Aroma Japanese Cuisine.

I haven't posted in a while but I felt compelled to after going to Aroma today. This will be my little 'review' of the place. I'm writing this so that if you do visit, you are aware of their little tricks so you actually have an enjoyable experience.

Let me start by saying I love the place. The boyfriend and I have been many, many times because we love the amount of food you get for $13.80. It's not too bad quality as well, and it's made fresh. But there are a few catches where they suck your money...

Ok so I've already established that it costs $13.80 for lunch. Great. They also charge $1 per jug of tap water without telling you until you get to the counter. The staff can be quite careless and rude as well. I never really thought anything of it the last few times I went. Mistakes here and there, but the really dodgy thing is that they only let you stay for an hour to eat. Last time I visited, the waitress forgot about our dishes and we were waiting 20 minutes. Then when we asked where our food was, she said we never ordered anything. (Why would we sit there looking at you for 20 minutes when we only have an hour to eat?!) When we re-ordered the food, she said this was the last time we were allowed to order because we'd been there an hour. Even though we were waiting 20 minutes! What the?! We decided it wasn't worth arguing and just accepted.

Today, a group of 12 of us returned there. Like I said, in the past I've had good experiences there and could overlook the annoying little things. One friend could not afford to eat so just drank water when she was there. However, when it came time to pay, we had to pay for her, even though she hadn't eaten a thing. Just because there was a butt in the seat, it cost an extra $13.80 (plus $3 for what we thought was free jugs of water). It seems the waitresses have no concept of understanding or customer service. I'm understanding if there are rules there. But this is not a rule, it has not been stated in the menu that if you don't inform them you're not eating, you have to pay. (Though the menu does say that any food left uneaten will cost and extra $3). There are times when you have to use common sense, and that seems quite non-existent among the staff at Aroma. We're fed up and will not be back for a while, at least.

If I were stronger, I would have refused to pay and walked out. But I'm not that sort of person, so instead I told the waitress our side and got ignored... and now I'll tell the whole internet my little story.

Overall, the food is good but the way they go about things is ... meh. I wouldn't say "DON'T GO," but I would say to be aware of hidden costs. It can be VERY annoying.

EDIT: For reference I have been to restaurants where they spell out in the menu that everyone must order a dish or there will be a surcharge. So it's not like they have a "you should know" excuse either!

HP Laptop

I have a HP laptop and I liked it very much.
But then the hard drive died, after SIX MONTHS. I do back up my information, but I didn't back up everything, obviously because a new laptop shouldn't have any issues. I normally do a back-up every holiday though. A week before the holidays is when it stuffed up.

Anyway the hard drive was SO screwed that I lost everything, and HP replaced the hard drive. Hooray. If I want my OLD one back, the important one, to try to fix, they want to SELL it back to me! MY hard drive! And it's going to cost ME to get the information back. I don't have $1000+!

Hewlett-Packard: YOU put this hard drive in the computer. It stuffed up badly. I don't care if you didn't make the hard drive, YOU put it in the computer. YOU believed it would work. It didn't. YOU stuffed up. YOU should do the running around to get it fixed. YOU should pay for it. I want my information back.

But since it's very likely I'll never get anything back from this, I'm going to leave this to float on the internet. Screw HP, buy ASUS or something.

"You have hypochondria." "Oh, no! Not that too!!"

Hi everyone! It's been a long time. How have you been? I've been really busy being dead.
I've written one line and it's already stolen from somewhere else. Those who have played Portal 2 may recognise it.... [there are no spoilers in the video, it's basically a trailer.]



Aaaaaaand there you go. Nice segue into talking about Portal 2. My brother bought it on PS3 when it first came out, and got an extra Steam version. Guess who has two thumbs and got the Steam version? THIS GUUUUUUUUUUY! *points at self*

Every review gives it a 10/10 and I'm no different. It was eeexxcellent. The characters were quirky and lovable. As you can probably tell from the video above. You did watch it didn't you? No? FORSHAME. I do have one complaint though, and this isn't Valve's fault. It's too much fun. I played it the week before I was to start exam study, which was an awful, awful idea, because I wanted to play it all the time. I didn't of course. I'm a wonderful student. But it took every ounce of my willpower to stop myself... to combat this problem, I did the only thing I could do: I finished it as fast as I could. When I finally did finish it, nothing stood in the way of studying. Well... until I remembered I have episodes of How I Met Your Mother on my computer...

