I saw spinach flavoured instant noodles in the supermarket today. Why does this exist?

FACTS...! AND! SCIENCE!

So, my friend discovered a website (tumblr?) called "psychofactz" which claims to be about psychology and facts. 

Ahaha what.
The facts in question (and me being sad and actually trying to bring real facts into them):

This one is patently untrue because well, it's a bloody survey, not a study. And it's about what men find desirable, not what type of woman is better at being a wife. 

Please tell that to all the PTSD sufferers out there. Oh, you're not laughing? You haven't suffered at all, OKAY!

Boredom leads to Creativity?

I'm a little bored right now, so I thought I'd take apart someone's bad writing. And self-aggrandizement, as will become apparent.
Ladies and Gentlemen, from the TV Tropes Writer's Block (which is allegedly a tool that helps writers) I give you Major Tom (Eye'm the Cutest!).
Enlarging the photo is suggested for maximum Eye'm the worstest.

Whatever the hell this is, it isn't good writing, neither is it an awesome moment. Unless it is that awesome moment where every decent writer on this planet secretly swears to kill all the hacks they find.

“Dig in right here and do not let them pass! The last transport is on its way!” Colonel Smith said as he hosed down the approaching Preyaran infantry with his M-5 machine gun. “You like that? There’s plenty more where that came from!”Mat, Tenchi and Daniel immediately ran over next to his position.“Sorry we’re late Colonel.” Mat said ducking behind the barricade with his rifle.“Better late than never Watkins!” Smith said as he glanced around for a count of his team. “Anyone seen Noland? Sasha? Viktor? Benjamin?”“I haven’t seen her since we pulled back from the motor pool! I think she got separated into the hospital.” Sergeant Major Sharon replied.“Great now I got to find Jessie. Watkins you just volunteered! Get in that hospital and find her and get her out of there! Yamanaka! Daniel! Get on the line and give us a hand!”

Firstly the punctuation is all wrong, and that is quite frankly the least offensive thing about this paragraph. This is allegedly an awesome moment. A hook for the reader. It is bloody boring.

Mat took off to the right intent on finding his missing comrade, the newest member of Assault Team Bravo, the 22 year old blonde haired, blue eyed, small chested Staff Sergeant Jessebelle “Jessie” Marietta Noland. Standing only four feet eight inches tall and weighing a mere eighty-four pounds she was the smallest member of the team ever, often mistaken for a child. But at the same time, she had proven herself in combat several years earlier at Tarsius and had passed full training for AT: Bravo.

I cannot even begin. Let me improve that for you because we clearly don't know everything about Jessebelle "Jessie" Marietta Noland.

Jessebelle "Jessie" Marietta Noland was a twenty-two year old, blond haired, but more platinum than yellow, blue eyed, like forget-me-nots and cornflowers and blue skies mixed together and really small chested because I love lolis. Standing at only four feet, eight inches, or 142.2cm and weighing merely eighty-four pounds, or 38.1017kg, she had a BMI of 18.8, which makes her barely normal and not fit for battle but that doesn't matter because she's got anime powers. She was the smallest member of the team ever, and often mistaken for a child but her parents, Ralph "Ray" Noland and Lucinda "Lucy" Noland nee Reed, did not think this a problem and encouraged her to play with the boys and learn to use guns. Why, they even thought it was cute! She once won a judo competition by throwing the other guy onto the next mat, so size clearly is irrelevant okay! She had proven herself in combat multiple times over like the time she dived through a pillbox with grenades in her clothes and survived. 

Disclaimer: This is ironic and I really don't write like that. 

More importantly, this is horribly wrong I can't mock it without gouging my eyes out. 

Meanwhile inside the hospital…“You think you elves got what it takes to kill me? Not a fucking chance! I am Jessie Noland and I have faced your kind before and sent you packing!”Jessie grasped her M-4 Breyl Automatic Rifle in hand. A large weapon, the Breyl stood nearly as long as she was tall at four feet in length and weighing in at fourteen kilograms. It fired a 20mm Minovski particle bolt at three hundred shots per minute with devastating firepower. Originally a Feyline weapon still used by them, the Breyl never saw much popularity in the Terran forces compared to the M-6 Ascendant Battle Rifle, but where it sees use it always sees a willing user.Two Preyaran Lancers opened fire on Jessie from a floor above her through the bombed out remains of the ceiling above her. She returned fire with a hail of eight shots downing them both. Three more Lancers popped out of cover above her to the left on another broken section of ceiling. She quickly shifted her Breyl over and gunned them down in a hail of fire.“Is that it? Really? Is that the best you can do?” Jessie yelled out as she fired on two more.“No.” A voice sounded from the ruins of the hospital.She rounded right catching sight of another Lancer trying to pass by above her and promptly buried him in a barrage of particle bolts. She shifted left to catch another target but this time when she pressed the trigger, the gun ran dry depleted of reserve charge. Jessie immediately reached for and drew her combat sword, a hand and a half weapon designed for close combat against the Preyarans.“Come on! Who else wants some!” She yelled out as she cast aside her rifle onto the ground.Four Lancers dropped down into the room she was in each having drawn their own swords.“Mighty brave of you Terran to draw on us like this.” One of them said. “We shall enjoy this.”Jessie reached for the combat knife on her belt and held it in her right hand opposite her sword.“Not before I enjoy this more.” Jessie quipped.

Elves? Lancers? Terrans? Where the fuck is this even taking place I cannot.
God why is this man telling us the specs of the gun how do they even matter? Bloody hell this really speaks for itself because it is genuinely awful. Oh and witty quips. Goddammit.

