Limp Bizkit. Yes, Wes Borland and Fred Durst have set aside their differences, stating that they "were more disgusted and bored with the state of heavy popular music than [they] were with each other".

I think... I jizzed in my pants.

Bon appétit.

When I used to watch cartoons as a little kid I used to see the food cartoon characters ate as really delicious-looking. Like, I wanted to try eating exactly what they ate to get that orgasmic effect they depicted on the screen.

Take Winnie the Pooh for example. The way he rolls around with that damn pot of "hunny" slurping loudly and going "yum yum" every two seconds.

Look at that tasty shit.

So naturally, being the annoying kid with the mullet I was, I begged my mom to let me try some honey. My first impression was that it looked nothing like in the cartoon. Real honey's like, transparent-y gold, while the animated version is obviously a plain shade of yellowish gold. But that didn't stop me. I grabbed a spoon, dunked it in the jar and rammed it in my mouth.

I gagged. Ran to the toilet. And threw up. I was so disappointed that I never looked at Winnie the Pooh again without thinking about what a betraying bastard he was.

Another example was the great Bugs Bunny. Those carrots looked so crunchy and delicious that Warner Brothers made them look like Cheetos rather than carrots. I grabbed a carrot from the fridge and bit off a large chunk.

Mmm dirt. The taste of soil still haunts me to this day.

Definitely not Cheetos.

There were times in other cartoons where the character would simply suck clean the meat from a drumstick. In real life you get all that nasty shit with the veins and goo and whatnot. A juicy steak never portrayed the annoyances of the outer fat. Everything from vegetables to meat to fruit looks a lot more delicious when it's animated.

Parents are always upset with their children for not eating their greens. Well, I say blame the cartoons for tricking these kids and leaving them with permanent childhood disappointment which only subsides after ten years when you finally decide to put the past behind you and try to eat your broccoli.

The best news in music history.

February 8, 2009 is the day every single Blink-182 fan has been waiting for since early 2005. At Sunday’s 51st Annual Grammy Award Ceremony, all three members of Blink-182 were reunited on stage for the first time in over four years to present the award for Best Rock Album. Coldplay won for "Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends" and that’s all well and good, but the real news came just moments before when the band took the stage.

In response to the performance by the Jonas Brothers and Stevie Wonder right before them, co-lead vocalist and bassist Mark Hoppus joked, "Isn’t it great to see the Jonas Brothers and Stevie Wonder back together again?" Drummer Travis Barker then added, "We used to play music together, and we decided to play music together once again." Excitedly, Hoppus yelled, "Blink-182 is back!"

But if that wasn’t proof enough, the band decided to make things a little more official and released the following statement on their website:

"Hi, we're blink-182. This past week there've been a lot of questions about the current status of the band, and we wanted you to hear it straight from us. To put it simply, we're back. We mean, really back. Picking up where we left off and then some. In the studio writing and recording a new album. Preparing to tour the world yet again. Friendships reformed. 17 years deep in our legacy. Summer 2009. Thanks and get ready..."

The last new music we’ve heard from the Blink-182 was 2003’s self-titled album. The last time the band performed together was on December 16, 2004. Since splitting up in 2005, bassist Mark Hoppus and drummer Travis Barker created Plus 44 while guitarist Tom Delonge founded Angels & Airwaves along with former Box Car Racer band mate David Kennedy.

So where does this leave the projects that Mark, Tom, and Travis have been working on since taking a break from Blink-182? Plus 44’s future is still uncertain; however, Mark Hoppus spoke with MTV last month and informed them that both he and Travis Barker are working on their own solo projects. Also, guitarist David Kennedy of Angels & Airwaves reassured fans that while Blink-182 is coming back, Angels & Airwaves will live on and that this "will be a good creative year."

Courtesy of Ultimate-Guitar.com

Perseverance.

Because no matter how many times you try, sometimes your best just will never be enough.

You're welcome.

No matter who I'm with, people always say the same thing when we're on the Gozo Channel ferry. You know how the automated message on the speakers thanks us for choosing to use Gozo Channel's services? The whole message is like 5 minutes long, but everyone will only notice and comment on the last part, when we're thanked. That's when everyone says the same thing.

