His Noodliness...

I LOVE knowing weird things. I'm a well of very useless but interesting knowledge. So how this has managed to escape me for the past six years, I don't know. I'm ashamed that I did not discover this sooner and feel like a failure as a knower (*not a word) of useless things. What am I talking about? The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Those of you who know me and have had contact with me over the past 7 hours are probably groaning and thinking, "Really? Will she ever shut up about this thing?!" The answer is no. I will not. I may be late but at least now I know about it and until I get tired of it or I'm killed by relatives/friends/random people I talk to who are tired of my constant yapping about this religion.

It started as an argument with my sister who said there was a religion called 'Flying Bowl of Pasta'. I told her no one could possibly be stupid enough to worship spaghetti(I was kinda right as I will explain in a while). After nearly dying of laughter I googled the phrase to prove her wrong. Technically she WAS wrong 'cause there was nothing about flying bowls of pasta but there was something called The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I was about to admit that the girl was right when I read through the origin of the religion. The founder of FSM (also known an Pastafarianism-HAAHA!)was a guy who was against the teaching of creationism in schools. What I got from the article I read was; his point was that the post of God can be filled by any deity from any religion and thus since he believes in an all powerful Spaghetti Monster, it too as to be part of the curriculum (which is-of course-utterly ridiculous). Its not really a religion but the stuff that guy came up with is intensely awesome. From its stripper and beer-full heaven to its belief that the decrease in the number of pirates is the leading cause of global warming. This was an interesting way of tackling the problem. Even the pope thought so. He may have poked fun at the major religions but still. Good stuff! You should go to uncyclopedia and read the stuff they've written about FSM. Some people have waaay too much time on their hands :)

super people (underwear in)

Two posts in two days...this must be a record!anyway yeah. The zit ,in all its red glowing DISGUSTING glory is still with me. That however is not what this post is about. I had an awesome day. The Green Hornet is a must watch! I love movies that don't have your typical heroes. If they are not wearing spandex and their underwear is inside their pants I'm hooked :). I don't like the way people try to make heroes look like they are not susceptible to normal things like mistakes and selfishness ...and jealousy (unless of course the hero is not human. In that case carry on with your righteous self *cough that sounds suspiciously like superman*). I also love it when the love story is a bit off. Or non-existent like in The Mechanic-another seriously awesome movie. Not EVERYTHING has to involve some unattainable girl that must be won over by your decision to wear your underwear over your pants *cough that sounds suspiciously like superman*. Sometimes no matter how much the underwear sets off the colour of your eyes, the girl will not fall for you! I liked the way in The Green Hornet, the person perceived to be the hero was just a very silly man with a lot of money and an insanely smart Japanese(stereotype much?) friend. And that 'the girl' was not some weak mama with a damsel-in-distress complex but the mastermind (even though she didn't know it). In short, I don't like this storyline that's been repeated since sijui prehistoric times. There has never been and there never will be a human being (not counting prophets. They're special) who is so utterly selfless that they would make it their job to safeguard the lives of people they don't know, EVERY SINGLE DAY, without compensation. Such a person probably wouldn't last long anyway. Death seems to like people who go looking for it.

Damn it! Its feb already!

Again I have failed as a blogger. Its ok though. I apparently have other more marketable talents that I can't talk about 'cause technically last night never happened :) (sorry for using an inside joke in the blog but it had to be done!). Anyway its been a reeeeeally long while since my last post and I have so much to say that I could write a mini-series or something but don't worry. I won't subject you guys to all the gory details of my life (which, by the way, is getting stranger by the day.) main points;

1.Mango season
Mangoes are now my favourite fruit. WHAT! I'm so in love. I've been eating so many that my family members are starting to not like my visits because of the rate of mango-depletion that occurs when I'm around. There are these mangoes that are sold near my hostel. OGF! I felt like I was walking on a cloud that was floating on the waters of a river in heaven. I was transported to a magical place where anything is possible and all my dreams came true. Then I finished the mango and immediately started having withdrawal symptoms so I bought another one. I don't know what I'm going to do when mango season is over. Sijui rehab...

2. School (yes. I did just put mangoes before school)
Things are getting thick! This year I don't even know whats happening. I lost focuss *sigh*. I'm in the process of getting it back though. I can't let second sem do me like first sem. First sem was just a nasty kapervert who kept doing things I didn't like or enjoy...on a lighter note, class is very interesting these days. People have relaxed around each other and we are like a small community (that is deprived of females :/. I think my male classmates can sympathize with the Chinese.)

3. Stuff
I'm trying the relationship thing and I don't just suck at it, I'm the worst girlfriend ever! The sad thing is there's really nothing I can do about it because its just the way I am. I was better as a single person...
My personal life has been interesting of late mainly because of internal conflict and shit. It's not fun but its interesting. Now every time I hear a song about making choices and doing the right thing I just get depressed (fake depression. Not the real one). The wrong thing is always the most fun thing to do. Forbidden fruit tastes like mangoes :). Seriously. Sometimes I think God tests me too much. Surely. A girl can only contain herself for so long then you put temptation right there in her face???? AAAAAAH! Unfairness! And what if by doing the wrong thing, I'm doing the right thing? What if the only reason the right thing is right is because you made a stupid impulsive decision that you don't know how to undo? I hate being a grown-up. Mummy!

Aaaaaand those are the highlights. I'll try to blog over the next two weeks as much as possible. TRY being the operative word :)