When I study, I study like crazy. During SWOTVAC (The week of no lectures for exam study), I didn't wash my hair, I ate a lot of lollies, and I studied from when I woke up until I got too sleepy at night to study anymore (Normally around 2 or 3am). Obviously, this is detrimental to my mental and physical health, and I felt like crap the whole time I studied. Feeling like crap makes my imagination run wild, and I'm a hypochondriac at the best of times.

I'm left-handed. During the study period, I wrote so much that it hurt my whole arm, right up to my shoulder and even my ear. I was tense and stressed so that means my chest was tight too. I didn't eat properly so I felt sick/dizzy quite a bit.

Of course, naturally I assumed I was having a 2-week-long heart attack and was going to die.

I didn't shower much. Yes, I know. Too much information. I'm sorry. And here's even more cringe-worthy stuff. Because I didn't shower much, I got a lump on my back. Some sort of blemish pimple type thing under my skin. I tend one or two if I don't shower everyday. Ah, nature.

OR IS IT? D:



Yes, it ended up being fine.
I'm running out of time to write this so I might end it here. Thanks to everyone who's been reading this and telling me to write more because it's really inspiring :) Now the pressure is on...

If you want to read more, drop me a note here and let me know what you like and I'll be sure to include more crap like it in the future!

Love!

GLaDOS: Well done. Here are the test results: You are a horrible person. I'm serious, that's what it says: A horrible person. We weren't even testing for that. Don't let that "horrible person" thing discourage you. It's just a data point. If it makes you feel any better, science has now validated your birth mother's decision to abandon you on a doorstep.

A correction!

On the 17th of June 2009, I published a post about an ice cream known as 'Skinny Cow,' stating that they were "vile" and implying they were 'vomit on a stick.'

Well since then, my father has been diagnosed with diabetes and become a super health nut who runs 14km a day (Not an exaggeration by the way, he's freaky amazing.) He lost about 45kg in less than 6 months by changing his diet and exercising.  He eats these ice creams constantly. They're excellent, and while I still don't like the ones on a stick, the skinny cow sundaes are pretty nice.

But yeah so buy them so the company doesn't go broke or my dad won't have any ice cream to eat!

The Little Man in the Cute Hat.

Last semester at uni, I had 10am lectures every day. That means I took the bus around 9:20am everyday and theoretically should have been at uni in time for my lectures everyday. It never happened like that because my bus was always late or unbelievably early (PUBLIC TRANSPORT TIMETABLES ALWAYS LIE!) but nevertheless I would always leave my house around 9:15am*

*(+/- 20 minutes depending on how many times I hit the 'snooze' button.)

Anyway whenever I would leave the house, everyday without fail there would be a little old Asian man (Think Chinese, Vietnamese, Cambodian or a mix of them) shuffling past my house, standing in front of my driveway. Every morning. If I was late he would be shuffling slowly past my bus stop and up to the park nearby. The man always wore a big jacket and a little beanie/cap like thing. It was like a bobble hat without the bobble but also had flaps, (though I always imagine him with a bobble now because it's cute). He would always stop and look at me as I left the house.

Let me give you a mental image. Think of Jackie Chan. Not just any Jackie Chan. Think of a cross between "Old Man" Jackie Chan in Forbidden Kingdom:



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 and Jackie Chan in The Karate Kid.



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 Now, I'm not saying every old Asian man looks like Jackie Chan. My grandpa was an old asian man and he sure didn't. Nor am I saying that Jackie Chan is old. Jackie Chan is the most awesome person ever and I plan to be in a movie with him one day. Him and Will Smith. But I'll blog about those later. This man that obviously lives nearby (probably 2 or 3 doors down) really reminds me of these two characters. Both have a kind of silent wisdom about them. Both glanced at the protagonist (in this case, me XD) everyday as if watching them and analysing them. The man down the road is in between these two characters age-wise. He's not as old as the Forbidden Kingdom JC (He doesn't have white hair and doesn't quite look like he's about to die), but not as young as The Karate Kid JC (Looks a bit more frail than that). Furthermore the Karate Kid JC wears the same cute hat as my little man.

Some may say that the man simply goes for a walk everyday at the same time as I leave my house. HOWEVER. From these similarities I have concluded one thing. In both of these movies, Jackie Chan has kept watch over some young person for an extended period of time before suddenly teaching them kung-fu or something similar and leading them to save the world (etc). I therefore must be the Chosen One. When it comes time for some disaster, this little man in the cute hat will come to my door and say:

"Ojaye, I have been watching you for a long time. You are the Chosen One. Only you can stop [insert disaster here]. Come with me and I will teach you the ways of [insert fighting/defending/hero thing here]."

Then he will train me with sticks and swords and hand-to-hand combat and I will finally be like those cool people in movies.