And I'm going to say it again.

"They thank us for using Gozo Channel, yet in reality we use their services because we don't really have any other choice. They should start thanking us when they actually get some, you know, competition."

Now imagine one day you're on the ferry and your friend says that. The next time you're on, your dad says that. The next time it's another friend. Then you're uncle. Then some priest. Then some friend's uncle.

It's not funny anymore, we get it.

Surprise.

I left the equivalent of a wig on the hairdresser's floor.

25 random things

about me. This was copied from the Facebook thing that's popular with my friends right now.

And we're off.

1. If I had never moved to Malta I'd probably be a professional ice hockey player today.

2. I had a mullet from around the ages 8-10.

3. I'm 100% straight but I fully support gay rights.

4. Contrary to popular belief, I did NOT cry to the movie Titanic. I merely said that the song softened me up.

5. My mom banned my brother and I from watching Power Rangers after we fought so much when we were young.

6. I haven't officially been sick in at least 3 years.

7. I still bite my nails and I don't know what the hell is wrong with that as long as I don't bite them too short.

8. I like racist jokes as long as they're all in good heart, I'm not a racist whatsoever and I'd only say racist jokes with people who I know would not be offended and who understand that it's for the sake of a laugh among friends.

9. Sometimes I wish I could take up stand-up comedy, after being influenced so much by a number of comedians.

10. I think body modification is a great way for someone to express himself as an individual, and I plan on getting a lot more tattoos than the three I already have.

11. The first reason I chose to study business subjects from form 3 onwards was that I enjoyed picturing myself as a successful businessman in a suit driving a Mercedes.

12. I like Limp Bizkit, they were one of the first bands I ever listened to, even if I don't listen to them as much anymore. Sue me.

13. As a little boy, my favourite sound was a marching drum beat.

14. I'm extremely afraid of large masses of water, e.g. the ocean, sea, lakes. The reason? I watched Jaws when I was 8. And I love shark attack movies.

15. I believed in Santa Clause up until the age of 10. I never forgave my parents letting me learn the hard way.

16. I never went to pre-school. My parents wanted me to go straight to kindergarden so that, when we'd move to Malta, I'd be the same age as the Maltese students (there's an age difference of one year between America and Europe). But then I went to another school and they didn't let me stay a year younger than everyone else so I had to repeat the 4th grade in America. Now I'm a year older than my fellow students here in Malta, and I just tell everyone that I had to repeat a year when I moved to Malta to avoid the hassle of telling them what I just said now.

17. I hate being a hypocrite but sometimes I am one without wanting to.

18. I believe in God but I don't go to church because it's redundant and meaningless to chant the same shit over and over again every Sunday like a bunch of zombies who don't even know what they're actually saying.

19. I remember being scared shitless the first time I drank a beer. I was afraid of being drunk because I didn't know what it was like. It was with a few staff members from the first restaurant I ever worked at, but they couldn't tell I was scared.

20. I'm a Tom DeLonge when it comes to playing guitar. I don't play anything technical but I believe that I play what I know to play pretty well, and I doubt I'll ever proceed from playing power chords and simple yet catchy riffs.

21. I grew up watching Jerry Springer, Maury Povich, the Simpsons, wrestling and hockey. I still believed wrestling was real until the age of 10. Watching the Maury show made me realise that cheating on your partner is probably the worst thing you could ever do. The second worst thing is presenting yourself on the Jerry Springer show.

22. I've been obsessed with growing a goatee since 2003, when I first got into Linkin Park. Bad luck struck twice, the first time when I cut my chin which left a scar, the second time when I realised that the goatee was never going to straighten out no matter how many times I shaved it.

23. I love blogging, and I hope that someday, somehow, the returns (i.e. rewards, earnings, whatever) of my blogging will be greater than they are today.

24. I'm an extremely heavy sleeper. I could sleep at 8pm and wake up at noon the following day.

25. I love cats... and dachsunds!

Bathroom art II.

Behold, this is not a giant lollipop. Nope, it's our orange, green and brown showerhead. I think I'll call it... The Lollipop.

