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It's no secret that YEN advertising extraodinaire, Angharad Llewellyn, loves a good Thursday night on the tiles at Health Club (heck, she has gifted them at least one pair of shoes) so imagine her suprise when she saw this on the box! Go Tyson you bad thing, go.

Chakras are centers of energy, located on the midline of the body. There are seven of them, and they govern our psychological properties. The chakras located on the lower part of our body are our instinctual side, the highest ones our mental side. Ideally, all chakras would contribute to our being. Our instincts would work together with our feelings and thinking. However, this is usually not the case. Some chakras are not open enough (being under-active), and to compensate, other chakras are over-active. The ideal state is where the chakras are balanced. To find out what the state of your chakras is, do the chakra test.
Or pop down to Zen Day Spa in Darlinghurst and get a Chakra Balancing treatment.

"Australian woman held captive by 80kg pig called Bruce"
There are some choice lines as well, including but not limited to, "But then Bruce, as she named him, began behaving like the lord of the manor"
Also, "(it got to) the stage where it started knocking on my door at four o'clock in the morning, actually head-butting my door".
Cuuuute! The woman in question is apparently a fierce animal lover and took Bruce in after he turned up on her property with a bad eye. The ingrate piggy (whom it's thought is a former pet turned wild) then turned on her when she didn't give him enough food! Read the full story here.

I keep finding pictures of eggs screaming for their lives in frying pans and egg boxes.

ABOVE: 'The Indie workplace'

The tick of the office clock is just audible enough to severely irritate, your once steaming coffee is cold and a little congealed, the pulsating fan is a constant reminder that everyones deoderant is starting to wear thin - yes, the signs are all there and the time is ripe for some workplace procrastination. And I've discovered just the thing - forget Cyanide and Happiness - Toothpaste for Dinner is the ideal tongue in cheek comic to waste away the hours. For the ultra-keen (and perhaps aesthetically challenged), clothing merchandise is also available via the website.

Meet Britney, Krystle,Tiffany and Botox the dog. All are creations of  comedian/actor/producer and now blogger Ashton Kutcher. Kutcher and his production company Katalyst Media bring us Blah Girls, part cartoon part celebrity gossip website, and trust me, as a Generation Y-er well versed in the ways of the blogosphere, this one's not worth book marking. Like a cross between South Park (which is actually funny) and Perez Hilton, the Blah Girls talk superficial celebrity juice with quickly turns into random banter. Kutcher is clearly aiming for the "Clueless" vibe but it's just not translating. The characters, which seem a little like an M rated version of the Power Puff Girls minus the super powers and plus the adoration for Jamie Lynn Spears and rainbow parties, probably aren't as funny as they seem in Kutcher's imagination. Shame.The stereotypes even seem a little racist.Black girl Tiffany lists her biggest fear as being caught in between a cross fire. Get it? Because she lives in the hood! Hardy har har... Please get off the internet Ashton, and stick to making celebrities believe they killed the bubble girl.

For those that know me well, technological adeptness is probably not one of my greatest personal traits. Sure, I can down a bowl of mi goreng noodles in less time than it takes to stir in that delectable packet flavouring (two minutes max), and thanks to a stint in the riveting world of retail, I can fold any shirt you throw at me as neatly as, well, a really neatly folded shirt. But despite these seemigly super-human qualities - give me any kind of contraption involving wires, buttons and plastic casing and I'm completely lost. I'm inevitably the very last to hop on the proverbial technological bandwagon for any fandangled new commodity, and the iPod is no exception. Although its a treasured travel companion, my 80 gig black classic model is notably, and rather suprisingly, lacking in musical content. This is possibly due to the fact that I still have no idea how to make a playlist.

So it came as quite a suprise, particularly to myself, when I began to develop a borderline obsession with sussing out all I could about Apple's latest Nano offering. I scoured the net for hours attempting to get any sniff of information - forget photos, a blueprint drawn by your blind cockerspaniel would have sufficed. Luckily, it didn't come to that. Highly coveted images and information of the svelt fourth generation Nano have finally been released, giving all techno (and psuedo-techno) whiz kids some much needed closure. With a new brushed metal surface and curved screen, the latest Nano features an accelerometer (which changes display from portrait to landscape as you move the device), an improved user interface and impressive innovations such as the 'shake to shuffle', playing a song at random after a mere jiggle. It also serves as what Apple describes "a personal DJ", creating playlists by finding songs in your library that mesh rather nicely (it seems the kings of the portable music player had me in mind there). For those who need more storage space, a 16GB version is also available. Check them out here. Even I know something rather clever when I see it.