My sister went on a trip with my cousin to Taiwan.

Guess what she brought back from the island of fashion and food.

BEDBUGS.

Wretched, stinky, parasitic BEDBUGS.

I spotted some of them crawling around. Thinking they were fleas, I went to shave Scruffy and checked for intruders. I found nothing.

My worst fears were realized when I found them making our beds their home. Dark bodies clustered together. MY blood coursing through their stupid bodies. It's a sight you never, EVER, want to behold again.

It was late at night when I discovered them. We had run out of insecticides. So we came up with various methods to get rid of the pests.

1. Burning


I grabbed all the lighters I could find in the house and started burning the bedbugs and their stupid baby nymphs away. It was crazy because the moment fire came close to them, the bedbugs scattered in all directions. A more disgusting version of this.

2. Waxing


So the lighter fuel ran out, and we panicked. Smart me forced a few last sparks from the lighter and lit up two candles. Sometimes I'm thankful I'm one of those people who stupidly fork out $10 each a candle for charity. It's karma. I do good things, and good things like candles happen to me. So. You never know when that $2 bookmark for charity might save your life.

Anyway. I was using the heat from the candle to burn off the scampering idiots, but was having trouble following their escape route. Smarter lil sis suggested we pour wax on them. We'd found a perfect method of eradication!

***

It was 4am and I was too exhausted to do anything else. We crawled to the couch and slept. Woke up to Mum screaming about how filthy and cluttered we were so we deserved the bugs.

Before you finish off this entry, I'd like to sing a lullaby to you...

"Good night, sleep tight.. Don't let the bedbugs bite.."

You were planning to enrol in Sifford English Language School.

Write a complaint letter to the management regarding their sign. Mention why you were at the school, where and when you saw the sign, and what was wrong with it. Describe how you feel about the sign, how it made you feel about the school and explain why you feel that way.

Q: Why do Singaporeans love to complain?
A: Because we are taught how to do so from young.

I was teaching my Secondary One kid about Situational Writing (English) when I came across this question. I thought it was pretty funny and spent about one minute giggling to myself.

I stopped in mid-giggle when my kid asked:

"So, 'cher... What's wrong with the sign, ah??"

My father has always been a temperamental person. Although he has somewhat mellowed over the years, there are times when he explodes with anger and has his bouts of adult tantrums.

The day before, he was in alot of pain, which stoked his temper. He flared up at my mum and blamed her for the high temperature in his ward. He demanded that she turn down the aircon. , which obviously she had no control over.

His second unreasonable request, was to demand my mum to hand his phone over. She refused because he was too weak for anything and needed lots of rest.

She must have been exasperated, because she asked me to "talk sense into your dad".

That was weird, at least for me, because Mum and Dad are closer than I ever will be to him: Sometimes when I visit him in the hospital, I run out of things to say.

"So, why do you need your phone again, Daddy?" I asked. "Need.. to switch off alarm.. Will ring automatically," he muttered. "Mummy says you are not allowed to touch it. I'll do it for you." I said firmly and he nodded.

So I went back to report to my mother, who was very surprised, given my father's stubbornness. I think he must have given her quite a hard time when she refused to give him his phone.

From then on, I was appointed as the bearer of bad news. No phone, no cigarettes, just because "your father listens to you".

Wow. My father listens to me. I don't know how to describe the feeling. Like I'm ten times more grown up, that he places trust in my words. The revelation that it's time for me to take care of my parents and return the favour.

It was kinda cool. Yet daunting at the same time. But still, cool.


Thank you all for the sweet comments regarding my father. Was really touched and I appreciate every one who sent hugs via your words.

This post was drafted some time ago. I edited it many times, trying to set the tone the way I wanted it to be, but just couldn't get it. Sometimes it was too sombre, other times it sounded too chirpy.

There. I did it. I deleted the draft, and started all over.

Like I always say, it's weird how things have a way of coming round to people. I always thought I'd be the last person to have a parent battling cancer.

It began with frequent return trips to the doctor. Then, the X-rays. Not too long ago, the doctors found polyps on Dad's colon. They thought it'd be fine. But it wasn't because they found a large polyp growing. So an operation date was set.

Everything just happened in a blur. I've tried to continue living life the way it was, but it's tough knowing at the back of my mind, I'm enjoying life while Dad's lying on the hospital bed plagued with stomachaches.