Second half.

There are three things which get you right back into the university lecture spirit after two weeks of exams:

• More lectures to cram in your timetable. Which is actually quite good for me because it means less time wasted in between lectures. And my Fridays are apparently (not 100% sure yet though) still going to be completely free.
• Clashes of subjects in timetable. I signed up for this subject worth 4 credits to add to my existing 56 credits in order to get the required total of 60. Thing is, it clashed with another one of the subjects, so I have to move the other subject to another day. And to do that, I have to move yet another subject to another time so that I can fit in the clashing subject in order to attend the extra subject.
• Lecturers not showing up and not informing us beforehand. Yep, out of the 6 lectures I expected to attend today, the last 3 never happened. As enjoyful as that sounds, I would have rather known about it before than not knowing about it, leading to over an hour wasted at the campus waiting for nothing.

Yes I'm back, but I'm sure you didn't really miss me much.

Hibernation.

Remember last week when I said I'll be taking a couple of days off until I found something to write about? Well that didn't really count 'cause I started blogging as normal right after. But now I shall do it 'till like Monday or something. Yes my exams are finished, but I need the creative juices to get flowing again.

Bathroom artwork.

If there's anything all three of us at the flat have in common, it's the reluctance to throw stuff out due to laziness. So we made the best of it and, for some reason, creativity is at its best in the bathroom (e.g. toilet prank, viewing booth). Here's the latest strike of genius to hit the infamous room.

Within a couple of months we'll be holding the record for the largest structure of its kind ever. And the record for the laziest people ever.

Berets and Baguettes.

Step 1: Go on Google.
Step 2: Type "French military victories".
Step 3: Click on "I'm feeling lucky".
Step 4: Click the link you're provided with.
Step 5: Say to yourself, "Hey, Malta wasn't that bad after all."

I wonder why Russell Peters never mentions the French. Or maybe he does. Time for some YouTube.

This is the only time

that a straight guy can be proud of owning something pink.

Unless you're this guy -

No dessert for you.

Ever wonder how your relatives, especially your parents, grandparents and aunts, always cook twice as much food as there's needed? And that they expect everyone to eat mammoth proportions for every course out of a 3-4 course meal? No matter how much you eat, they'll always think it's not enough. The funny thing is, they'll barely eat a fourth of what you eat and they'll say they can't possibly have another bite. Today my parents made two dishes of lasagne. Two. They had to freeze a whole one.

On another topic, I want to quote my friend Luke on something he said yesterday -


"Nothing is American... unless it's made in China."

The scum of the Earth.

Looks like I got inspired quickly. By something that's been bothering me for quite some time now, it just never occurred to me that I should blog about it.

This is going to be the most hate-filled rant I will ever write in this blog, because nobody on this planet can instill as much hatred in me as the members of the Westboro Baptist Church can.


The Westboro Baptist Church is based in Kansas, U.S.A. and focuses on taking the Bible literally and showing extremely high intolerance to homosexuality. They do this by waving slogans saying things like "God hates fags", "God hates America", "Thank God for dead soldiers" - the last one which was being used at funeral protests of fallen U.S. soldiers who, according to these sons of bitches, were "fag enablers" by fighting for America.


Imagine you're at a funeral, mourning the loss of a loved one, and this hate group comes by and starts shouting and saying how glad they are that he's dead. I swear to God I'd unveil a hidden shotgun and blow all their fucking heads off, even if I end up spending my life in prison or with a death sentence.

How these people think that they're capable of judging the rest of mankind is beyond me. Portraying God as a hateful leader who only favours them is ridiculous.

Well fuck you, Fred Phelps, you and the rest of your redneck family. Screw your anti-homosexuality, anti-Semitic, anti-Catholicism, anti-Islam, anti-Italian, anti-Swedish, anti-Irish (I'm not making these up) and anti-everything else in the whole damn world. You're by far the most hated family in America, and I'd enjoy blowing your head off in no time.

Writer's block. This time, for real.

