Oh my, Lawd.
The blog post below was initially written last year. I was editing my blog yesterday and somehow it posted again... All those suckers who commented, you guys are suckers.
I still appreciate your kind words. Please let it be known: your memory sucks (I posted this last year!) and the whole thing was a mega fail and resulted in me leaving ('cos I was just done with that shit) without even telling my supervisor. Oop.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
COMMUNITY PLACEMENT FAILURE - A CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION?
So, I called the unit coordinator in regards to my epic fail community placement and she has organized for me to go to another hospital tomorrow morning (6.45am yo) and do the wounds survey with third years. Meanwhile, I will stand there awkwardly feeling retarded as these third years expertly prod wounds. Huzzah.
Really, I shouldn't complain as this is probably the best possible outcome. I can get it over with super early and it doesn't interfere with my timetable. So my aim for tomorrow is to be as friendly, as open, as charming and charismatic as I know I can be, to speak clearly and confidently and to not be shy, mumbly and unprofessional. Because I know that when I mumble and become incoherent in my anxiety I come across as very inept and I don't want that.
I could write up a lab report about this...
Title: COMMUNITY PLACEMENT FAILURE - A CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION?
Aim: Come across as confident and knowledgeable at WoundsWest survey.
Hypothesis: I will fail.
Equipment:
Me
Some 3rd years
Wounds
Beds
Flimsy hospital gowns
Patients in gowns
Method:
1. Go up to people and say hello.
2. Speak clearly and concisely. Smile.
3. Appear confident, acknowledge ineptness as stupid 1st year. Potentially have a laugh about it with 3rd years.
4. Don't be a fool.
Results:
We shall see.
J
Really, I shouldn't complain as this is probably the best possible outcome. I can get it over with super early and it doesn't interfere with my timetable. So my aim for tomorrow is to be as friendly, as open, as charming and charismatic as I know I can be, to speak clearly and confidently and to not be shy, mumbly and unprofessional. Because I know that when I mumble and become incoherent in my anxiety I come across as very inept and I don't want that.
I could write up a lab report about this...
Title: COMMUNITY PLACEMENT FAILURE - A CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION?
Aim: Come across as confident and knowledgeable at WoundsWest survey.
Hypothesis: I will fail.
Equipment:
Me
Some 3rd years
Wounds
Beds
Flimsy hospital gowns
Patients in gowns
Method:
1. Go up to people and say hello.
2. Speak clearly and concisely. Smile.
3. Appear confident, acknowledge ineptness as stupid 1st year. Potentially have a laugh about it with 3rd years.
4. Don't be a fool.
Results:
We shall see.
J
Things You May Not Know About Me
1. I only eat original or salt & vinegar chips.
2. I suck in my tummy almost constantly when out (in the big wide world/public).
3. I'm pretty sure I get five serves of fruit, two serves of vege instead of the other way around... It's possible I will get fruit-instigated type 2 diabetes in the future.
4. My favourite numbers are multiples of four.
5. I peed my panties in year one...
6. I dance like a spaz when I'm at home and only in the company of my family.
7. I have obese man-hands (seriously, check them out next time you see me).
That's all I can think of right now. I'm hungry.
J
2. I suck in my tummy almost constantly when out (in the big wide world/public).
3. I'm pretty sure I get five serves of fruit, two serves of vege instead of the other way around... It's possible I will get fruit-instigated type 2 diabetes in the future.
4. My favourite numbers are multiples of four.
5. I peed my panties in year one...
6. I dance like a spaz when I'm at home and only in the company of my family.
7. I have obese man-hands (seriously, check them out next time you see me).
That's all I can think of right now. I'm hungry.
J
Bogans, Burgers and Other Shenanigans
I spent the day with Little Mishelle. We got up early (well, early for me at least. I got up at 7.30am. Little Mishelle apparently got up at 6am, the freak) and took a bus down to the city. We shopped in H-Town. We expected to see Meg at Cotton On but she wasn't there. I bought a (...nother) pleather jacket (for $15 though, my cheapest yet) from Cotton On, a poor (but cheap) substitution for Meg's beauty.