A sudden dawning also struck me: that one major illness can turn the whole family topsy-turvy. More on that later.

My exams are in a few days, actually. But I've spent the last couple of weeks at the hospital, my books untouched. If you know me, I'm extremely anal when it comes to deadlines. I planned my study schedule meticulously and now it's all ruined, so I find no drive in taking exams. I think I might give up my exams altogether. I hope not.

OK I know I'm rambling. I'm yanking globs of my thoughts at different areas and putting them together in a blog post. Funny. In reality, this is kinda how I feel. Distorted.

Like someone cut my life into jigsaw pieces, messed the pieces up, and left me alone to fix it.

I'm very ashamed to say this.

But.

I kinda think this guy is cute.



DAMN.

Synopsis:
Mei is a modern, independent Chinese woman. She runs her own business in Beijing, working as a private investigator; she owns a car; she even has that most modern of commodities, a male secretary.

One day, 'Uncle' Chen - no relation but a close friend of her mother's - comes to Mei with a case to investigate. He asks her to find the Eye of Jade, a Han dynasty artefact of great value. The Eye of Jade was taken from its museum during the years of the Cultural Revolution when Red Guards swarmed the streets, destroying many remnants of the past.

Mei's investigations reveal a story that has far more to do with the past, and her own family history, than she could ever have expected.

I have a soft spot for Asian translated books. They're always so rich in culture, so mesmerizing, so fresh. (eg: Su Tong's "Rice")

So when I picked up Diane Wei Ling's "The Eye of Jade" at a book fair, I was delighted in anticipation of a good read.

Worst. Book. Ever.

Firstly, I don't think it's a translated book. I skimmed through some lines before I made my purchase, thinking that it was. Based on her biography, I believe the author wrote it entirely in English but tried to imitate the flavour of award-winning translated texts - and failed terribly.

She also uses the worst similes ever. I cringe whenever I come across them. The book's opening sentence: "In the corner of an office in an old-fashioned building in Beijing's Chongyang distrct the fan was humming loudly, like an elderly man angry at his own impotence."

I SHOULD HAVE CHECKED THE FIRST SENTENCE LIKE I ALWAYS DO BEFORE I BUY ANY BOOK.

Another random sentence I found: "Uncle Chen gasped for air like an insect trapped in a spider's web." GRRRRR!!!

Next, based on the book's synopsis, I was pretty sure that the main focus of the book would be the investigation that the character Mei had taken up.

Instead, it was a mishmash of family drama, mystery, love, life in modern China.... Like the book, I was drifting in and out of focus during my read.

I can't believe I finished the book; it was so bad. I can't believe it got OK reviews on the net either - Or am I the one with really bad taste?

Bah. I'm feeling extremely disgruntled now. Anyone has better books to recommend?

Mum: I bought you a game.

Dad: What is this?

Mum: Soo-do-cool.

Mum: It's very good. It helps you sleep.

It's 2 AM.

The reason why I'm online at this unearthly hour is because...

...I WAS WAITING FOR MALAYSIAN DREAMGIRLS' VIDEO UPLOADS.

There. I said it.

It's been over an hour, and still only Part One is out. HMPH!

I was going through my photos and saw this picture of me, Ringo and Suet while they were in Singapore. So I went to watch Malaysian Dreamgirls and I'm feeling like this --> >:( because they didn't let Ringo share her learning experience on the Breakfast Show! They cut her off just like that to make way for commercial time.

Gosh I'm such an addict. And oh, since they're going to take Miss Singapore Universe 2008 off the air, they should stream it online as a substitute media. Because people like me will follow the series crazily.

I'm Singaporean and I turn on Malaysian Dreamgirls every Thursday and Saturday. 'Nuff said!

P/S: I don't know why I look so drunk in the pictures. Ha!

P/P/S: Anyone know any way I can vote for my Dreamgirl?

P/P/P/S: My sms vote to Malaysian Dreamgirls got through! (Not very sure if it works 100% though.)

If you are overseas and would like to vote for Malaysian Dreamgirls, please send your code to +6012 33001 (MAXIS) or +6019 33001 (CELCOM)

Timtam has been complaining about my blog template.

He says it was too left, and made his eyes hurt.

The first time he complained about my template, I became defensive.

I asked Nicholas, who said my blog looks fine on his (new) laptop. I complained to Wenqi, who said that Tim's being mean to her that day too.