It could happen.

"We can hang in my crib. I will show you my 'hood." - Jackie Chan, Rush Hour.

I'm FREEEEE!

...for now!

Now that I'm free, I've started working everyday to get dosh! Though I have decided I want to go jogging as much as I can now that I have the time. I go jogging every so often, and 90% of the time it's when no one is home because I'm embarrasssssseeeddd.

I also play beach volleyball! It's the best sport in the world. When I googled a photo for beach volleyball I noticed all the photos were of women's asses, so here's a picture of a woman's ass.

Seriously. Search "beach volleyball" in Google images and see how many asses/pervy photos of women come up. XD
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Anyway while I was at beach volleyball yesterday, a friend from church took two photos of us. In both photos, I was standing still and my stomach was sticking out! I was slouching in one of them too. I looked pregnant and it was awful! My body image isn't too bad so normally photos don't bug me but omg! It bugged me!

What the hell is this?!
http://explorations.sva.psu.edu/vcg/vol2_toc.htm

So anyway it's good that it was taken because I knowww I'm not fat but it gave me motivation to stick to my after-exams resolution to jog more! WOO. But ew. That photo. I'd post it but I know the comments will be either "it doesn't look that bad" or "FATTY MCFATTERSON" either way I don't need comments about the photo, because it's about how I feel about it, and I think it's a healthy motivation ;)

Anywho I shall go now! I have to remind myself to blog about an old asian man that's been walking past my house every morning.

[Friends - Chandler's key broke in Monica's door]
Chandler: I love you.
Monica: I love you too.
Chandler: Are you hugging the door right now?
Monica: Um... no?
Chandler: Uh... yeah, yeah, me neither.

You know what's great?




NOT having food poisoning during exams! In my exams last semester, I got food poisoning the day before my first exam. I thought I was going to die. My uncle probably poisoned me, haha. But yeah my Uncle and Grandma were visiting and I was really really nervous about my first ever exam at Uni... and it was my most dreaded one: Biology exam.

See, you'd normally think Chemistry is would be my worst exam, and it normally is, but my last Chemistry exam involved a lot of maths... and I'm cool with maths. So though I was worried about it, I was a million times more worried about biology because I'd never taken biology as a subject before and I didn't understand the crazy biology language. You know, I've taken science subjects all through high school, but I'm not really a 'science' person. I'm like a borderline science/artsy person. Science people are so... science-y. And I'm so... not science-y. I pretend to be but really, I'm like the idiot's guide to science. If I understand something well, I can explain it to people because I drop alllll the technical language. I'm so un-science-y that I think of genes and stuff like hot dogs and then the hot dog buns fall off and then genes can be copied. Stuff like that. Which is why I'll never be a scientist. I'll work with people because they'll understand me and science people will be like "What hot dogs? What the hell are you on about?" It's a lot easier now, because I'm more used to it, but when I was thrown in for the first time it was overwhelming. So much science!

American Hot Dogs look disgustingly delicious.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_dog

Anyway what was I talking about? Food poisoning. So I was studying really hard for my biology exam and my family went out to one of my favourite restaurants with my Uncle and Grandma. They kindly brought me back a nasi lemak in a takeaway container. <3 I was so excited. As I started eating it, I thought it tasted a bit funny.

"Don't worry, it's just cause it's all mixed together" they said, because I don't normally mix my nasi lemak ALL together.

So I ate it.

Later that night, I started to feel sick and sweaty/feverish.
"You're just nervous" my parents said.
"I'm not, I'm sick. I'm definately sick." I said. By now, I know the difference. Not that I needed anything done about it, I just needed someone to believe that I was sick.
They wouldn't believe me. They said it was nerves.

So in the morning I woke up, very pale, and got in the car. I felt very very queasy and feverish. My parents were giving me the usual pep talk. "you'll do the first question and you'll realise, 'I can do this!' and then your stomach pains will go away."
"I think it was the nasi lemak," I said
"Trust me, you'll feel better as you're doing the exam," they replied.

Ok, so I got out of the car at the showgrounds where the exam was held. As I was walking, I felt light-headed. I needed to vomit. But there was nowhere around to vomit. It was just pavement. But there was a line of trees (this is next to the ferris wheel by the way.) I had just walked past. I had to make a quick calculation in my head: *can I run behind the ferris wheel and do it there, or do I have to do it out in the open?* I wouldn't make it to the ferris wheel. I turned around and walked very quickly back to the closest tree and .. you know. Did my thing. There was a girl walking past at that moment. I was SO embarrassed, I covered my face. I can only assume she thought I was hungover on the day of an exam.