There was one toilet stop (quite a miracle for my pathetic bladder). Sadly, we went to a bathroom where most of the flushes weren't working. Three of the cubicles were taken. I looked in the empty one and it was jammed with toilet paper and a sweet yellow tinge. I decided to wait for another (who knows what was lurking underneath all that toilet paper that might spurt up and hit me in the face when I flushed...). As it happens, the one I went into had a broken flush and the toilet bowl was also jammed with toilet paper with a lovely yellow-ness to it. I pissed anyway. Little Mishelle got the only toilet with a flush (lucky as it is shark week for her).
We went to Grill'd on Beaufort Street. On the bus there, we saw this slightly overweight bogan guy (you could almost see the stench. I hope that helps you visualize the man in question) who proceeded to blow his nose into his flannel shirt (no seriously, it was flannel. He was like a walking/nose-blowing stereotype). We quickly got off the bus and Dettol-ed up before eating our delicious burgers.
I watched a couple of docos last night (one called "Dumb, Drunk and Racist" and the other about rape and female mutilation in Africa, can't remember the exact name but both were on ABC). I won't go into them much but it kind of pains me to see some of the attitudes existing in Australia. I love my home an insane amount and can't imagine a better country. I feel like Australia is legitimately the best country in the world. For some at least...
I was reading about the first doco, "Dumb, Drunk and Racist," on good ol' ontd the other day and some of the comments (mostly written by Americans) were about fears (as African Americans) of racism and racially instigated violence in Australia if they were to visit. It makes me sad. I don't think as a whole we are an overtly ("overtly" being the key word) racist nation but in some ways and in some population groups, we are very racist. Luckily, violence due to racism is pretty rare (as far as I'm concerned). I also think the newer generation is more aware and more tolerant.
J
There was one toilet stop (quite a miracle for my pathetic bladder). Sadly, we went to a bathroom where most of the flushes weren't working. Three of the cubicles were taken. I looked in the empty one and it was jammed with toilet paper and a sweet yellow tinge. I decided to wait for another (who knows what was lurking underneath all that toilet paper that might spurt up and hit me in the face when I flushed...). As it happens, the one I went into had a broken flush and the toilet bowl was also jammed with toilet paper with a lovely yellow-ness to it. I pissed anyway. Little Mishelle got the only toilet with a flush (lucky as it is shark week for her).
We went to Grill'd on Beaufort Street. On the bus there, we saw this slightly overweight bogan guy (you could almost see the stench. I hope that helps you visualize the man in question) who proceeded to blow his nose into his flannel shirt (no seriously, it was flannel. He was like a walking/nose-blowing stereotype). We quickly got off the bus and Dettol-ed up before eating our delicious burgers.
I watched a couple of docos last night (one called "Dumb, Drunk and Racist" and the other about rape and female mutilation in Africa, can't remember the exact name but both were on ABC). I won't go into them much but it kind of pains me to see some of the attitudes existing in Australia. I love my home an insane amount and can't imagine a better country. I feel like Australia is legitimately the best country in the world. For some at least...
I was reading about the first doco, "Dumb, Drunk and Racist," on good ol' ontd the other day and some of the comments (mostly written by Americans) were about fears (as African Americans) of racism and racially instigated violence in Australia if they were to visit. It makes me sad. I don't think as a whole we are an overtly ("overtly" being the key word) racist nation but in some ways and in some population groups, we are very racist. Luckily, violence due to racism is pretty rare (as far as I'm concerned). I also think the newer generation is more aware and more tolerant.
J
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
How To Deal
I've been having an absolute rubbish last couple of days. The lack of stimulus, the being inside, the friends who are constantly busy. That plus health issues and my dad's half-sister has advanced cancer she just found out about. I'm used to seeing my mum cry (like... every time my grandpa goes back to Malaysia) but seeing my dad cry is really bizarre and incredibly depressing.
Yeah. Not been having a good couple of days.
That thing I was hinting about earlier involving things that are too "private and intimate" or whatever words I used. It has amounted to nothing and I feel like a chump.
