http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/music/music-news/4984680/Beyonce-fans-among-least-intelligent-but-Beethoven-fans-are-cleverest.html

READ.

I laughed my ass off..!

http://musicthatmakesyoudumb.virgil.gr/

That's the researcher's site.. And also, just take a look-see:

http://booksthatmakeyoudumb.virgil.gr/

The whole intelligence coupled with taste thing is a bit weird for me. Because.. Well.. Hypothetically speaking, I should be around.. The upper-average scale of the SATs based on my tastes in music and books. SHOULD. I'm not saying 'am', actually I'm just pointing out that it just goes to show how there are always exceptions when it comes to 'grading' human beings and sticking them to categories..

*laughs and shakes head*

But seriously.. Do you think taste indicates intelligence? I mean, I know I'm a snob and I'm judgmental when it comes to books and music - but that's just because of my own rating systems. Its a bit of a moot point for me..

And yeah okay, this is based on SAT scores and stuff..

But come on..

I'm still giggling over the fact that someone was 'niat' enough to do this. Niat apa kreatif yah? Masih bingung. Hahaha.

Ah well, I don't mind being classed as intelligent. Well.. Average at least.. All hail Indie!

A couple of days ago I was alerted to the fact that I spent too much time on the internet.

But at least I'm not wasting my time. I read, I write, I faf around. Okay, fine. Maybe I am doing time-wasty thingies on the net, but that's only because I can only stare at chains for so long before I feel like I should scratch my eyes out. And no, I'm not suddenly into ropes and chains in a BDSM kinda way - I've been making a bunch of jewellery bits and bobs. Earring, necklaces and bracelets. My friends are gonna hold a garage sale, and I thought I'd contribute some bits and bobs.

God knows I need the cash :P

ANYWAY.

Sharing the crack. Yes. Here's a couple of sites that never fail to make me laugh:

Confessions of The Inadequate - Sex blog. Yes. FUNNY. It's a livejournal community of people sharing unfortunate "incidents"
Nguping Jakarta - Inspired by Overheard in New York
Not Always RIght - Brought to you by your frustrated servers
Daily Cognition - Random bits and bobs, occasionally containing the weirdest things

and finally..

Cracked - Well the name explains it all, yeah?

So.. Now that I've shared. I'm off to read some fanfics.. Another reason why I spend entirely too much time on the internet. The unlimited amount of reading to be done.. *swoon*. Yes I'm a happy birdie. :D

Seriously. I'm thrilled my cousin is married, and with a baby to boot. But dude. Leave me alone.

My itty bitty niece is cute and adorable and lalala, etc. And I'm no where near ready to have one myself. Bravo to those who are, but leave those who aren't alone, will you?

I was eating lunch with my mum and grandparents and all of a sudden they start spouting off random names of cousins I don't even remember having, who are apparently about to get married. Or are engaged. Or whatever. (Lucky for my brother and my cousin they weren't around, or they would have received an earful as well.)

Marriage is a vague idea at the back of my mind at the moment, I would like it someday.. But when exactly is at best foggy. I'm young (22 is young imho!), and still very stupid, and starting a family right now is a very very bad idea. For me. Again, bravo if you can do it!

Anyways. They start saying stuff like "You wanna wait till you're a granny to get married?", and "If you have a kid soon, we'll have an army of toddlers!".. And then mum says "Deadline for you is 25.".. Seriously..? WTF!?!?! I'm 22!! 25 us like.. in three years, and that's just way too soon. I don't even have a guy in mind.

I'm not panicking because I'm single, and my mum wants me married by 25. No. I'm pissed. I do not want to be married at a young age - some of my friends do, and kuddos to them. But HELL NO. Not me. It may have once occured to me as I was playing dumb-idiot, that I should find a rich dude and get married just so I don't have to work, but as a serious option..? Nope.

I was laughing over this with my bezzie and again with my cousin, and again with my brother a while back. But being bombarded from three different people at one time seriously sucks. I should be used to this, coming from a family who considers insults as gestures of affection. But insults - I'm used to, I think them cute. Perssuasions and threats about marriage however - not fun.

Now that I've ranted, I feel so much better. And I can kinda laugh about it a bit. But I'm still avoiding discussing this subject with The Old Ones for the forseeable future. My reflex for running away is still good!

Warning to brothermine and Cousin Dear - When Lathifa has just been around, avoid grandparents. Hang it. ANY parental figure.

I'm going to be an utter brat and moan a little about.. having too much fun! Hahaha. God, I'm in a happy mood lately! Frolicking to and fro, showering people with random bursts of song. Hee :D

It might be because its the holiday season, but I suspect its more because I haven't touched my final paper in ages. I refuse to call it 'thesis' as that's not so accurate, and 'final paper' is the closest thing word I can find in English! But yes.. Haven't touched it since.. Oh about a month ago. I really should go do something, I have to see my final-paper-slash-thesis-advisor-person (from now on, he will be known as FPSTAP!) on the 8th - FPSTAP will not be pleased, lack of progress makes FPSTAP a snarky person.

Procrastination is a bad, bad thing. But oh so fun and very addictive!

And you know what, I make fun of my brother for being in such a good mood when he has nothing to do, and being a complete arse when he has papers and job deadlines to be met. Apparently that trait runs in the family. Must come from dad. My mum is evil when she's jobless and bored.

On deviantART, Zach added : "Pretty much making fun of how any kid in the early nineties could think they're cool"

I LOL-ed as I have never LOL-ed before. Hee..

I am ashamed to say that I was once one of those kids with a pocket full of Pogs, ready to snarl and challenge my other Pog-bearing friends. Whoever thought of Pogs (and that plastic monster thingies that followed after the Pog-trend died down) must have really hated school and teachers.

For those not in the know of Pogs and slammers..

Pogs are small, round, cardboard discs, and slammers are the same - but usually heavier and usually made out of plastic. Usually you can play for keeps (as in - you win, you keep), or not. Of course, 'not' implies you have no skills and are a coward so we tended to play for keeps. Opponents stack an equal number of Pogs face down, and then you proceed to sort of.. flick.. the slammers on the Pogs. The objective is to scatter the Pogs and make them go 'face-up'. When there are no Pogs left, the winner is the one with the most Pogs, which they get to keep.

I mean, who in their right mind lets loose a very competitive game to middle school (primary school) aged kids? Oh the glorious fights.. I remember murderously staring down a friend as she beat me in a game, and vowing vengeance as she gleefully took my fave Pog. I was nice. I glared. Some of my year-mates scratched and bit, and punched and kicked. Possesive ten year olds let loose with Pogs.. *shakes head*

Ah the violence of youth. Hahaha.

But make no mistake - We were so totally cooler than PSP bearing brats. :P