So I still went into the exam and, looking at the exam paper later, you could tell I was sick. The writing was HUGE and slanted, as if all the muscles in my arm had disintegrated. But it didn't matter, I passed with food poisoning.

Needless to say my parents believed me when I got back in the car, sweating and shaking. Then went home and died.

Cool.

Update: Whoops. I forgot to add that I walked past those trees on Monday at my Biology exam and again on Wednesday for my Chemistry exam. I noticed that the tree I threw up on has not grown as much as the other trees. It's noticably smaller. I can't help but feel responsible.

The tree looked as pathetic as Charlie Brown's Christmas Tree. :( I'm sorry, little tree.
http://www.frickinmom.com/2009/12/08/favorite-frickin-memories/

Somehow I enjoy watching people suffer.
- George Carlin

Chemistry Exam

So I had my chemistry exam yesterday, and though I studied like a crazyperson for it, I really think I failed.
I'm hoping I didn't.
But I think I did.

Nooooot a good feeling.

But then again, I have a friend who, during the multiple choice section, put his questions aside, didn't look at them, and coloured in random bubbles.

Daniel: "You know how to really screw everyone up? Make EVERY answer A. Everyone will be like 'WHAT THE HELL'"

Spongebob: "Remember, licking doorknobs is illegal on other planets!"

List of things to do!

Saturday evening will mark the end of my exams and therefore the end of my first year of University. I'm looking forward to the following things:

• Eating out with friends
• Going to The Cavern, a band room in the city. It's like the best place in the world
• Celebrating my 2 year anniversary with some dude ;)
• Jamming with my other half of It's Almost Friday
• Working on my Jazz piano/bass skillz
• Knitting/sewing (shut up. I like those things)
• Finally finishing my blog layout... maybe
• Shopping
• Running/Sports/Swimming (If myself from 5 years ago read this, I'd think I was crazy)
• I'd like to go to some sort of dress up party because I couldn't on Halloween! D: (Time to hang up my shame curtains)
• Casino/clubbing ;D
• WATCHING TV SHOW MARATHONS

I have a lot of TV shows I want to watch in the holidays. Dedicate a day to just watch as much as I can.


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Friends. Everybody knows this show. I don't think it ever gets old.

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How I Met Your Mother. I think this is the 'Modern Day' Friends. The origin of the Bro Code and all that is good in this world.

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Spongebob Squarepants. It's been a while since I've seen the newer episodes... I have to catch up!

http://www.verumserum.com/?p=3854

Dr Who. You know, I never thought I'd like this show. BUT IT'S SO EXCITING. I always get so curious as to how it will end! Last time I left an episode it had 3 minutes to go and I'm STILL on the edge of my seat... My friend recently got a Dr Who tattoo because she loves it so much.

Now... it is time for me to continue studying Chemistry. Ugh. I can't learn anymore. Kill me nowwwww.

Mr. Krabs: [Attempting to convince SpongeBob to give him a hat] I didn't want to tell you this in front of Patrick, but that hat makes you look like a girl.

SpongeBob SquarePants: Am I a pretty girl?
Mr. Krabs: Well... yes, you're... you're beautiful.
[Mailman passing by stares at Mr. Krabs in disgust]



Dedicated to one of the best people I have ever known.

A crappy poem dedicated to a friend who is the complete opposite of crappy.

The Tickets
By Olivia

I have a friend.
Her name is Thuong Mong.
I've known her...
for a time quite long.

She offered me tickets to a concert of Jazz
Sad, I couldn't go, for I had volleyball and examz.
"Oh, he's George Benson" she said, mentioning his name
"OH MY GOD! HIM?!" I squealed, knowing his talent and fame.

"My dad likes him too," I said with a sigh.
Thuong offered, "Would he like to come.. tonigh?"
"Put him on the phone" Thuong said (with a smile, I assume)
So I ran to my dad in the other room.

Giving him the phone, I squealed to my mum
"Thuong has tickets to George Benson!"
Dad accepted the invite,
to everyone's delight,
because he loves George Benson with all his might.

Thuong didn't know,
But we had tried to buy or win
tickets to this concert,
Though we couldn't, we wanted to for him.

Though sad I can't go,
I love having a friend
who would give a ticket to my dad
I love you Miss Nguyen.

<3

Phone dilemma!