She flipped her knife onto its edge in her hand stepped her left foot forward and threw it at the opposing Lancers burying the blade in the rightmost one's right eye. That Lancer stumbled back in pain as she charged forward. She ran to the right catching the other Lancer on the right swinging and dodged the blade before countering with a stab into his chest. She turned backward running her sword through the Lancer with the knife in his eye and yanked it right back out holding it in a reverse grip in her right hand. The closest remaining Lancer charged, the second one close behind. The first strike came down and was met by Jessie’s sword as she turned backward and buried her knife in the other’s throat before yanking it back out. She turned again as the remaining Lancer tried to strike again deflecting the blade to the left and countering with a quick thrust into his belly.“I told you, not before I enjoy this more.” Jessie said to herself.“Impressive…most impressive.” A voice sounded from above.

No. This is boring as shit.

And this is just a taste of what I consider the Awesome Moments of Endless Conflict.

No.
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I am in true pain right now.

It kind of depresses me when people ask if Hallelujah was the song from Shrek. I mean, Leonard Cohen is only one of the greatest song writers ever, and John Cale only invented several types of rock. No offense to anyone, but they (the former especially) deserve more recognition.

Also, I found out the real story behind Hallelujah today, and my mind is blown.
Two reasons:
1) People actually thought it was an ordinary love song (???)
2) Cohen was a conservative Jew, and his lyrics reflect that.

It really is interesting. Proof that a good song has a story behind it.

We were talking about random crap during a free class today, and I still giggle when I think about it.

We had TOK today - or to be precise it was a free but we weren't sure about that so we sat in class anyway. The story behind this being that our principal takes that class.
Somehow the topic shifted to my "illegal business activities" which are actually more to do with a video game I'm helping write for. How that is illegal I am yet to understand but yeah. My friends asked me my handle name for that project which I refused to give them - instead, I told them about Pleiades.

My real mistake was stopping at Pleia and then derping on the pronunciation.

Oh god I can't stop laughing.

We were talking about Aish and how I should rap about her (the AISH AISH BABY OOOH~~ rap), while one of these wonderful people offered to beatbox for me. Also, how I have a bitch (my dog :3), so me and my bitch can be playas and do the rap thang.

An Aish rap actually exists now. 

I finally got out of my house after ages and ages and went to watch the Iron Lady. It's a good movie, and Meryl Streep is brilliant as usual. It's also pretty neutral in tone, so even if you hate her guts (Thatcher I mean), it's very watchable.
Personally, while I really like how she's one of those rare "strong" women in history, I don't agree with a lot of things she said and did, and definitely not with some of her economic policies. I'm certainly not conservative in my beliefs and that makes me biased - though I can't claim that her policies didn't work at the time. But I could say the same for Indira Gandhi whose life would be equally good as a biopic in the hands of a good director.

On the bright side, I now only have 20 or so more movies left to go before the end of spring break. 

Lots of Random Stuff

Not that I'm an expert, but a Skype conversation I just had reminded me that I need to pimp some good music from Indian rock.

1. Junkyard Groove - One of my favourites. If I had to recommend any band from India, this would be it. It's Okay is an amazing song by them.
2. Parikrama - These guys are pretty famous all things considered. But It Rained is a good listen. 
3. Pentagram - I'm not a big fan of their style, but Voice is simply brilliant, and you should listen to it over and over again or something. 
4. Them Clones - I love these guys. The Bomb Song is really, really good. Good vocals and lyrics. Though that's about the same for all of the songs I've linked.

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I had my french oral today. My final oral ever. I, uh, don't know how to feel about that, seriously. I decided, literally on a whim, to talk about African influences in French music, and ended up with the best excuse ever to blare loud music at midnight. 

"It's for my oral, OKAY!"

I've been listening to quite a bit of Raï as a result . The real result of that was discovering that a) Briggitte Fontaine had Arabic influences in her music and b)  I really like Cheb Khaled. He was the guy who came up with the slightly bizarre Didi (which has a Bengali version, amusingly enough), and - in my opinion sublime - Aïcha.
I need to take a teddy bear with me to my exams I think. Hugging things is surprisingly morale-boosting, if  the effects of embracing my schoolbag are anything to go by. I got through psychology with it in my arms okay.

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My friend in Singapore has tickets to Death Cab for Cutie and I feel frustrated that we got Pitbull instead. Yeah, I'm not a fan of rap. I've been trying to listen to socially-conscious rap of late, since Nicki Minaj makes me want to kill something, and I've taken a liking to Das Racist, Mos Def and this one song by the Roots called The Fire.

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 I've been playing Devil Survivor 2 on and off this week and it's a really good game. A bit difficult, but immensely satisfying. The soundtrack is really good too, so I'm a happy camper right now. I also got The Last Story while I was at it, and with a few tweaks, it had PS3 quality graphics on Dolphin (but never a real Wii) - it looks really good. Xenoblade was another pretty game, but it had awful character models, which LS clearly does not. Xenoblade was more captivating in it's first few minutes than this though. I haven't really gone OMG THIS IS SO COOL yet.
There's a scene in Devil Survivor 2 where a cat gets abandoned, and well, it near brought me to tears because I love animals I guess. Somehow, the way the whole thing was animated, along with them actually voicing the kitty (with the most pathetic, depressing meows ever), was just so damn sad. My entire reaction to the scene was "No oh no you don't goddamn it COOKIE! WHY WOULD YOU JUST LEAVE HIM THERE?!"
I hate people who abandon animals, because well, they're family. They love you and rely on you, and cheer you up when you're down. I can't even imagine losing my dog, even though she's old and stuff. If somehow, I could stop her from ever dying then I'd be really happy. She's visibly aging now. Bad back and what appears to be a messed up leg. Cataracts in both eyes and a depleted sense of smell. A little white beard and whitening muzzle. She's as beautiful as ever, but you can see that she's definitely on the wrong end of life.

Well, that was depressing. I need to go give her a hug now.