I just can't with life right now. I want to be on a holiday somewhere far away.
I sat down yesterday night and wrote a list of things I wanted to today. Here it is:
1. Write.
2. Read.
3. Bake --> bread?
4. Lib --> DVDs.
5. UWA writers' club (joining with Kim next semester).
6. Buy something for Wynn's.
7. Oatmeal raisin cookies.
8. Finish top.
Of the eight, I completed an admirable three. I wrote (or started writing... but it became depressing and I gave up). I read the last installment of the Airhead series by Meg Cabot (halfway through at present). I did not bake bread. I did not buy something for Wynn's (but I will tomorrow) and I did not finish top (it got too hard so I put it in my scraps bin. Oop).
Tomorrow will be better.
J
Yeah. Not been having a good couple of days.
That thing I was hinting about earlier involving things that are too "private and intimate" or whatever words I used. It has amounted to nothing and I feel like a chump.
I just can't with life right now. I want to be on a holiday somewhere far away.
I sat down yesterday night and wrote a list of things I wanted to today. Here it is:
1. Write.
2. Read.
3. Bake --> bread?
4. Lib --> DVDs.
5. UWA writers' club (joining with Kim next semester).
6. Buy something for Wynn's.
7. Oatmeal raisin cookies.
8. Finish top.
Of the eight, I completed an admirable three. I wrote (or started writing... but it became depressing and I gave up). I read the last installment of the Airhead series by Meg Cabot (halfway through at present). I did not bake bread. I did not buy something for Wynn's (but I will tomorrow) and I did not finish top (it got too hard so I put it in my scraps bin. Oop).
Tomorrow will be better.
J
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Justin Timberlake - "Rock Your Body"
I'm listening to this right now in case anyone's wondering...
J
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Friday, June 22, 2012
Agenda
Successfully fitting into jeans I couldn't wear comfortably three months ago. Check.
Next on the agenda: be able to fit into my ball dress. That's right, folks. I can no longer fit into my ball dress. And the tears stream down my face.
J
Next on the agenda: be able to fit into my ball dress. That's right, folks. I can no longer fit into my ball dress. And the tears stream down my face.
J
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Niall Horan Loves Food More Than People
This boy and his love for food KILLS ME every time. I love it. I love it so much:
J
J
One Direction Video Diary - Week 10
I like that Liam is basically eating throughout this whole thing. It has endeared him to me:
J
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That's Not What Makes You Beautiful (Oh Oh)
I was legitimately in a mopey/depressed way today because I had to come to terms with the fact that I have a penchant for really good looking guys but, unfortunately, am not good looking enough to get such a guy.
I know I sound like a dirk but this was seriously about all I thought about today and I felt very upset. That being said, I have a history of liking somewhat unattractive guys so maybe I do have a chance for happiness...
The sucky thing is that basically this whole world revolves around aesthetics. You can have a beautiful personality (not saying that I do or anything... although, let's be real, I'm fabulous) and still get shin-kicked if you're ugly or unattractive or "plain."
And the fact is, my penchant for good looking guys is due to the value I put in aesthetics and, as such, I am part of the problem. Maybe I should change my way of thinking and develop a penchant for really ugly guys.
J
I know I sound like a dirk but this was seriously about all I thought about today and I felt very upset. That being said, I have a history of liking somewhat unattractive guys so maybe I do have a chance for happiness...
The sucky thing is that basically this whole world revolves around aesthetics. You can have a beautiful personality (not saying that I do or anything... although, let's be real, I'm fabulous) and still get shin-kicked if you're ugly or unattractive or "plain."
And the fact is, my penchant for good looking guys is due to the value I put in aesthetics and, as such, I am part of the problem. Maybe I should change my way of thinking and develop a penchant for really ugly guys.
J
1D Meet & Great Photos
These are sho cute and funny.
http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/69850403.html#cutid1
I bet they all feel very firm and muscular to the touch.
J
http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/69850403.html#cutid1
I bet they all feel very firm and muscular to the touch.
J
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
The Last Day of Uni (for now...)
Today? Today, you ask?
Today was the last day of uni this semester. Let me walk you through it...