I've been looking at new phones for quite a while now. I have a Samsung SGH-G800 and I love it. It's my lovable brick and it's been very good to me. However, recently, well not really recently. This year, from wear-and-tear (and being dropped constantly), it's been dying. I've had it repaired three times and it's slowly fading away. It's still usable, but this has caused me to start researching new phones. I'm EXTREMELY picky. Like you wouldn't believe. The only reason I'm picky is because I use my phone constantly and I use most - if not all - features that my phone offers. Of course I'm going to want something reliable and stuff.




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So I've looked into a few. I'm a bit of an old woman in the fact that I'm not a huge fan of touch screens. I wasn't a fan of slide phones before either. But I know I'm going to have to move on and stop living in the past. :(

Every iPhone user has told me to just get an iPhone. I've looked into it. I like them. I like every Apple product, Apple is my friend. We hang out all the time. Shopping, sleepovers, parties, you name it, Apple and I have done it together. I love you, Apple.

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But there is one deal-breaker for me and Mr iPhone.

I've been told that iPhones do not facilitate file transfers phone to phone, unless it's another iPhone.

Apparently it's to stop people sending copyrighted stuff. But... MEGA dealbreaker, Apple! WHY? :( You lost yourself an awesome customer: ME! I love you but I do not love that idea. I use file transfer between friends all the time with photos and videos and stuff. It's something I use VERY often, I don't want to lose something as crucial as that. It's like losing my finger D: And I play piano! So that's bad. My friend Tom, a hardcore iPhone junkie has told me numerous times that I'm crazy and should just get an iPhone, but I can't do it. Not yet. Not until they fix that problem, those copyright nazis.

So I've been looking into other phones, namely the Nokia N97 mini, though I've gone off that one now because EVERYONE has it and there are about 20 for sale at Cash Converters in Chinatown, indicating something's wrong with it.

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Another one is the Nokia N8, because it seems to have all the features I'm looking for and it comes in Orange. I love orange.

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I've heard Samsung Galaxy S is good too. Anyone have any ideas on phones? Keep in mind that it will be used constantly and will probably be thrown around a lot. I'll probably use a case now since all new phones are flimsy pieces of crap and not lovable bricks. >:(

"Hardware: the parts of a computer that can be kicked."

-Jeff Pesis

Bwana, the Great White Fly Hunter

Dear flies that have been bugging me all day,

STAY ON YOUR SIDE OF THE ROOM! You should appreciate that I'm letting you live! I hate you! I'm trying to study, LEAVE ME ALONE OR I'LL GET THE SPRAY.

Love, Ojaye.

P.S. Send a message to all your spider friends to stay out of my shower too. They're creeping me out with their perverted arachnid-y ways.

"But although I don’t go out of my way to bother living things, I am not without personal standards. A mosquito on my arm, an ant or a cockroach in my kitchen, a moth approaching my lapel; these animals will die. Other insects in my home, however, the ones who merely wish to rest awhile, will be left alone. Or, if noisy and rowdy, lifted gently and returned to the great outdoors.


I am also perfectly willing to share the room with a fly, as long as he is patrolling the portion of the room that I don’t occupy. But if he starts that smart-ass fly shit, buzzing my head and repeatedly landing on my arm, he is engaging in high-risk behavior. That’s when I roll up the sports section and become Bwana, the great white fly hunter!

Sometimes there’s an older fly in the room, one who flies slowly and can’t travel too far in one hop – or it might be a female, heavy with eggs. In this case, even if the fly is bothering me, I don’t kill it; instead, I adopt it as a short-term pet. I might even give it a name. Probably something based on mythology." - George Carlin, comedy genius.

Everyone!

I watched a movie many years ago about a lion on a farm with two men and a boy. There was more to it but you know, that's all I rememeber from the movie. A quote in it really hit me and I've remembered it ever since. I forgot the name of the movie, but tonight, after participating in a very passionate discussion about Evolution vs the Bible, I searched for this movie via IMDb to find the quote. I just typed "lion" and the movie title just happened to be the first one that came up: Secondhand Lions.

So the quote I remember was something along the lines of: "Always believe in something. If you don't believe in anything, anyone can tell you anything and you'll believe it." It really really stuck with me. However I looked up the database today and found this quote: 

Hub: Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love... true love never dies. You remember that, boy. You remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in.

WHAT?! THAT'S NOT WHAT I REMEMBER AT ALL. I lived by that phrase! Either the quote I was thinking of wasn't on the website, or I made up my own quote. Did I just make up my own movie in my head?! I think I did! I think I did what Homer Simpson did and make up my own movie when I got bored!

Damn it, meg!

Homer: Wait, I'm confused about the movie ... so the cops knew Internal Affairs was setting them up?