So I ignored him.

***

The second time he complained to me about my blog template, he took a screenshot and asked me why my blog looked so small.

I was going to ignore him again, until I became smart and told him, "Solve it."

So he did and my blog becomes somewhat centralised (except it doesn't work in IE, but "screw IE" says Tim).

***

But Wenqi is right. Something is wrong with our technical guy - I've never seen this mean streak of him. Look at what he said to me!

Tim says:
i used to respect u

Tim says:
have a nice game on ur lame monitor

***

I think our bosses must have worked him too hard.

I have a habit that a girl should never ever have.

I squeeze my pimples.

Whenever there are traces of pus from my zits, I feel compelled to get rid of it and make the swollen bump on my face go away.

I feel strangely triumphant and satisfactory whenever I see pus squirting out from the pimple.

It's the time of the month again. Some girls have cramps. Some get backaches. I get outbreaks. Today, I had 3 pimples geographically situated next to each other. With skilled fingers, I got rid of the dirty liquid beneath my pimples.

Of course, this also means swollen, irritated skin.

Thank goodness for concealer.

Mum and Dad are having a little "heart-to-heart" conversation with my little sister.

By "heart-to-heart", I actually mean:

• Demanding to know why she always doesn't answer her phone
• Trying (very hard) to assert their parental controls
• Dishing out threats
• Asking, "what would the neighbours think?"
• Throwing out the "we pay for your school fees" card
• And the "you're so fortunate but you don't know it" card

I find it all very amusing.

Because, as the older sister, I've had this conversation countless of times. And as I listen to the ongoing conversation, I have these standard replies appearing in my head, formulated waaaaay back then when I was the rebellious teenager.

Q: "What would the neighbours think??"
A: "Oh, so you only care about FACE, not for me?"

But I know my sister. All these are going to fall on deaf ears, because I know she's not going to wisen up very soon. And, she's three times as stubborn as me.

Another thing's for sure: She's learnt emotional blackmail well.

I've been wanting to get my own site for some time, but kept putting it off because of all the techy things involved. But for those of you who are thinking of getting your own domain names, please think twice before you do! Here's the reason why:

(via WebUpon)

• DicksOnWeb.com (Dickson Web) - A website for data loggers and chart recorders
  
  
• ChoosesPain.com (Choose Spain) - A hotel and a realty site for Spain
  
  
• ViagraFix.com (Via Grafix) - A company site with "graphix" tutorials and stuff related to computer graphics. Thankfully they're no longer using this domain
  
  
• TeacherStalk.com (Teachers Talk) - A community for teachers and students from across the US to talk about just about anything
  
  
• WinterSexPress.com (Winter's Express) - A local newspaper for Winters, California
  
  
• NYCAnal.com (NY Canal) - A travel information website with links to all sorts of different activities to do on the canals of New York.
  
  
• WhorePresents.com (Who Represents) - A database for contacting the lawyer and/or publicists of some of the biggest actors and actresses
  
  
• ExpertSexChange.com (Experts Exchange) - A site where experts can exchange their ideas. They've changed their domain since.
  
  
• TheRapistFinder.com (Therapist Finder) - A database for you to find a therapist in your area
  

OK I found all of them pretty hilarious. Did you also know, that if you started a business site on Cook Islands, you would end up with a co.ck ?

Co is the standard for commercial domains, and .ck is the TLD for the Cook Islands, so either way you will end up with the .co.ck after any innocent sounding domain name.

This marks the end of my post! By the way, any of you non-techy people can share with me your difficulties setting up a new site (including blogging platforms and design) all by yourself? And oh, congrats to Claudia for her new spankin' website!

The other night, I couldn't sleep and ended up watching a travel show on TV, thinking that the heavily-accented Chinese host would bore me to sleep.

The show was showcasing Malawi, a country of poverty in Africa. It piqued my interest, because I'm fond of discovering different cultures all over the world.

Then, the show went on to introduce one of the Malawi people's staple source of food - rodents, which are also considered a delicacy. The people catch mice by digging at fields where there are little holes burrowed by the mice, indicating their presence. They also sniff the ground for traces of urine and excretion to confirm recent dwelling of mice.

They dig until they find a mouse trying to scamper away. With their agility and speed, the Malawi people then grab the mouse by its tail, hold down its head, and kill it. They roast the rodent and remove its skin and internal organs before cooking it in a pot filled with marinated sauce.