6am: Mum wakes me up. I roll around a bit.
6.30am: Get up. Fo real this time.
6.31am: Eat breakfast. Banana porridge, the breakfast of champions.
6.50am: Finish breakfast.
6.55am: Shower. Brush ma teeths. Get le dressed. Today, Big Michelle and I wore the same jacket... Awks. However, I'm pretty sure I looked a LOT better. So, there's that.
7.15am: Ready to seize the day!
7.20am: Leave with dad.
7.45am: Get to city.
7.50am: Catch bus to uni. Wow, this is getting tiring, writing out every detail of my day, despite it being infinitely intriguing and exciting.
8.20am: Get to uni. Read notes for 15 minutes.
8.45am: Go to Arts Lecture Room 9. Converse somewhat with people. Get ignored by She Who Shall Not Be Named.
9am: EXAM TIME!
10am: My stomach is rumbling so bad. Oh God, that one just sounded like a fart...
10.30am: I am so hungry.
11am: What is hunger? Is it hell?
11.01am: Why can't this exam be over already?
11.15am: I think I have transcended hunger... Oh wait, still hungry.
11.45am: FUCK THIS SHIT, I'm taking a nap.
11.50am: Nap.
11.55am: Nap.
11.59am: Nap.
12.00pm: "NO ONE CAN LEAVE THE EXAM ROOM UNTIL THE END OF THE EXAM."
12.10pm: "YOU MAY LEAVE THE EXAM ROOM."
12.11pm: AW, HELL YEAH.
12.13pm: Piss like a banshee. Nearly didn't make it to the facilities in time.
12.16pm: Talk to folks. Continue to get cold shouldered by She Who Shall Not Be Named. Wonder what would happen if I chucked something at her annoyingly impassive face.
12.25pm: Car time.
12.50pm or thereabouts: Lunch time. I didn't really like the marinara pizza because it tasted bad... Also, Albert sneezed mid-mouthful and it was quite nearly the foulest thing I have ever witnessed in my 19+ years of life. Food (previously masticated in his mouth) went all over his shirt and chin. And then he started eating it. That's right. EATING IT. HIS PREVIOUSLY CHEWED FOOD. I was dying of laughter and of loss of faith in humanity at the same time.
2pm: Time to leave. Albert's car. Clinton encroaches on my side of the seat. He is very rude.
2.20pm: Get to Herb Graham Recreation Centre. Take an "Asians" picture, the only time that She Who Shall Not Be Named expresses some kind of friendly sentiment to me. She smiles with me in the pictures. Probably because she wants to appear friendly on facebook.
2.21pm: Discuss PLL with Chris and Big Michelle. Bring up the fact that he said the show was just about sluts. Disagree with him profusely. Big Michelle and I leave.
2.22pm: Get honked and hollered at. It was probably me. God knows I was looking foine today.
2.25pm: SHOPPING.
2.35pm: Buy a coat, not unlike this one:
4.12pm: Bus home. It's new. Big Michelle steals the window seat from me. We talk about stuff. I like her, I like her a lot. She gets me.
4.35pm: Get home.
4.36pm: Clean my desk and bag out. There are a lot of gum wrappers inside my bag. They're all soggy from the rain. I'm kind of disgusted but persevere with the task at hand.
4.45pm: Exercise.
5.10pm: FINISH EXERCISE. The best part of exercising, to be honest.
Not sure what happens next. But something happens between 5.10pm and now (6.18pm). That or I just passed out.
Hope ya'll are well. Will see you guys soon.
J
Today was the last day of uni this semester. Let me walk you through it...
6am: Mum wakes me up. I roll around a bit.
6.30am: Get up. Fo real this time.
6.31am: Eat breakfast. Banana porridge, the breakfast of champions.
6.50am: Finish breakfast.
6.55am: Shower. Brush ma teeths. Get le dressed. Today, Big Michelle and I wore the same jacket... Awks. However, I'm pretty sure I looked a LOT better. So, there's that.
7.15am: Ready to seize the day!
7.20am: Leave with dad.
7.45am: Get to city.