Man: What are you talking about? There's nothing like that in there.
Homer: Well, you see when I get bored I make up my own movies. I have a very short attention span
Lady: But our point is very simple, you see when...
Homer: Oh look! A bird! Hee hee hee!
(Homer runs after the bird)

 
Anyway I still think that's a good thing to live by and yeah. Totally giving advice from my blog.

Shake it 'til you just can't stand no more!

You know, I once auditioned for So You Think You Can Dance: Australia but they said I was too good and it wouldn't be fair to the other contestants. I agreed and decided not to go on the show after all.



Firemen and movie stars!

You know what annoys me? SPAM. And not the meat spam. I've never actually tried that, I'm sure it's nice. It looks really nice. I should buy some one day. I'm so hungry. What am I talking about? Oh right, spam.

Have you ever wondered why everytime you comment, it requires "approval" from me? If you write blogs too I'm sure you know why. If not, here's why:

Every time I log into this blog, I open the homepage and see like "4385 comments" (because that's how popular I am in my mind. In reality it might be like 3 - 5 depending on how often I log in or post) I get so excited. I love comments, they make me happy. Everytime I read them I'm like "YAAAAAAAAY!" People like Thuong, Daniel, Mara and Jackie tend to comment a lot so they're my favourite readers ;) Anyway I'll open up my comments, heart full of hope, and begin to read them.

This is when my heart sinks :(
Instead of finding comments from people, I find comments from ROBOTS.
THAT'S RIGHT, ROBOTS.

They spam me! They spam me like there's no tomorrow! In reality, 90% of the comments I get are spam, so I delete them. :( Especially on my Bruce Willis post. I'm assuming robots like Bruce Willis. I wish I didn't get spam. Unless I was friends with those robots. If I were friends with robots, I'd get spam and I'd say "That's so nice, they read my post" But for now, until I learn to read robot language and befriend them, they're such a hassle. Email spam is the same! I open up my emails like "OMG I'M SO POPULAR" and then I read about how my penis is not big enough, or hard enough. I need to please my woman.

Or there's some other alien language! HOW DID ALIENS GET MY EMAIL ANYWAY? I'm assuming they don't think my penis is big enough either!

END POST. XD

P.S You know what? Spam doesn't really annoy me that much. It's just a lot of clicking.

Mum's Facebook status: I had lemons and made lemonade....I had oranges and I added vodka

Jordan's comment: and 2 others like this.
Ojaye's comment: And then you gave it to your daughter... And she drank it all.
Jordan's comment: and got drunk. Thus the brain damage

Nelly - Just a Dream

For those of you who don't know what Nelly looks like:

Wait a second.

HERE he is:

Nelly: Hardcore rapper, not pink elephant who packed her trunk and said goodbye to the circus.

You know, I like Nelly. I like this song. It's nice. There's just this one thing that bugs me. Nelly is a giant cheater. If I could play chess and were playing chess with him, I wouldn't look away because I think he would move my pieces around. This is why I think he's a giant cheater:

"If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.

If you ever loved somebody put your hands up."

Now, I'm no expert on people or anything, but I assume this will cause everybody to put their hands up.Whether the have loved romantically or familally (I just made up my own word for family love because I couldn't think of the right one) was no specified. THAT WAS YOUR PLAN ALL ALONG, WASN'T IT, NELLY? You just want everyone to put their hands up! Cheater!

You know, some artists just call everyone to put their hands up. They tell them to wave their hands in the air like they just don't care (Here is a list of songs that request people do this). Some artists are selective. They tell everybody in the club to get tipsy (J Kwon, 2004). Or everyone on the dance floor to grab a partner or something. But you, good sir. You use mind games to make people think that they are special and meet your criteria for putting their hands up. But in actual fact you are being a 'hands up' whore and referring to everyone!

I will not fall for such shenanigans. I have loved many people and therefore I am obligated to put my hands up. But as I do, I will yell "THAT MEANS HE WANTS EVERYONE TO DO IT."

And don't tell me that he later adds "And now they're gone and you wish you could give them everything." after the "If you've ever loved somebody" line, because by the time you hear this, your hands are already up. Everything is ruined.

Anyway here's the song.

*trying to sleep*

Ojaye: Jord, can you turn the light off please?

Jordan: Wait, no not yet. I'm getting changed and I don't like to be naked in the dark. I glow.

ZOMBIES AND RED DINOSAURS

... was my dream last night. There was a theme park with red dinosaurs in it, and they came to life! But they didn't just start moving like statues in movies. They ACTUALLY CAME TO LIFE. LIKE REAL DINOSAURS. ONLY RED. Then some zombies came for some reason!!