Must be due to the exams and other bull, like losing my ID card and frustration from the delayed approval for my car insurance. So, instead of forcing myself to write some lame entry for the sake of writing something (wait, I'm doing that right now aren't I?), I'm just going to chill out for a couple of days until the exam "stress" dies down and I get inspired again.

Here, have a chat with this nice llama in the meantime.

I live with a couple of pussies.

They're always together, all the time. Day in and day out, it's the same thing over and over again. Where one goes, the other follows. What one does, the other copies. It's like one just can't cope without the other. Not that they do much anyway, everyday they do the same stuff, which is hardly anything.

It impressed me so much that I took a few photos of them doing what they do best, and they were so concentrated on doing what they do so often that they hardly even paid attention to me as I took the pictures.

Which is why I present to you, in all their shame...

...Salt and Pepper.

What, you didn't think I was referring to anyone else, did you?

Cleaning out the closet. Literally.

Have you ever checked the garage where your parents dumped all the old junk (I doubt your place has an attic), or an storage abandoned room and thought, "What the fuck is all this crap they used back then"?

Back in the day the junk was everyday normal stuff. Now they're all outdated and useless. So it makes one wonder, what do we use today that end up in the garage ten years from now? Imagine when you grow up and have a family of your own, you check out what trash you have and you find a Nintendo Wii, or an iPod, completely workable, but just outdated, sitting there with a thick layer of dust and maybe a dead moth on it.

Generation after generation has thought that nothing could possibly be better than the technology and commodities of its time, and each time it has been disproved. I wonder what video games, transport, PCs and mp3/mp4 players will be like when I'm 70 or 80. I'll be saying to my grandchildren, "Back when I was a kid we had iPods and Playstation 3s, not your hovering cars and mp7 players crap!"

Actually, when my generation grows old, the elderly will still have just as much knowledge as the younger generations, knowing just as well how to use computers and have the same interest in technology. Unless, of course, something else comes along, which surpasses everything beyond our knowledge, even more complex than what we're accustomed to, and we're stuck like our own grandparents, but instead of doing whatever the hell they do, we dish out our old iPods while the younger kids laugh at us.

Celebrate the end of your exams.

Mine aren't really exams, they're just tests which don't count for anything. But if you're currently doing exams which make you want to tighten that noose you set up in your room around your neck, relax and chill out with this:

Now that's my kind of lineup.

Tearjerker.

After seeing virtually everything there is to see on the internet (which is untrue, some new shit will spring up in no time), it takes a lot for a picture to emotionally strike me. However when it's related to war - more specifically, related to the losses one must suffer due to war, I feel that nothing can be as powerful as that image you see before you.

Like this one.

http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k7/Chris_Red/2007300819203863sj3.jpg?t=1232036107

Forming the ultimate band.

I get first dibs on the ukulele. Anyone wanting to play harmonica, kazoo or banjo contact me.

Sick sick sick.

Carsickness, seasickness, airsickness, we all know what those mean.

So how come when we want to say the opposite in other situations we use terms like "homesick" and "lovesick"? 'Cause when you break it down and analyse it, "homesick" kind of sounds like you're sick of being at home. It should be "away-from-homesick", but I guess the lazy bastards who developed the English language didn't feel like saying all of that.

And then there's the use of "sick" for showing that something is positive, e.g. "That's sick!" = "That's so rad/cool!". I myself say it sometimes, I admit. It's cool.

That's all I have to say about it, really. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this.

Here's a round for everyone.

So in Russell Peters' new DVD "Red, White & Brown", he passes a joke about how white people show that they're not cheap by buying everyone a beer.

He made such a good point by it that it makes me just want to say, You know what? I'm cheap, fuck off, I'm not buying the whole damn place a beer. It's not that I'm not nice, I'm just cheap. You can buy me a drink, I'll appreciate it, but don't expect me to buy you one right after.

If you're one of my best friends or my girlfriend, sure I'll get you a drink or two, but if I pass by a table of eight, six, or even four, don't even think about it. And let me tell you why, it's because I really feel that everyone does it so that they don't look cheap.

Well guess what. I'm cheap and I don't need to prove otherwise to anyone. Deal with it.

We'll make you feel right at home.

Because nothing is more convenient than our bathroom.



