Popcorn Flavoured Jelly Bellies

Jelly Bellies can be a fun surprise. What's that orange on? Mango you say? oh ya, and how about the dark green ones or any shade of red? So good. But whats that white and yellow flavour? Banana? That could be good. Roasted marshmellow? Mmmmm. Perhaps some tropical concoction. Let's give it a try...

POPCORN!!!??? are you serious??!!! That is the most putred, vile thing I have ever eaten! I become like unto this pumpkin - just tossing my seeds in the lavatory. I would rather have the Harry Potter beans with ear wax and puke cause I'm going to end up with puke taste in my mouth anyway so I'd rather not add the sick popcorn flavour on top of it.

And that is why it is so important to eat Jelly Bellies one at a time. The popcorn flavour will over power any other flavour combination and send you straight to the seventh circle of hell.

I give it one half breath mint out of 5. (Half is the minimum I am allowed to give as a rating)

Pon and Zi

These are comics that I found on the internet that I love. Anywho I have attached the ones that make me think of Mr. Sollywood. I really love being married, and the more I learn about being married the more I realise that choosing a spouse is incredibly important and I totally lucked out!

***Below is sappy, you have been warned, what am I saying, the above is really sappy too.

Ramley Burger

Good luck finding these beauties outside Singapore or Malaysia. And they may very well be one of the greatest things you'll ever eat! Hold on just a second cause it sounds a little gross... cheap beef or chicken wrapped in a fried egg, add various toppings like baked beans, cabbage, carrot, hot sauce, mayo and cheese and a sprinkle of greasy love. Holy crap, I want one right now. Its been over 6 years since I've been in Malaysia and was able to chow down on this awesomeness. Gila! Gila I say! (ya, my Malay has grown weak)

If you ever find yourself wandering the streets of Ipoh, Perak at night, hope you find a Ramley burger stand and it will make your life complete. I give it 4 and a half pepto bismols out of 5.

(By the way, Sollywoods Random Reviews is a new sister blog page to the Sollywoods. You can also read about the Ramley Burger there. Either click view out complete profile or go to www.sollywoods-randomreviews.blogspot.com)

Korea, can you feel it?

I think that a lot of the time I don't see the guidance I receive until after. For example, I felt very unhappy about going to Korea, and looking into it more Mr. Sollywood and I realised that the school we were being sent to was sketch. However there was the option to go with another company, demand a new school etc. And yet those options didn't 'feel' right. And I always struggle with the 'feeling' thing. Give me a logical reason and I am all over that. But tell me to go with my feelings and I just become so lost and confused. But I have been working on following the promptings of the spirit through acknowledging what I feel.
So this was the one of the first times that I really said alright feelings you will win this time, whatever it is you decide, I will do. (Which was big because that also meant that Mr. Sollywood would do it too.) AND who would have thought, I got it right.
North Korea is provoking South Korea, civilians have been hurt and some have relocated and war might actually happen. Now those of you who have kept up with the news since the last war in Korea might say that this is nothing new. However the stakes are higher now. Among a myriad of reason; the leaders in N. Korea want to ensure succession stays in the family, S.Korea wants to be completely sure that the global market sees that N and S Korea are separate (communism isn't cool in a global economy.)
I am glad that we are not in S.Korea super nervous about what is about to go down. Especially because knowing Mr.Sollywood he would have wanted to enter N.Korea (just to see it) and we would then be stuck there, in the work camps, hoping for war so that S. Korea could invade and get us out of there.

If only you could see this through Calvins eyes

Dear Santa. Why is your operation located at the North Pole? I'm guessing cheap elf labour, lower environmental standards, and tax breaks. Is this really the example you want to set for us impressionable kids? ...My plan is to put him on the defensive before he considers how good I've been.

Oh Bill Watterson, you understand the world from a perspective I envy.