The dinosaurs couldn't see very well and weren't very fast, so we were walking away from them quickly. We were still scared though, for some reason. If they were chasing you in a straight line, you could walk into another room if you were really quiet and they wouldn't notice. My friend Thuong was in the dream, and kept getting chased by a small red T-Rex. (But still much bigger than a human.) She was really scared and had this look on her face like "OMG T-REX" as you would. Everytime she would silently walk into another room, she would whimper and the T-Rex would find her again. Silly Thuong!

There was also a room full of red centipedes. My whole family, boyfriend Grant and family friend Belinda were sitting in this giant room with hundreds of other people, and giant centipedes on the floor. (About 30cm in length, a few inches wide?) They couldn't see, so everyone in the room (instead of walking out of the room quietly) was just sitting there, still and quietly, staring at the stupid bugs. I had been touched by these bugs before, and if they touched you, you would be teleported back to your bedroom/house for some reason. Everyone thought you would die if they touched you, so no one did. I whispered to Grant & Belinda that it just teleported you and they both went "Why the hell are we still here?" and made LOTS of noise so the centipedes would touch them and they disappeared. I was like WHAT THE HELL? and my parents were like "where did they go?! O_O" The problem with them teleporting was that they might be teleported to a zombie-infested house or something. But they didn't think of that because people in my dreams are stupid. Really stupid.

After a while I came to my senses and walked out of the room, followed by some friends and family. We went to my primary school, which also had many red dinosaurs. I was looking for Grant and Belinda because I was worried about them being eaten.

Then I woke up.

I hope I have that dream again, I'm smarter now that I'm awake.

Ojaye: Erectile dysfunction could mean a bunch of other problems, like heart problems. I learnt it on Oprah...
Grant: Or like an unattractive wife.

HI EVERYONE.

I saw an awesome shirt today! My friend Daniel was wearing it. It was blank, with "This is my best shirt" written on it. Everytime I see him, he's wearing a cool shirt. Has anyone else got a friend like that? Where they have awesome clothes? I just want to rip it off them when I see them. Just have a casual conversation with them and suddenly grab them by the collar and rip the shirt over their head and run away as they chase me and yell that I'm insane.

There was a point to this blog but I can't remember what it was. That seems to happen a lot, doesn't it? I'm doing an essay about MRI scans at the moment. My goodness it's boring. I mean, interesting in its own special way but come on, I just want it to be finished.

OOOO! I found an awesome link. Does anybody remember this book? I used to have it when I was young. I still might have it somewhere, I don't know why my mother would be so heartless as to sell it. There is a Monster at the End of this Book.

Nice. I should end this post because I really have nowhere to go with it. Here's a dress I like and want to buy.



 *watching Ghost Whisperer*
Ojaye: Wait, what did they promise?
Mum: They promised not to hide their gift from each other, and not hide from each other anymore. It's called a gift for a reason and stuff. Like you and I have the gift of dance.
Ojaye: HAHAHA
Mum: ... and we have to hide it from everyone.

FIRE ENGINES. WEEEWOOOWEEEWOOO

So I had a really bad day Thursday. (Keep reading, this isn't a 'sad' blog. I'm going somewhere with this!)

I woke up in the morning for my prac (Chemistry in the laboratories) and my labcoat and safety glasses were not where I had left them. I've been driving my brother to school a lot lately so I had little time to look for it. (I later found it under two giant teddy bears I got for my birthday this year). Those who do pracs would know without a labcoat, glasses and appropriate shoes, you simply aren't allowed to participate. This results in a fail. (You may be able to reschedule but it's a hassle and I have no time for that.) I was really tired as well so I was freaking out, stressing, crying, angry. You know, the whole bit.

Anyway I texted a few friends and found I could hire the things I needed from uni for a fee. I had a feeling you could do this but I didn't want to rely on it, seeing as they may run out of lab coats etc... so I hired a ripped, stained labcoat which smelled of a thousand sweaty adolescent men. I got a pair of beaten-up lab glasses but it was better than nothing.

After my prac, I got on the bus an I felt awful. Nauseous. Very sick. I was actually getting worried as I began to grow more and more uncomfortable in my seat. All of a sudden, my stomach started to constrict and I started to gag and lurch etc. My body was trying to vomit but the person in front of me was wearing a nice hat so I didn't want to ruin it. Also the girl next to me would have been shocked. For the first time in my life, I was able to stop myself from violently vomiting. In the past I haven't been so lucky. After the incident, I was sweating and shaking the whole way home. I called my mum when I got off the bus and told her (because I didn't want to scare anyone around me. XD) I was terrified, I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was trying to think of all the reasons why I would be feeling this way. (Mum: "You're not pregnant are you?!") I hadn't eaten or had a drink all day. I hadn't had much sleep. I was stressed from the morning's incidents. The bus driver was driving like a formula 1 racer and I have a tendency to get car sick (but never that bad).