Especially when you have little plastic figurines paying to look at you the whole time you're in there.

You'll have the occasional Jo joining them every now and then.

That's how it would look from their view. Don't worry, I was just posing. For the record, I have my own "weird guy with the crazy stare and big forehead" (as described by Luke, referring to Mark Hoppus) looking back at them.


I'd like to draw the conclusion of this entry with a picture of an Indian man with titties. In a canoe.

Dancer? Denser? What are you saying, man?

Everyone's heard the song. Voted Best Song of 2008 by readers of Rolling Stone, the first single "Human" from The Killers' new album has got everyone singing those 2 lines: "Are we human?/ Or are we dancer?" while thinking "It's dancer, right? It doesn't make sense to me but hell, it sounds like dancer!"

The lyrics stirred up so much confusion that it even has its own section in Wikipedia now:

There has been considerable confusion and debate over the line "Are we human or are we dancer?" in the song's chorus. Many have incorrectly heard "denser" instead of "dancer", a change which significantly alters the interpretation of the song's meaning. On the band's official website, the biography section states that Flowers is singing "Are we human, or are we dancer?" and also says that the lyrics were inspired by a disparaging comment made by Hunter S. Thompson.

Entertainment Weekly's Pop Watch section called this line the "silliest lyrics of the week". They were puzzled by the interpretation, stating "most dancers are generally human". Ganz with Rolling Stone called the line "classic Killers' nonsense."

In an interview with Rolling Stone, Flowers said that he was irritated over the confusion: "It's supposed to be a dance song, [the beat] goes with the chorus...If you can't put that together, you're an idiot. I just don't get why there's a confusion about it."

Well, Mr. Flowers, I guess I'm an idiot. Me and a few million others. Despite stating where you got the inspiration from I still don't know shit about "Are we DANCER?". Even if it's metaphorical, shouldn't it be "dancers"? I know it must make sense in some way, so come on and tell us how.

The results are in.

Yes, after a week and a whopping 19 votes - okay, I cheated... 18 votes - it has come to a conclusion that most of you (42%) check out the blog when I inform you of it. Which proves my point that in order to get views, you need to spread the word yourself.

I shall make another poll which will last exactly a week like the first one, so check the right of your screen.

Nom nom nom.

We baptized my baby sister Anabel today. Quiet little ceremony, just the family with my uncle, a priest, celebrating mass.

And what does that mean? A hearty meal at an expensive restaurant right after! The place is called Iċ-Ċima ("Cheema", don't ask me what the fuck that means), and it's situated in Xlendi. A ground floor and a first floor with a nice view, which you can reach by means of a lift.

The menu didn't really have the greatest variety in the world (but then again, not every restaurant should make pizzas and hamburgers), but they sure know how to decorate what they make. The most presentable food I've ever seen. When you order a soup they decorate the surface with grated cheese in the form of a giant cobweb. And that shit takes some talent.

They have the largest plates I've ever seen as well. And I mean they're totally bigass. My bread-encased mushroom fondu (yeah, you don't see that often here) was like, half a Maltese loaf of bread. That was the starter. Then the peppered fillet was the size of my fist but it was LOADED with pepper sauce and potatoes on the side.

So, if you want to go somewhere with a view, particularly in the summer, and you have a full purse but an empty stomach, this place is for you. The food's all good, the presentation is great, the staff is nice, and the money is worth it. You pay big, but you eat big.

Checkmate.

All these neverending wars. Wouldn't it be better if two countries battled it out in a more enjoyable way for all, say, I dunno, an epic chess battle between each country's best chess player? Winner wins the war for his country. Or a football match. Or a virtual war online. So much less bloodshed. Although if you were representing your country and you lost, you'd have your balls cut off by your own people.

It's still a case of one country beating the shit out of the other, but not literally. I hate having to keep seeing pictures of bloody children crying and men holding dead babies. Fuck your wars and the "threats" you see. Fuck your patriotism and your pride. And fuck you for fucking other people's lives.

A comical and serious blog entry in one.

Yesterday, Today, or Tomorrow.

So let's say you have an exam coming up, and you're in one of the groups that will take this exam. Each group will have a different exam date, and your group will be the first to go.

