The funniest rendition to Without You by M. Carey

This is seriously the funniest shit I have ever watched! Ken Lee.....

Is this really what English sounds like to non-Native English speakers?



She's much better in the 2nd video, kudos to her for practicing really.

Give it up for KEN LEE!

If you thought "asdkasdlflhkjh" was gibberish, think again.

Just when you thought people couldn't get any weirder......someone goes and names their child:

"Brfxxccxxmnpcccclllmmnprxvclmnckssqlbb11116"

Now if you, like me, are wondering how on earth this line of utter gibberish should be pronounced,"Brfxxccxxmnpcccclllmmnprxvclmnckssqlbb11116" is pronouced as Albin. Yes you read right, a name that starts with a B-R is pronounced with an A-L.

Thankfully for this child it he wouldn't have to learn how to spell his name. This poor Swedish child's name got rejected in court, and the alternative name they tried to register was "A".

Yes, the letter A we know so well, either as ay or ah. Nadah. You supposed to pronounce is Albin, stoopid. Albin got re-rejected and now the child is called "Icke namngivet gossebarn," which means "unnamed little boy".

Maybe "B" or "A" or "Albin" will grow up to look like one of these guys...
























Or perhaps this hunk of a hunk. I wouldn't mind calling him by any name even if it took me 10 minutes to pronounce!

























Another name that struck a chord of irony was "Savior God Scientist Allah". He was apparently 16 months old when he died after falling from the 7th Storey. No offence, but I respectfully say, he probably wanted to be God.

More weird names include "Dick Assman", "4Real Superman Wheaton" and "GoldenPalaceDotCom Silverman". You can find out why here.

Megan's Mobile Bathtub Experience

Ooooh! Most people will say she's SMOKING HOT, and I have to agree, she most definitely is. Despite previous rumours that Megan Fox was a hermaphrodite or tranny, I think they have been put to rest now. I was pretty shocked when I heard that and honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised. I would have like the number of her plastic surgeon if that were the case. Hehehe.

Everyone loves the Transformers star, but I still think it was extremely peculiar that she was running around in the dessert being chased by killer robot aliens in WHITE JEANS. Look I know she's hot and all that, but get real!

Anyway, here she is in an ad for the Superbowl. I'll take the advert, but I still won't buy the phone.

blog posts and their bizarre titles

I was looking through all my old blog posts, being somewhat hardworking and typing out labels for each post when I came across a post I never wrote. I read the title and I was astounded as to what it meant.

"you've got Butter face, so i'll ride you like a bronco" - this was dated a longgg time ago.

I re-read it about 10 times, trying to search through the timeline of my brain to when I decided to come up with such a ridiculous title. I didn't even know what butter face is, I had to google it to be clear of my own blog post title! Ludicrous!

So after easy googling (which is my answer to everything by the way), this was my answer:
























I swear I almost fell off my chair. Holy crap! If you thought that was bad, check this out:























*image taken from www.crazy-jokes.com*

I don't know, but if you ask me, Lady Gaga has butter face.























Okay maybe not as terrible as the first two but you get my drift.

I think Lady Gaga might be the only one I'll choose to ride like a bronco. Go figure. No wonder that post was left blank never to be touched again.

i wanna be a celebrity

In a very bizarre moment, I was re-enlightened into the Blog world, suddenly hit with a burning passion to revive my blog. I stopped writing because 1) I was lazy, 2) I didn't think anyone was actually reading it, 3) I couldn't think of anything interesting to write. What I didn't realise was number 2 happened because I stopped bloody updating! D'oh?

Everytime inspiration to blog hits an all time low, I decide to change my blog layout and search for hip new skins that are a surefire way to relight my blogging fire. Admittedly, the last pink one was a definite stretch. Pink is so not my colour. Sorta like this:
















But okay, the Harajuku ad by Gwen Stefani is actually quite nice. But that's as far as I'll go.

Wild-incantations was in dire need of something new and something fresh, therefore this blog layout. Some say it's a little too simplistic, but I say it's structured. There's nothing I hate more than blogs full of crap in their side bars and what not. Worse than a messy blog are blogs that play shit music the moment you enter. So fear not there will be no background music added here. I kinda like this new skin, it's fresh and easy to navigate. What do you think?

It took me to hell and back trying to edit the html for it to customise it all, but I did it. I have declared myself a HTML GENIUS! On top of that, I managed to somehow translate the Spanish the html codes were written in, with the help of Google Translator of course.

There are lots of sites and articles on how to better your blog, how to increase traffic etc etc.....most of it is pretty obvious, others I had to learn about. This guy Seth wrote 56 tips to get more traffic to your blog.

















Helpful or not? You decide. For example, No. 32 - Write about Google.

Google google google google. Google's awesome! It's the answer for everything!

Okay so that's one strike off the list. Next up, No. 38 - Write about blogging. Refer to first paragraph, check!

No. 41 - Post on weekdays, because there are more readers. Also check! Hey, it seems I've got this blogging thing down to a pat! I've crossed out 3 out of 56 on the list, it can only get better right?

So tadah!

Ok, now where's my money for blogging and who's gonna give it to me?

a series of sexual scandals

Since the beginning of mankind, infidelity has always been an issue, where (mostly) men are not able to keep their pee pees in their pants and maintain monogamous with the woman they promised to be. Call it what you will - adultery, liason, affair, cheating, the bottom line remains the same. Perhaps in the early days of civilisation, it wasn't treated as much of a big deal. Women had no say in matters concerning anything other than that of their womanly duties like cooking, sewing and looking after their children. Their husbands could go of to the community whorehouse while the women picked them off the floor when they got home in a retarded drunken state.