Then I remembered! In the labs I had been using a lot of chemicals with fumes. For some reason I could smell them strongly while others didn't notice. I also remembered that I'm pretty sensitive to fumes, as I can't use bleach often when cleaning because it makes me sick too. I flipped through my laboratory manual to find this:

ETHYL ACETATE: May be harmful by inhalation, ingestion or skin absorption. Prolonged exposure can cause: nausea, headache and vomiting and narcotic effect.
Inhalation: Vapours may cause drowsiness and dizziness.

Damn it, Chemistry! Why can't we just be friends?!

Anyway, something that day made everything all better. Well not really because I thought I was going to die but this was really nice. When I was waiting at my bus stop, there were some FIREMEN IN TOWN. Like, A LOT OF THEM. Hundreds! I don't know why they weren't out fighting fires, but they weren't. They weren't wearing their awesome uniforms, they were wearing police-like uniforms with "Fire Dept" on the side or something like that. There were a few near my bus stop, laughing and talking. There had obviously been some huge event or award ceremony or something. Next to me, there was a homeless man looking through a rubbish bin. In South Australia, if we take drink cans to the recycling dept. we get 10c for every can we recycle. This can add up. I've seen this man before, he seems to work very hard gathering cans to make money to live. He carts them around everywhere. He was looking through the bin next to me when a fireman started walking towards him with a big cardboard box. Inside the box was - what appeared to be - all the cans that they had gathered from the event they had just attended.
"Merry Christmas!" The fireman smiled.
The homeless man looked up at him, shocked. Everyone in the vicinity was smiling. There had to be at least $5-$10 worth of cans in there. That is a lot of cans.

Kinda restores your faith in humanity, doesn't it?

And firemen have always been freakin' awesome to me, so that's just made me love them even more. Omg.

Ojaye: I like these glasses. I want sunglasses like these but everyone has them. Heaps of people at uni wear them and I don't want them because of that.

Mum: It's about time you started to fit in. Don't worry about not wearing what everyone else is wearing... Remember when I told you when you were young to have your own style, don't wear what everyone else is, don't follow the crowd? I was lying. I only told you that to save money. You're a but embarassing to be around now, you should start trying to fit in more.

You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl

I am obsessive. When I like something, I like it too much. When I was a toddler I was obsessed with animals and constantly pretended I was a cat, meowing everything I said and expecting people to understand me. (The meows would have the same rhythm as the sentences I was saying. Example: "Hello" was "Meow meow" and "how are you?" was "Meow meow meow?")

When I was in school, I was obsessed with Pokemon. Ok, I'm still obsessed, but MUCH less than I was before. Trust me on that. Both the cat and pokemon incidents led my mum to believe I would never have friends. She openly and honestly admits that because even I'm surprised I managed to make friends so easily.

Now I am a hormone-raging teenager, I am obsessed with social aspects of life. Friends, and, of course, the boyfriend. I'm so creepy. I wouldn't date me. My other obsession is musicccccccc. That's one of my lifelong ones. When I like music I dive into it and relate to every single freaking song I hear. If the guy is in love with a girl in the song, I'll fall in love with her too and think, "aww she sounds so perfect!" or I'll go "I hope I'm like that too..." Anyway let's get on with what I'm actually writing about for this post.

Florence and the Machine. Very good music. I love her lyrics. I used to repeat 'Rabbit Heart' over and over and over again. The other day in the boyfriend's car, Mara played "Howl" on repeat on Grant's mp3 player. I couldn't hear the lyrics because we were talking. I went home and listened to it properly and became completely addicted to the song.

If you could only see the beast you've made of me

I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free

Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart

Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

Song: Howl
Artist: Florence and the Machine
Album: Lungs


That's not the only song I've come across this week that I love. No, this is not 'song of the week.' I have another one. When I started listening to this, I had to push condoms into my ears to protect myself because HER MUSIC IS SEX. SEX FOR EARS.

Song: Precious
Artist: Esperanza Spalding
Album: Esperanza


Esperanza Spalding: Another girl crush. She's added to my list of girl crushes. I might post a blog of my girl crushes one day. She has an amazing singing voice and plays sexy double bass AT THE SAME TIME.

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

SHE PLAYS DOUBLE BASS AND SINGS AT THE SAME TIME.

Incredible.