Now. I should have been disgusted. But I wasn't.

Instead, I was salivating. The marinated sauce looked so peppery and delicious, I felt my stomach rumble with glee.

Then the host went on to take a bite of the internal organ and said it tasted like chicken. OMG I totally love chicken and duck's internal organs!! And there I was, licking my lips and staring savagely at my TV.

Not only did the TV not bore me to death, it got me hungry. I went to heat up some frozen roti prata to settle my hunger.

I was munching grumpily on my roti prata, thinking, damn, that rat sure looks much tastier than this.

I told my mum, who said I should join Fear Factor and probably enjoy eating those stuff they give contestants, like Bull's testicles.

Yeah.

I'm still thinking of how a rat tastes like in black pepper sauce.

The difference between male and female gamers (based on my own analysis) is:

Male gamers are much more flexible, and are able to play many different types of games. Female gamers are more focused and have their "pet game", which we're really good at. OK, maybe it's also because we're not THAT interested in Championship Manager and Half-life.

Or maybe, we don't have instincts that men do which certain games require. For example, although I love RTS games, I'm terribly inflexible when it comes to adapting my strategies to volatile changes. Basically I stick stubbornly to ONE strategy and because I'm a perfectionist (I think most girls are), I'm really anal about losing units.

Another type of game that I really love to watch, but suck at, is FPS games. 1) I'm hopeless in aiming, and 2) I'd be hiding and calculating my moves, then when I think it's time! and emerge from hiding, BAM I'm dead.

Another big difference is: We are much more concerned over the aesthetics of the game while guys tend to go for stats. I spend the bulk of the time customizing my character when I start a new one. Guys can go for trolls and dwarves because they're more powerful than other better-looking creatures.

Anyway. What spurred this post is this "No Scope" video which I found hilarious! It makes me feel like playing Halo 3 but sadly I don't think I can.




P/S: For the benefit of my female readers: 'No scope' means sniping without the scope or cross hare.

P/P/S: I've been playing Cabal. Don't really like it but any Cabal players would like to share reviews about it?

Time and tide may fade away
But memories of your smile linger

Someone wrote me this once upon a time, when I heartlessly cut off all form of contact.

But things have a strange way of coming around to people when they least expect it. And now I'm in those shoes, wanting to direct those words to another person, only lacking the courage to pen it and post it over.

I'm sure this will pass. A few days later I will look back and mock at myself for my vulnerability.

But until then.

Time and tide may fade away
But memories of your smile linger

An Australian man and his daughter went public about their 8 year affair after having their second baby together. Their first daughter died a few days after birth from a congenital heart disease.

John Deaves, 61 and his daughter Jennifer Deaves, 39 claimed that they started their relationship after being reunited in 2000, almost 30 years after Mr Deaves separated from Jennifer's mother. When they were reunited, Jennifer was married and had two children while John already had his second family with his wife, Dorothy and daughter. However, within weeks, the couple had started a sexual relationship and John returned to Dorothy announcing that he had slept with his daughter and that he had "the best sex he'd ever had".

The case provoked international media attention when the couple appeared on Australia’s 60 Minutes programme to explain their relationship.

The Australian court convicted the couple of incest, which resulted in them being banned from having sex and placed on three-year good behaviour bonds. But the couple are determined to keep the relationship together, even if it means having one without sex. Said Jennifer, "To say that I'm not going to have sex with John doesn't mean I have to stop loving John or caring for John. The important thing I think that people should remember is that John and I are in this relationship as consenting adults, that we are not harming each other."

The couple pleaded for the public to respect their choice as they feel they are not there to "hurt anybody".

However, Jennifer's mother and John's first wife, thinks otherwise.
"I just think that the whole relationship is dreadful... These incestual (sic) relationships produce children and the children have problems and it's not fair to kids."
(via Times Online, The Age, ninemsn News.)


Watch the interview here.

***

I watched the interview with my mouth gaping open.

Societal norms are created by society so that one another's behaviours become more predictable. According to Durkheim, "The frequency with which these behaviors are observed, the following effects, and personal preference of individuals all contribute to the strengthening of the sense of rightness that makes these actions normative."

In essence, this means that things we regard as "normal" in our society, such as having a family with the opposite sex, going to school etc, are widely accepted because of the positive effects the norms bring (eg: getting a better job because of a degree), and thus most people conform to it.