7.50am: Catch bus to uni. Wow, this is getting tiring, writing out every detail of my day, despite it being infinitely intriguing and exciting.
8.20am: Get to uni. Read notes for 15 minutes.
8.45am: Go to Arts Lecture Room 9. Converse somewhat with people. Get ignored by She Who Shall Not Be Named.
9am: EXAM TIME!
10am: My stomach is rumbling so bad. Oh God, that one just sounded like a fart...
10.30am: I am so hungry.
11am: What is hunger? Is it hell?
11.01am: Why can't this exam be over already?
11.15am: I think I have transcended hunger... Oh wait, still hungry.
11.45am: FUCK THIS SHIT, I'm taking a nap.
11.50am: Nap.
11.55am: Nap.
11.59am: Nap.
12.00pm: "NO ONE CAN LEAVE THE EXAM ROOM UNTIL THE END OF THE EXAM."
12.10pm: "YOU MAY LEAVE THE EXAM ROOM."
12.11pm: AW, HELL YEAH.
12.13pm: Piss like a banshee. Nearly didn't make it to the facilities in time.
12.16pm: Talk to folks. Continue to get cold shouldered by She Who Shall Not Be Named. Wonder what would happen if I chucked something at her annoyingly impassive face.
12.25pm: Car time.
12.50pm or thereabouts: Lunch time. I didn't really like the marinara pizza because it tasted bad... Also, Albert sneezed mid-mouthful and it was quite nearly the foulest thing I have ever witnessed in my 19+ years of life. Food (previously masticated in his mouth) went all over his shirt and chin. And then he started eating it. That's right. EATING IT. HIS PREVIOUSLY CHEWED FOOD. I was dying of laughter and of loss of faith in humanity at the same time.
2pm: Time to leave. Albert's car. Clinton encroaches on my side of the seat. He is very rude.
2.20pm: Get to Herb Graham Recreation Centre. Take an "Asians" picture, the only time that She Who Shall Not Be Named expresses some kind of friendly sentiment to me. She smiles with me in the pictures. Probably because she wants to appear friendly on facebook.
2.21pm: Discuss PLL with Chris and Big Michelle. Bring up the fact that he said the show was just about sluts. Disagree with him profusely. Big Michelle and I leave.
2.22pm: Get honked and hollered at. It was probably me. God knows I was looking foine today.
2.25pm: SHOPPING.
2.35pm: Buy a coat, not unlike this one:
4.12pm: Bus home. It's new. Big Michelle steals the window seat from me. We talk about stuff. I like her, I like her a lot. She gets me.
4.35pm: Get home.
4.36pm: Clean my desk and bag out. There are a lot of gum wrappers inside my bag. They're all soggy from the rain. I'm kind of disgusted but persevere with the task at hand.
4.45pm: Exercise.
5.10pm: FINISH EXERCISE. The best part of exercising, to be honest.
Not sure what happens next. But something happens between 5.10pm and now (6.18pm). That or I just passed out.
Hope ya'll are well. Will see you guys soon.
J
Friday, June 15, 2012
A True Story... No
The last couple of nights, I've had this horrible dream where I fart really loudly in public and EVERYBODY HEARS. Then I wake up in a sweaty panic.
What's going on?!
J
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Thursday, June 14, 2012
On This Thursday Night, I Present To You...
Somebody (you know who you are) may or may not have expressed "surprise" at a lack of an in depth analysis on each of the members of One Direction. As per suggestion... Let's start with the obvious. Zayn Effing Malik, I like to call him "The Hotter Tareq" (Tareq being the super hot anatomy tutor who also did our pee lab and said our pee was too yellow and we were dehydrated... Never been so turned on by somebody talking about my pee). Can this man/boy/man-child take a bad picture. He is almost... God-like in appearance. His face is so attractive in a Boticelli angelic way. Perfect features. He's sexy and fine. He's pretty much accepted as the hottest member of 1D on an international scale.
