Homosexual Hand

A few days ago I met some friends of mine. One of them has a talent for the supernatural. She gave everyone a palm reading and checked everyone's fortune.
The interesting part is when she mentioned about another friend of mine who had a gay line.
What the hell? A gay line? Can palmistry determine your sexuality?
Well, some say it can.

Just check your hand.
Signs that say you're gay are

• the mount of Moon is developed
• and the heart line ends in the lower mount of Mars

I'm not sure what 'developed' means. I assume it's got something to do with the strength and clarity of the lines on the related area OR that the area is simply inflated or bulged.

However, if you have these signs and don't feel any hots whatsoever for members of your own sex, just relax. It can also mean that you're just plainly sensitive.

Layout

For the past days I've tried to build my own website using weebly.
It's supposed to be the easiest web builder available.
I must have been a complete idiot because I couldn't build a decent one.
Or maybe I just haven't had enough time.

So, in the end, I just took the easy way.
I searched for free templates, found this one, and have been using it since. Turns out quite nice I think (I just love cityscape at night).
Well, weebly will just have to wait.

Anyway, back to work!

Busy

I've got A LOT in my hands right now, so writing would be a privilege for the time being (no more 30 posts in 6 days I guess)...
And any time spared for my blog will be focused on working its layout.
Hope everything's back to normal soon.
Stay tuned.

Word of the Day: Snide

(adj)
1a: false, counterfeit b: practicing deception: dishonest (a snide merchant)
2: unworthy of esteem: low (a snide trick)
3: slyly disparaging: insinuating (snide remarks)

source: the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary

"I resent his snide, derogatory remarks relating to contestant's looks, personality and appearance."

Foolproof

"A common mistake people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools."

- Douglas Adams

In my first year of college, I lived with a friend of mine. We rented a house together.
He was quite smart, and he always wanted everything to be done quickly.

One day, I saw him writing a text message.
I could see that it wasn’t a regular message since it took him a long time to finish it.
So I said to him, “What are you writing?”
“A text message for Ben,” he replied. Ben is another friend of mine.
“Why do you look like you’re thinking hard?”
“Coz Ben never gives a quick answer,” he answered. “Every time I asked something to him, he always managed to ask me back before giving me the answer. Just like when I asked Lil’s phone number, remember? We texted back and forth just to be clear which Lil we’re talking about. For crying out loud, there’s only one on campus. I wasted my money just for texts.
Now, I need Jules’s number. But I’ll make sure he give me a quick answer. I’ve already written all there is to know about her. Her class, what she looks like, who she hangs out with, where she’s from, anything! There’s no way he can get out of this.”

So he sent it.
In no time, Ben’s reply came. We saw it together as he opened it.
I laughed so hard, seeing what he had written.

“WHAT FOR?”

How to Break a Tearjerker

I watched this show the other night. I’m not gonna tell you what it was, except that the show had female contestants.
At one time, a contestant was brought on the stage. And the host contacted her mother (she was from another town) via long distance call. It turned out that the mother wasn’t so keen about her daughter’s decision to move to Jakarta pursuing her dreams. At the end of the conversation, the contestant asked if she was allowed to speak to her mother. The host gave her the chance.

So she said between her sobs, “Mother, I know we’ve had our differences. But understand this; I’m doing this not only for my self, but for you. I love you and all I’ve ever wanted is to make you proud. I also want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I would not be here if it weren’t for you. Please pray for me always. I love you.”
By the time she was over the room was filled with sobs. The girl was so moving and genuine. Everyone couldn’t help but to feel for her and her love for her mother.
A moment of silence…
Then her mother replied with a loud voice,
“What? I’m sorry Darling, I can’t hear you. What did you say?

What a blower.

The Worst Song in the World

It’s Happy Birthday. Why?

Because for the birthday boy/girl it's three minutes of awkwardness filled with constant effort to stand still, do nothing, and listen coz you can’t sing with them since the song is about you, whilst keeping a smile no matter how dry your teeth it makes just for the sake of not letting anyone down, without the slightest chance to hide your face and take a break because everyone’s staring at you from every direction.

Come to think of it, maybe it’s the same for the singers. The only difference is that they get to sing.