While I am horrified and appalled by the incestuous couple, I must ask:

Is it so wrong to go against these ground rules that society has set for us?

Look at the gays, the AIDS victims, the transsexuals, and the suffering and humiliation they go through because of social sanctioning. Where do we draw the line at being too rigid, and being too accepting?

I think there's an indirect answer to this, taken off Joanne Peh's blog:

If there were no boundaries marked out by Man, will we still get a sense of space?

When the papers reported that there would be an increase in rice prices, I waved it off carelessly as the norm and chucked it to the endless list of "Things That Are Becoming More Expensive" which include taxi fares, transport costs, fuel prices, metal prices, electricity bills, HDB resale flats, movie tickets, tuition fees... ummm, I wasn't kidding when I said "endless".

Anyway, it was just something I thought would be forgotten, something we Singaporeans are fond of doing. I used the public transport diligently when they raised cab fares, but now I'm back to my favourite spot - the Taxi Stand. If the cinemas are full in Plaza Singapura, I hop over to Cathay. It's just a dollar - oh wait, or was it 50 cents more? Hmmm, what was the old pricing again??!?

But I've realised one thing. Mums and Dads have superb memory.

My dad, who's in charge of paying the electricity bills, have turned us into robots that switch on/off the lights whenever we step in/out of the room. We have a silent rule now: no electrical appliance must be turned on unnecessarily if there is nobody present in that room. And he starts grumbling if he sees me on the desktop for too long.

And my mother has been whipping up fried rice almost everyday for meals. One day when I got sick of eating fried rice and whined, she retorted that "we have to save every grain of rice, so I use leftover rice to fry some rice."

Someone save me. I've been eating fried rice almost everyday for at least a week. And since my mum is extremely fond of concocting recipes, I have tasted all sorts of fried rice.

Blackened fried rice, fried rice with leftover dishes, fried rice without egg, veggie fried rice....

One day, if a little ant were to find its way to a beehive (because of some leaking honey) and enlists the help of its ant army in snitching its find..

Would there be a Battle of the Insects between the ants and the bees?

Or would the bees just go about their mindless honey-concocting and ignore the outright thieving?

Hmmm.

Presenting my latest vice: Final Fantasy XII Crisis Core

I'm currently playing the Japanese version, but that doesn't stop me from swooning over the fantastic artwork, typical of most FF games. The gameplay is a little more unique than most games I've played.

Particularly, you don't level up the conventional kill-and-get-points way. They have this reel called the DMW reel, which spins like a jackpot machine. Once the reel hits the numbers 777, you level up. If the reel shows 3 faces matched, you get a special combo. So in a way, you're relying on luck to level up.


I'm guessing I can open up more combos along the way, like most games. I'd better be able to! I don't wanna be stuck with "Power Surge" throughout the whole game.

So far I've killed 2 bosses, but haven't really gotten the hang of killing efficiently yet. Rah. I've got a big problem trying to get behind monsters.

OK I'm going to get my hands on the English version soon. Back to my game.

First up, let our host introduce the show

chaosdingo: Ping.sg cordinally invites you the preview of their new reality show, 'PING YOU LAR! #%!$#$!'

Our stars for the night, dhope...

dhope: quick before daphne SS
dhope: spam!!!
dhope: like
dhope: this!!!
dhope: hope that
dhope: the screen
dhope: will
dhope: move fast!!!

...and paced

paced: tonite u sleep toilet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In this show, our characters are caught up in a whirlwind of disappointment...

dhope: now toilet again...
dhope: damn... too slow...

Anger...

paced: anyhow hug gal in my presence, never die before issit?

And remorse

dhope: i go do work.... nites people :S

All because of a moment of foolishness.

dhope: Nannywen : I saw it!! I love it!!! Thank you!!! *hugz* (eat abit of tofu)...

While some are busy fighting the war, others remain oblivious to it

uzyn: @wendy you are hosted on a VPS right?

Others indulge in gleeful pity and sympathy

chaosdingo: OH HO HO HO die
nannywen: byebye dhope.. RIP.. nobody can save u now

And some, offer advice...

daphnemaia: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA paced actually hor, pong him! thats a better revenge.. LOL
chaosdingo: just keep quiet dhope and wait for it to blow over, a guy's most powerful weapon is his silence.

