The man with the orange head

Hey Ojaye, this joke reminds me of you! A friend told it to me the other day, and I loved it so much I made him repeat it so I could share:

So one afternoon a man walked into a bar. He was totally normal except for the fact that he had an orange for a head. Naturally the bartender asked him "Why do you have an orange for a head?"

The man said: "Ah, it's a long story... but since you asked, here goes. One day I was walking down the street and I saw a lamp. I picked it up but it was really dusty so I rubbed it. Then POOF! A Genie appeared.

With a wicked grin, he said I could have 3 wishes, anything that I wanted.

My first wish was to have a beautiful wife and I got a beautiful wife.

My second wish was to have a million dollars and I got a million dollars."

Wondering what trick the genie had pulled, the bartender asked him what the third wish was.

The man with the orange head replied: "My third wish was to have an orange for a head."

Awkward silences are so... awkward

Yesterday I went to a discussion group at uniSA. I didn't really want to go at first, but mum made a big deal out of it so i went to get her off my back.

I got there and wandered around for a while because all the buildings were a little confusing! The interviewer found me and took me to the room (I was the last one to arrive) and told us she'd be right back.

There were 8 other people there and everyone was just sitting in silence. It was such an awkward silence but everyone knew how awkward it was so we kind of looked each other like “Hey. How awkward is this right?”

So awkward.

It actually made me smile and then I wanted to laugh but didn’t because I didn’t want the others to think I was weird or anything, just sitting there laughing for no reason.

After a while I got this really bad urge to go “How you doin?” in a Joey voice. Just to see how they’d react.

In the end we were saved by the interviewer. She came back into the room and I knew we were all thinking the same thing: Thank God!! First off she told us we were being filmed, which made me immediately check my hair. I know... what a girly reflex!

Then the discussion started. It was basically her asking us a whole bunch of questions about what we thought of the uni, what we liked and didn’t like, our careers and stuff.

The whole thing lasted for 1 ½ hours and by the end we were feeling more relaxed. After it was over I went to look around the uni. The place looks pretty nice and modern (although all the stairs might get a bit tiring).

When I got home I thought about all the things I'm going to miss about high school. Being in a familiar place, knowing everyone there, getting to hang out with friends.

I'm really, really going to miss that. But I'm ridiculously happy about the not having to do maths part.

Cooking is awesomely fun

I'm bursting with pride. See, I've accomplished one of my goals for 2010 already. And look at that, only 5 days into the year!

Towards the end of 2009 I realised that I had absolutely no cooking skills. If I moved out to live by myself - and believe me I plan to do that as soon as I can and definitely at a younger age than my brother - I would starve.

Aside from instant noodles and scrambled eggs, I had nothing.

So... yesterday I got my first lesson in making dinner. Aunty showed me how to make rice, and I got ridiculously excited when I opened up the rice cooker and actually found the rice all cooked. It was amazing.

Then I got inspired. Had visions of myself in the kitchen, doing it Masterchef-style. In reality I only managed to stirfry beef with tomatoes and peas.

And today's dinner was chicken with cabbage and capsicum, sprinkled with pepper. You should see me in the kitchen. It's so much fun cooking and just chucking spices and ingredients into the pan!

As with most chefs, I even have a special ingredient that I use. It's tomato sauce.

Seriously, I use it in all my meals. Mum looked at me with a "WTF? Weirdo!" face but I think it adds a little something to the food. Trust me. Tomato sauce. Use it.

Satisfaction is mine. Not counting the unfortunate incident with the knife, so far it's gone great. I could be the next Poh! Err okay, I'm probably not that good. BUT my goal was to learn how to cook and I'll be damned, I can actually do it.

Behold!

McDreamy? More like McGermy!

So it’s 2010. I'm still confused about whether it's a new decade or not but a new year, that's exciting!!

What did i do, you ask? How did i celebrate? Did i go and enjoy yum cha with the rest of my family? No. I’ll tell you what i was doing. I was huddled in bed, hacking up... stuff... and blowing out disgusting... things... from my nose.

Here’s a tip for you.
Never marry a doctor.
I’m serious.
Don’t.
It might sound nice. A doctor, right? Reliable, smart, rich, hot.
When you think of a doctor, you think of someone like McDreamy, don’t you?
WRONG.

Don’t marry a doctor. Even if he happens to look like this:


Unless you don't mind living with germs 24/7. Because that’s exactly what it’s like. Germs everywhere. Sickness that is contagious. Coughing, tissues, sneezing, blowing, whining.

Is that really how you want to live your life?

(I'll just go ahead and answer that question for you. No.)

Greetings blog world

Hey! Trang here. I’m blogging. Haven’t done this in a while so i’m a little rusty. Bear (or bare? Ooh that’s sexier) with me and read on friend!