So here's the thing. When I quit Kelseys 6 months ago I said I would never step back in that store. I left my greasy work clothes in the trash bin out of fear that it might cause an enormous explosion if I burnt it like originally planned. We were suppose to go to Korea soon after but that went sketchy. Then the past few months getting no where looking for a job. Working as a mayo sniffer, and unloading trucks. I also began working at the Distress Center on the phones. On saturday, a caller read the Food Basics flyer to me. Bacon is on sale until Thursday. It's going to be a fun job and may open some opportunities for me. But as stated earlier... here's the thing - I just crawled back to Kelseys. I had to psych myself up to walk back in there, was warmly recieved, and told I can have my pick at whatever shifts I want. Nice to know I have good repore (report with a silent t?) with them. Makes me think of Santa and why he is located in the North Pole. At first I thought I was the impressionable kids but I think now I'm more like Santa.

Who thinks of this?

Do you ever wonder where stuff comes from? Not like manufactured stuff cause its obviously China or one of those lame temp jobs I've had, but seemingly ridiculous endevours that are so obvious to us now. Like who was the first guy who looked at a cow and said to himself "I'm going to drink whatever comes out of those things when I squeeze them." Gross man. And we all love cake. Flour, eggs, sugar, give or take a few other ingredients but someone at some point had to think let's just combine all this and see what happens. Flour alone - gross, raw eggs - gross, sugar alone - sometimes yummy but come on. While it is fallacious reasoning to think that an object is equal to the sum of its parts (fallacy of addition) but who thinks lets take a couple gross things and make something yummy. A freakin guru-slash-warlock-slash-kryptonian. Just kidding, I have no idea whether or not Kryptonians can bake. And have you ever seen the inside of a computer? Holy junk, how the does that work? I understand how action potentials work in the brain and release neurotransmitters into the synapses of the various sections of your brain that results in basically everything the human body does (want more detail and I'd be happy to but this is my blog, I do as I want and as my train of thought takes me) but I just don't get how these bumpy thingys on a mother board allow me to type what I`m typing or watch equals three because they have a flow of electricity going through them. A bunch of hokum I say. Burn the witch. And I'm sitting... yes I`m sitting and I just went back to edit something and forgot where I was going with that line. A synapses misfired. But I do enjoy the dopamine I get from Hersheys chocolate.
When I was younger I wanted to grow fangs when my baby teeth fell out. I still have dreams of my teeth falling out but no fangs... There are many disappointments we have to relive over the course of our lives... like the dragon ball evolution movie. No wait, I`ll never watch that again. Ruin my childhood...... I mean late teens... to current. Let`s do a random Fight Club quote:

“You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.”

Halloween... but no Calvin and Hobbes quote mixed in today

So I finally decided to upload some of the pictures from my iPhone. To the right, this lovely piece here is last years jack-o-lantern. We called him Jack. If you don't recognize it then just don't read my blog anymore. Go watch Nightmare Before Christmas and then you can talk to me again. Maybe. You may also want to bring me a fruit basket. I like those. Try to find one with papaya.

On your left you will notice my most recent abominable creation - Big guy eating small guy!! I never actually named it until now but I thought that was pretty clever for thinking on my toes... cause apparently my frontal lobe is in my toes now. And for the record, I feel there should be no age limit on trick or treating as long as you have a costume. Not one of those welfare costumes where all you do is put on some mask and think you deserve candy, oh no, it's gotta have some thought and effort. If some old guy comes up to me and he's dressed like a mental patient, a hobo or a zombie - he's getting a mini chocolate bar. Let me tell ya. Speaking of mental patients, Halloween brings up some interesting things to think about. Not only would Freud have something to say about an adults choice of costume (men dressing up as women for example, but I'm not going there on that role reversal thing right now, or my perpetual need become a creature of the night this time of year) but kids are suddenly asked to go ask candy from strangers. Perhaps you've heard this before - "don't take candy from strangers". Its been ground into our heads since we were toddlers in some form or another. But then suddenly once a year it's okay to put on a costume and ask for candy. So don't take candy from strangers unless you or them o both are wearing a costume. I feel this may be why people rob banks wearing masks. Its not necessarily to hide their identity, oh no, it's because we've told them from a young age that it's okay to take what you want as long as you are in costume and and say the right words. God bless Halloween.

I'm caught between sarcasm and seriousness with that last statement cause I think Halloween freakin rules