Wham, bang, thank you mam, and a few thousand dollars later, they're off back to their wives.

Today however, men are a little bit smarter (or not) when it comes to sticking it where they will. There is currently a sexual scandal saga going around with the popular men of sport, and it seems we are all far too interested in what goes on in their personal lives. It all started with this man:























*photo courtesy of www.mediaswirl.com*

One of the greatest golfing legends of our time, he won so many tours and championships from such a young age, his talent and skills are hard to dismiss. I will admit he was my biggest idol when I picked up golf. I was so in awe of him, he was all I thought about when I on the course. I would chant "Tiger Woods Tiger Woods Tiger Woods" in my head before I tee-ed off, amazingly enough, I always hit a good ball when I chanted his name. In my eyes, he was THE Golf God. And you know what? He still is.

Things took an about turn when Tiger Woods met with some sort of an accident. It went from utter concern for the golfing legend as to whether he was hurt, to rumours that his wife swung at him with a golf club, to a series of sexcapades with multiple women. Concern went straight down the drain and sure enough, people were hurling insults at him from every direction. That included people who probably didn't give two hoots about Tiger and his golfing career. But oh no, stick your weiner where it don't belong and the world will get on your back.

Seriously, who gives a flying fuck? Sure he slept with around 15 women or so, not including his wife. Sure, he portrays himself as this family man who loves his wife and kids, and that is how the "Tiger Woods" brand is advertised. Which is therefore how he got his sponsors and in turn, a part of all his richness and moneyness.























If you look closely though, the adverts and all that jazz has NOTHING to do with his life as husband and father. Most and almost all adverts has him with a GOLF CLUB, not him hugging his wife or child.





























Did his wife, by marrying him, give him the talent to balance a golf ball like that? No. Did his child? No. Did the public? No.

Did we personally take a cut of our pay for him to have the millions that he has? No. Was taxpayers money the result of his talent and skills? No.

I rest my case.

Just cuz we know of who he is does not mean we know who he is. He wants to screw all the other hot women in the world and cheat on his wife, who cares? It's his personal life and although I will agree it is absolutely disgusting, who are we to judge? Would you like to be awesomely great at something where people adore you, but have them also dig right to the very roots of your life? I didn't think so. It might come with the territory, but it doesn't mean we have to uphold it.

So after this whole Tiger saga comes this:



















Unless you are a bit of a soccer fan, or pro England football, you might or might not recognise this man. John Terry, now former captain of the English Football team, recently fired as captain because he "poked" a team mate's ex-girlfriend. You might recognise him more with this photo:























I can't really be bothered to go into much detail, if you wanna know more you can read it here. Whatever it is, supposedly Terry paid off Perroncel to keep things mum. Of course that wouldn't work, otherwise he wouldn't be stripped of his Captaincy.

Terry and Woods have been highlights of both television and print news since Tiger was in his accident, surely there are more important things for us to focus our tiny brains on. Like the breaking news of Australian street performer, Chayne Hultgren, set the record today and swallowed 18 72 cm swords at the same time.


















*Photo by AAP, taken from 7 news website*


Don't we love the news today?

a brand spanking new blog skin

In what seems like eternity, I am back to this blog once again. Time passed and you hardly realise 5 years has gone by since something started, and that thing of course, is this blog. Wild Incantations started when University began for me. It was a personal outlet for me to rant, whinge and bitch all I wanted about anything that occurred to me. As the years went by, it seemed to become more of a place where I posted more personal stuff like photographs etc. How times change things. Another year another wrinkle I supposed.

I'd like to think that I've grown some, or maybe a lot. Life has kicked me up and down in the last couple of years, I believe I've come out of it a lot stronger, if not a little more cynical about the world. It's almost hard to believe I used to be a happy-go-lucky kinda girl. I always saw the positive in everything, and at the end of the day, the sun would always be shining. Wahaha. Not anymore. I'm digging my toes in the sand though, and trying hard to evade this hole of negativity. Oops?

I believe most people have dropped off reading this blog but oh well, persevere I shall! Hopefully at some point intellect kicks in and I actually have something proper to blog about. Everything in it's time.

But for now, as always, I shall leave you more photographs!

Location: Foreshores, South Perth
Occasion: Dotty's Birthday (she joined the old club)
Mood: Absolutely raving mad
People involved: Everyone we know plus some.
Theme: Quirky

Let me start by introducing a few of the event's characters to you:























First up we have VIP of the day: Cherry Pop-a-Lot























Clint the Pimp























Pippy No-long-stockings















Retro Girl

The rest included Shrekess (which sounded like Shrek ass), Mr Dorothy the Dinosaur and the English Tiger (?). No one else bothered to dress up all cool like us really.
















We try our darnest to be normal - I swear...
















... but where's the fun in that?? Grrrr!

And with almost anything these days, an album of photos are NEVER complete without having some jumping shots chucked in there. As you scroll, you will view a series of (failed and successful) jump shots. In my opinion, the men's jump shots were classified as "Epic Fail!".
















The Girls - Don't mind my rising dress, no choice in the matter really.
















Amy reckons she's looks a bit...erm...spaz.






















The boys' completely failed attempt






















Success! (This was after a few tries mind you)






















All I can say is, we were trying to be creative.

You can't have a birthday without a cake (I did, twice, but who's counting). Lucky Dot had THREE. Well more if you count each cupcake I made.

















Cake numero Uno - gotta love the sparklers























Cake numero dos - home made cupcakes made with LOVE!
















All for you DOT! :)