Yeah, you're welcome for that. My third favourite member is, of course, Niall Sorry-But-I-Had-To-Look-Up-Your-Last-Name Horan. Who is, of course, the least goodlooking out of 1D but so adorable and cute that I want to cuddle him until he chokes. He's the youngest looking guy despite Harry being the youngest (don't even get me started on him and Caroline Flack). His cheeky smile, white-blonde hair and general albino-ness has me in some kind of puppy love with this cutie.
Down to my last two faves. I once heard someone describe Louis I'm-Ugly Tomlinson as resembling an inbred British guy? Yeah, I see it.
And lastly, Liam I-Think-Of-You-As-The-Unnecessary-1D-Member Payne who I basically have no feelings or opinions about, positive or negative. He's just there. That's all folks. You lot are welcome (especially you, Caity Baby).
J
Yes? Yes, I do find this amazingly attractive. His smile... He's also shy and you know me, I like me a shy boy. There's something so incredibly endearing about it, especially for a boy as hot as Zayn Effing Malik. Speaking of amazing smiles, let's move on to the NEXT hottest member of 1D, the unforgettable Harry Flirt-With-Me Styles. This boy. To me, he is the most "attractive" member of 1D despite me acknowledging that Zayn Effing Malik is the best looking one. Harry is so Stylish (see what i did there?), he's suave and charming. Very slick. I also like that. He has an amazing smile and laugh. I love it when hot guys laugh because it's like, "YOU'RE HUMAN TOO. NOW DO ME."
Yeah, you're welcome for that. My third favourite member is, of course, Niall Sorry-But-I-Had-To-Look-Up-Your-Last-Name Horan. Who is, of course, the least goodlooking out of 1D but so adorable and cute that I want to cuddle him until he chokes. He's the youngest looking guy despite Harry being the youngest (don't even get me started on him and Caroline Flack). His cheeky smile, white-blonde hair and general albino-ness has me in some kind of puppy love with this cutie.
Down to my last two faves. I once heard someone describe Louis I'm-Ugly Tomlinson as resembling an inbred British guy? Yeah, I see it.
J
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
One Direction - "Gotta Be You"
Having the weirdest reaction to 1D:
I'm pretty sure I'm in love.
Also, I just want exams over at this point. Wouldn't be devastated if they were all tomorrow (except FCP as I haven't touched it).
J
I'm pretty sure I'm in love.
Also, I just want exams over at this point. Wouldn't be devastated if they were all tomorrow (except FCP as I haven't touched it).
J
Monday, June 11, 2012
A Poem Dedicated to Menstruation During Exam Period
In My Pants
Menstruation during exam period,
You will be the death of me.
And as such,
I did so go to the toilet yesterday,
To find it looked like something had died,
In my pants.
J
Menstruation during exam period,
You will be the death of me.
And as such,
I did so go to the toilet yesterday,
To find it looked like something had died,
In my pants.
J
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Babooshka Ya Ya!
Apparently, I have become a night studier...
I don't understand how this happened. I hate night studying. I think it is the antithesis of all good things in the world. To me, it encapsulates all things bad in the world. It reflects a lack of free time, a lack of relaxatory activities. Night times are meant to be for winding down.
But now, my concentration levels during the day? 0mM. During the night? Marginally better (maybe a 1.2mM).
I went outside for the first time in six days yesterday. It was at nighttime so I didn't get that hit of stunning sunlight that would have blinded me had I gone out during the day. But it was pretty damn stunning.
I know. It's quite sad. But I've been studying and have basically read the whole of facebook over the last week. Facebook stalking increases exponentially during exam periods.
Sleep then uni tomorrow (what an adventure!).
I can't wait until this "adventure" ends.
J
I don't understand how this happened. I hate night studying. I think it is the antithesis of all good things in the world. To me, it encapsulates all things bad in the world. It reflects a lack of free time, a lack of relaxatory activities. Night times are meant to be for winding down.
But now, my concentration levels during the day? 0mM. During the night? Marginally better (maybe a 1.2mM).
I went outside for the first time in six days yesterday. It was at nighttime so I didn't get that hit of stunning sunlight that would have blinded me had I gone out during the day. But it was pretty damn stunning.