In this group you will find two types of people. The first type will say "Good, we're the first, I'll get it over with quickly and I can move on." The second type will say "Shit, oh fuck shit no, why do WE have to be first, can't we do it later?"

Life is full of experiences which are not so desirable, but you'll know about them beforehand. An exam, a doctor's apppointment, a date with that girl your grandmother keeps telling you about, and so on. Now personally, I think time is the key, in which the sooner you're over it, the better. Others will prefer to prolong the time it takes for that Godforsaken day to arrive, and I really don't get why. The shit's going to happen whether you like it or not, so just let the doctor examine your ass and get it over with. There really is no advantage in extending the time length for D-day.

So you're the first to do the exam, with a few others. The others groups will have the comfort in learning how the exam was from you, but in the end, when they're doing the exam, you'd have already been in Hawaii for a week. You'll be thinking, "What exam? Oh that shit, that's long gone, I forgot I even did it!" and you know those motherfuckers are crying their asses off in the examination hall, cursing you for getting a full body massage while they're trying to figure out what the hell the answer to the Poission Distrubtion question is.

Someone spare me a few bucks.

I need to buy one of these sexy beasts. I might go with the '98 Civic, seeing that it probably has the cheapest price tag. The Mazda M3 is a close second though. The other two, well I'll just have wet dreams about them.

Learn 4 chords and become a millionaire.

A warm welcome back from Malta.

I'm not exactly a keen photographer but, to give you the idea of what the hell's going on in the pictures, I had to trudge through water almost knee-deep because the bus couldn't pass through it.

It's good to be back.

Engrish by people who speak English.

In a country where English is one of the national languages, you'd expect its people to actually know the basics of English grammar. Below is a list of the most common yet easily avoidable grammar mistakes in the English language made by people who, if not speak English in person, use English online all the time.

• Writing "loose" instead of "lose". "Loose" generally means the opposite of tight. People normally want to say "lose", i.e. the opposite of win or the act of misplacing something.
• Switching "you're" with "your". "You're" is short for "you are". "Your" refers to when something belongs to you.
• Mixing up "they're", "there" and "their". "They're" = They are. "There" = e.g. There they are; There is. "Their" = When something belongs to them.
• Adding an apostrophe in a word's plural form. Two balls. Not two "ball's".

Those are just a few but some of the most common grammar mistakes found on the Internet. Call me a grammar Nazi, but we learned this stuff right after we stopped wearing diapers. So get them right.

A new feature.

Yes, it's there on the right panel and it's called a poll. I just discovered these so-called "gadgets", and learned that, more often than not, they don't even work properly. You have 7 days (seven daaaaaaays) to vote, please do so, I'm interested in how often you like to waste time reading my online blabbering.

How to successfully maintain a blog.

At first I was going to call this "How to maintain a successful blog", but who am I to say that my blog is actually successful? Anyway, I noticed that there are people out there who like the idea of blogging, but refrain from doing so for certain reasons. Also, there are others who started a blog and, well, abandoned it in its wee beginning. So, based on my amateur experience of 3 months worth of blogging, I've compiled a list of useful tips which I think should all be necessary for being a good blogger.