Though not necessarily very good advice!

paced: chaos you don't teach him wrong things

In a twist of events, paced starts dishing out dirt about dhope...

paced: when he snores, can bring the roof down one...
paced: then when he sweats, machiam like running tap
paced: he keeps denying, but i think he weighs 80 kg liao
paced: he keeps saying his tummy must rub somemore cos after (a certain date) no more liao...
paced: but that line already saying since 2.5 yrs back

Forcing him into a corner...

dhope: i have no comments.

The corner guys always retreat to...

dhope: i think must DOTA to destress

The corner which ladies refer to as trash

paced: u STILL DARE to dota?!?!??!?!

The corner which hides a deadly trap...

chaosdingo: now u dota u sure gone with the wind~
chaosdingo: literally

And some ladies will go all out to stop it..

paced: i curse you tonite liverpool lose 9-0

But not all ladies, though.

wenderella: what dota? who dota?
ironicgamer: Defense of the Ancients (often referred to as DotA) is a custom scenario for Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne (wiki)

When there is war, some people just like be caught up in the heat of things..

wenderella: i noe wad dota isssss. who play?!?!?!

Some, just love to be bystanders

hendribudi: *picks up popcorn and coke*

Some prefer to stir things up.

daphnemaia: So Mr dhope, do u have any dirt to dish on paced?

But like all wars, sides have to be taken..

chaosdingo: lol. dhope oso guy, we must suppork him!
ntt: awwww.. *pat pat dhope*.. we feel for you man...

Some not necessarily for their own kind

ironicgamer: i support paced
chaosdingo: traitor!

And like all wars, they have to end

dhope: Pacey dear dear dun angry k? Hug hug, kiss kiss... muackz!!

And all that is left, is silence..

Everytime I ask my male friends if it's genuine pain when others kick them in the groin or if it's all just an act (the clutching of their crotch, the hopping about and the dramatic "ARGH!!!"), I get standard chauvinist reply:
Don't they get that I DO NOT have something dangling between my thighs, which translate to: I WOULDN'T KNOW HOW THAT FEELS. Nevertheless, I wince each time I see guys being given the groin torture in movies. Remember Casino Royale, where Bond is strapped to a seatless chair and being hit repeatedly in the balls with a rope? Ow, OW, OW!!!!

I'm sharing this not because I have some sort of fetish, but it's interesting to see what ideas film producers have when they do up such scenes.

• Click here to read the 12 most sickening groin mutilations in movie history.

My favourite?

Arabian Nights
"After having sex with the wrong woman, a rope is wrapped around the main character's junk. Little girls from the village are told to "pull," and with all their youthful strength they yank it right off. Not the most efficient way to castrate a man, but certainly one of the most barbarous techniques."

Once again, Ow, OW, OW!!!

This used to be my most entertaining day in school, back in my secondary school days. I remember cooking up scores of pranks to play on fellow classmates, and a failed April Fool's prank where we placed thumbtacks on the teacher's chair, but eventually chickened out.

Anyway! Here are some hilarious jokes we played on others and I recommend the bored to try it out.

1. Go to a departmental store where they sell timepieces, and set the alarm clocks to a fixed timing: say, lunch time.

2. Steal your friend's phone and wallet at intervals to make it look like he's having a really unlucky day, then watch him battle gloom and anxiety, and finally embarrassment, when he thanks a random stranger (that you've pointed out) for returning his possessions.

3. "Have you studied for that super-important/10-chapters/huge weightage test???!!"

4. Bring a cardboard box to work and tell your colleagues you've tendered your resignation. For more fun, rope in your boss for this joke.

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From the Web:

• mrbrown releases some too good to be true news
  
• Skyler's eggplant head (seriously Skyler, pranks are meant to be 50-50 credibility but yours is like, 80% credibility and 20% incredibility)
  
• A couple of barflies con the Bar with their imaginary Nurse friend (link)
  
• Kenny Sia is going to stop blogging forever (link)
  
• Horny Bitch Human Being and her lover trick her readers into thinking she's attached! Trick her readers into thinking her newfound 'Attached' status is an April Fools' joke, when IT'S ACTUALLY NOT!!!! wish everyone a Happy April Fools' Day (links here and here)
• KY 'reveals' that Nuffnang founders become instant milionaires (link)
  
• Top 10 April Fools' Pranks for Nerds (link)
• Genuine events mistaken as April Fools' hoaxes (link)