I know. It's quite sad. But I've been studying and have basically read the whole of facebook over the last week. Facebook stalking increases exponentially during exam periods.
Sleep then uni tomorrow (what an adventure!).
I can't wait until this "adventure" ends.
J
Friday, June 8, 2012
Jennifer Connolly & Paul Bettany
This is seriously gorgeous and adorable:
I'm in love. In love with both of them.
Please, God. Make a Paul Bettany Doppleganger like The Vampire Diaries and let me live out a beautiful and blessed life with this beautiful man (or a close interpretation of him).
J
I'm in love. In love with both of them.
Please, God. Make a Paul Bettany Doppleganger like The Vampire Diaries and let me live out a beautiful and blessed life with this beautiful man (or a close interpretation of him).
J
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Why!
Guys.
I have just spent the last 10 minutes thinking about how bizarre and ridiculous the sport of Sumo Wrestling is. Just think about it!
J
I have just spent the last 10 minutes thinking about how bizarre and ridiculous the sport of Sumo Wrestling is. Just think about it!
J
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
My Conclusion
After extensive soul searching and reflection, I have concluded that Taylor Swift has probably slept with at least two guys in her life. If not more.
J
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She's Just Bein' Miley
Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth are engaged.
And the world imploded.
http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/69517339.html#comments
J
And the world imploded.
http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/69517339.html#comments
J
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Yes, Yes I Did
CAITLYN TOLD ME I SHOULD BLOG ABOUT HOW WYNN SHOULD HAVE SEX WITH THAT RANDOM FROM YEAR 10 S&E. DONE, BITCH.
J
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Monday, June 4, 2012
1D
Ugh. One Direction. Why are you so cute and lovely? I resisted you for so long because I knew if I indulged, it would lead to unhealthy things... Many people wouldn't think by looking at me (or maybe you would, I don't really know), but I am the biggest tween in the universe. And One Direction is like... Tween Methamphetamines.
I love them all (especially Harry).
Also, Zayn reminds me so much of hottie tutor.
J
I love them all (especially Harry).
Also, Zayn reminds me so much of hottie tutor.
J
My Gerry Day
Get me with those green eyes as the lights go down. Give me something that will haunt me when you're not around.
Yes, yes. Been studying since 9am this morning. It went something like this:
8am: Rouse myself. What's the time? I need to piss.
8.15am: Piss.
8.20am: Exercise (yeah, apparently it took me 5 minutes to piss).
8.45am: Eat and shower.
9am: Study.
10am: Study.
11am: Study.
12pm: Study.
12.30pm: Lunch.
1pm: Study.
2pm: Move a huge tree that my dad dug up from our front yard. Scraped my hand up nicely.
2.15pm: Study.
Blah blah blah.
5pm: Blogggg.
6pm: Who knows. Maybe it won't start with "S." Hopefully, it'll start with "E."
Great chat with Big and Little Mic/shelle and Kavin last night. Mostly, it was me and Little Mishelle talking about boys and how wonderful forearms are. Also, I'm in love with 1D now. Especially Harry. Those eyes. That smile. I want to lick him.
Bizarrely, I would approve of him + Swifty. Also, they're the same height. Also, I love tall people. I don't know why but I love them all. I wish I was taller. I bet the air's fresher up there.
J
Yes, yes. Been studying since 9am this morning. It went something like this:
8am: Rouse myself. What's the time? I need to piss.
8.15am: Piss.
8.20am: Exercise (yeah, apparently it took me 5 minutes to piss).
8.45am: Eat and shower.
9am: Study.
10am: Study.
11am: Study.
12pm: Study.
12.30pm: Lunch.
1pm: Study.
2pm: Move a huge tree that my dad dug up from our front yard. Scraped my hand up nicely.
2.15pm: Study.
Blah blah blah.
5pm: Blogggg.
6pm: Who knows. Maybe it won't start with "S." Hopefully, it'll start with "E."
Great chat with Big and Little Mic/shelle and Kavin last night. Mostly, it was me and Little Mishelle talking about boys and how wonderful forearms are. Also, I'm in love with 1D now. Especially Harry. Those eyes. That smile. I want to lick him.