• Be devoted. Before you start blogging, make sure you really want to keep doing this in the long run, because a lot of blogs tend to have "Epic Phail" written all over them after a couple of entries followed by abandonment. It really doesn't take much of your time, 15-30 minutes a day should be plenty of time. You don't even have to blog every single day, but avoid long intervals.
• Know your blog. A lot of people are afraid to start blogging or abandon their blog early because they don't know what to write about. This can go one of two ways, in my opinion - either dedicate your blog to something specific, like for example video games or football, or have very general blog, like mine. Having a specific blog is easy, especially if you're really into the subject. I'll give tips about general blogs in the following points.
• Be easily inspired and expand simple ideas. Knowing what to write about shouldn't be a daily nerve-racking experience as you stare in front of the computer screen. Let random thoughts that come to your mind during the day be your source of inspiration. It can be about virtually anything. Usually however, literally writing down a random thought wouldn't take up more than a sentence or two. So take that thought, analyse it, build up on it and form an expanded topic from it.
• Don't just write about your daily experiences everyday. Come on, your personal life isn't that interesting, we all know that. It isn't any different from any life of your peers, so no one wants to read predictable and redundant stuff. Especially when every single day is the same. If, however, you battled a T-Rex using a light sabre handcrafted by Chuck Norris while he was arm-wrestling Bigfoot, then yeah, you might want to choose that day to write about what you did in the past 24 hours.
• Don't use the same old formula for your posts. Let me use my own blog as an example. Entries I write include random discussable thoughts, reviews on music albums, movies and books, and personal experiences. This also applies for specific blogs. Don't just write about your favourite team's game results. Write about the team history one day, statistics about a player another day, find a random interview the next, and so on. In both types of blogs (specific and general), throw in a different entry format for every day.
• Exploit the use of multimedia. This is the Internet. Use that to your advantage and include video clips, pictures, and audio clips in blog entries. Spice it up a bit, no one wants to just see entry after entry of non-stop text.
• Acknowledge the reader. The reason you're blogging in the first place is so that others can read what you have to say. Without them, you're wasting your time. Sure you're getting your thoughts out but it's much more effective when you know others are actually paying attention to what you're saying. Write about topics which can be discussed, criticised, used for reference, etc. If the reader suggests subjects to talk about, take them into consideration for your next entry. Reply to comments with your own comments.
• Promote your blog. Do a bit of advertising, get the word out. Don't spam the hell out of everyone, just post a link on your Facebook/Myspace/Hi5 profile, inform your readers of updates, and ask your friends to tell others about it. With a bit of time, your fan base will grow. Also, get in touch with other bloggers, they'll surely help you out.

Well that's it from me, I think I just about covered everything you need to know when it comes to starting your own blog. For those about to blog, I salute you. Good luck, and adios.

Don't take it for granted.

Apart from the holidays where you sleep during the day and stay up all night, it's very rare to be able to sleep in. Sleeping in is, by far, one of the best feelings in the world. The worst feeling in the world, on the other hand, is hearing that goddamn alarm at 6.30 in the morning when you're in a deep slumber after staying up till 2am the previous night.

So here's what you ought to do, you ungrateful nitwits. The next time you sleep in and wake up at 1 in the afternoon, relax in bed and say "I will cherish this awesome moment in time, a moment so rare yet so great that I will not take it for granted." Because the next day, right after you throw your alarm clock at the wall at 6.30am, you're going to hate yourself for not realising just how awesome sleeping in really was the day before.

Oh Lord how I love my bed.

Twenty-o-nine.

I've been thinking about this for years. A century ago the year would have been "nineteen-o-nine". It had been pronounced the same since, well since forever, up until the millenium. Then some fucker decided to call it "two-thousand". Two-thousand? Why not "twenty-hundred"?

When you refer to the 20th century you call it the "nineteen-hundreds". So how are you going to refer to this one, hmm? So yeah, and saying for example "the year two-thousand, one hundred and ninety-six" doesn't sound very promising.

The new movie "2012" should be pronounced "twenty-twelve". You know how fast that is to say? Twenty-twelveWHOOSH!you're done. Two-thousand and twelve, pshh come on.

Hi, nice to meet you, I like to exaggerate and talk about little things in my own spare time.

2009 is actually over. Sort of.

First off, a happy new year to you. Hope you enjoyed your evening and actually remembered what happened by not getting utterly wasted to the point of having to get escorted by members of the Red Cross (yes Josmar, you wanted an honourable mention in my blog, now you got it).

At lunch today my uncle came up with the argument that we're not really in the year 2009, because technically 2009 years have already passed. We're merely adding days to those 2009 years as this year goes on, so we're in the 2010th year.

I don't exactly know how that's really interesting. Or how it's even a valid argument. I'm not quite sure. I think it's more entertaining to just imagine a wasted Josmar getting escorted by the Red Cross.

EDIT: Okay so Josmar didn't really get wasted to the point of needing Red Cross help (unreliable sources). But still, let's just imagine he did anyway for the lulz.