Bizarrely, I would approve of him + Swifty. Also, they're the same height. Also, I love tall people. I don't know why but I love them all. I wish I was taller. I bet the air's fresher up there.
J
This Shit is Bananas
I never thought I'd see the day when I would be too shy/uncomfortable to write about something on this blog that's going on in my life. Big Michelle brought it up yesterday. She asked me why I never mentioned it in the blog despite me talking about it extensively with her and a couple of other close friends.
I think it's because it's different when it's actually more real.
Good luck for all your exams soon. I can't wait to catch up with everyone over the holidays. Winter holidays are the bomb. I see a lot of eating and snoozing (oh God... sleeping in...) and TV and a lot of fat-inducing activities in the near future.
By the way, day 2 of the healthy eating plan. It's gone alright so far. Whenever I want to eat something shitty, I just remember that feeling after you eat too much of something unhealthy when you feel bloated and greasy and disgusting. Also, I remind myself that the first bite of something is always the best. Therefore, I should only indulge in that first bite or the first couple of bites and savour the moment. After that, it just gets repetitive and yuk.
Holla back.
J
I think it's because it's different when it's actually more real.
Good luck for all your exams soon. I can't wait to catch up with everyone over the holidays. Winter holidays are the bomb. I see a lot of eating and snoozing (oh God... sleeping in...) and TV and a lot of fat-inducing activities in the near future.
By the way, day 2 of the healthy eating plan. It's gone alright so far. Whenever I want to eat something shitty, I just remember that feeling after you eat too much of something unhealthy when you feel bloated and greasy and disgusting. Also, I remind myself that the first bite of something is always the best. Therefore, I should only indulge in that first bite or the first couple of bites and savour the moment. After that, it just gets repetitive and yuk.
Holla back.
J
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Kimbra - "Two Way Street" (Live at Sing Sing Studios)
Har har. This is so great. Her dancing is just... off the hook. Guys:
J
J
Types of Guys I Enjoy
1. The Sexy Businessman. He wears a suit on a near-daily occasion. He washes his hair regularly, uses cologne and has really big shoes that are probably shiny. He has "fancy taste" but can slum it like the rest of us. He enjoys romantic strolls along the beach and has brooding eyes.
2. The Hot Hale Boy. He went to a fancy, all-boys' high school but now wears jeans everyday and sneakers. When he sits down, he rests one foot on the other which is resting sideways (has anyone else noticed this? I find this so sexy). His arm muscles contract nicely as he holds onto the rail while riding the bus from uni to Espy.
3. The Homely Boy-Next-Door. He uses the internet. A lot. He either has really eclectic taste in music or likes Top 40 and Rihanna. His hair is scruffy and needs a wash. He is either really skinny or borderline obese.
J
2. The Hot Hale Boy. He went to a fancy, all-boys' high school but now wears jeans everyday and sneakers. When he sits down, he rests one foot on the other which is resting sideways (has anyone else noticed this? I find this so sexy). His arm muscles contract nicely as he holds onto the rail while riding the bus from uni to Espy.
3. The Homely Boy-Next-Door. He uses the internet. A lot. He either has really eclectic taste in music or likes Top 40 and Rihanna. His hair is scruffy and needs a wash. He is either really skinny or borderline obese.
J
The Clock is Ticking
I'm going back (lol, not back. Going to) Malaysia at the end of this year for some relative's wedding. Goal? Lose weight so I don't suffer the scurtinization of Asian Aunties with too much time on their hands and a disgust towards fat people.
I've been exercising pretty consistently for about a bit over one month, maybe 1.5. I don't think I've lost weight but I've become more toned. But there's no point if it's covered in fat! Have to watch my eating habits. No one will respect a chubby doctor.
Hitting the books today. The next week and a half is going to be effing hell. I hate study.
J
I've been exercising pretty consistently for about a bit over one month, maybe 1.5. I don't think I've lost weight but I've become more toned. But there's no point if it's covered in fat! Have to watch my eating habits. No one will respect a chubby doctor.
Hitting the books today. The next week and a half is going to be effing hell. I hate study.
J
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