Wicked Three-Bar Jump

I just included this paragraph as an entry into my FCP portfolio. One day into second semester and I'm already bored as fuck of this tomfoolery.

"Overconfidence is a fourth factor influencing risk perception. Overconfidence can reduce risk perception as people may believe they have more skills to overcome a challenge than they actually have and hence the probability of failure or negative consequence is less in their mind. For example, as a child I considered myself quite a capable monkey-bar enthusiast. Hence, when attempting a wicked three-bar jump I thought I would easily reach it. Unfortunately, overconfidence clouded my risk perception as I did not correctly perceive the probability of missing the third bar, falling and fracturing my arm as, alas, I did."

J

Skin

Okay, so I now have official reason to believe that my skin is better than it was one year ago. Reasons for this decision:

1. Today, Kim, Big Michelle and Little Mishelle said my skin looked fine.

2. I saw a picture from China in which my skin looks halfway decent. It might have just been the lighting but it was very moralising (that is the opposite of demoralising, I don't care if it's not in your dictionary).

Success? Let's see where this goes.

Hopefully tonight I will get around to a picture blog... That and pre-reading. Sigh.

J

Lazy

My laziness has taken itself to a whole new level. The only thing of substance I've done in the last week is write on the whiteboard, "Timetable. FCP pre-reading." Going back to uni will be fabulous. I know it.

In other news, I put forth to you two choices. Either I start working on my China photo blogs (which I am so lazy to do) or I work on a "Day in the Life of Junaberry" series because my daily life is so incredibly exciting. It will encompass minute-by-minute photos and descriptions of my daily activities and thoughts. Trust me, it will be really, really exciting.

J

Except...

BESIDES JAMES MARSDEN.

God, that man is sex.

Please read bottom to top. That was the way God intended...

J

No Doubt

It helps that they're both the most beautiful people in the world.

In my opinion.

J

Confession Time and Yes, I've Returned

I don't think I even need a blog that says, "I'M HOME," as pretty much all my readers know I'm home. Because I know them in real life. And I have them on facebook. And I love the facebook...

But bigger news than this: no one told me that Vanessa Hudgens chopped all her hair off. There I was just a few hours ago, hopping on good ol' ontd after weeks and weeks and bam, there's a picture of Vanessa Hudgens with short hair. I thought she looked fabulous and couldn't believe that both short and long hair looks great on her.

So, here's a confession: I have deep and powerful love for Vanessa Hudgens. I might bag her and rag on her on my blog(s) but ever since High School Musical I just can't help but love her. Same with Zac. I just love them both and wish them every success. It's almost like they represent a part of my childhood (ahem, early adolescence) and as they grow up I grow up too. They're like old friends. I can't help but wonder what they're doing and hope they're well. That might sound kind of creepy and weird but anyone who knows me half decently knows I can get VERY attached to both fictional characters and their actors. I wonder what they're doing, what they're characters are doing. I always wonder what happens after the movie ends. I can spend days dreaming about what happens after the closing credits...

Well, that's my confession. Immediately after seeing a photo of Vanessa I wanted to cut off all my hair. I don't know... short hair always looks so youthful and fresh and clean and striking to me. So many girls have long hair and to me short hair is just taking away all of that and just leaving you with this face and nothing more.
I'm off now. Probably to contemplate cutting off all my hair. I'll try and blog tomorrow, maybe with the first set of pictures from China now that I've settled in.

Oh, by the way: JAMES MARSDEN IS THE MOST ATTRACTIVE MAN IN THE WORLD.

J

Free Wifi and Barf

Barfed five times on the plane from home to KL. Currently abusing free wifi at KLIA and waiting for the plane to China. I wonder how many times I will vomit everywhere on the way to China. Hopefully I will sit next to some unsuspecting person and they will be exposed to my stench. Yay for travel sickness.

Also I ate donuts. And have been up since 3am. And am very tired and queasy. I have tried to acquire travel sickness medication at the pharmacy but they are sans desired pills. What's a girl to do except ask for many many barf bags on the plane? It is so embarrassing vomiting in front of others...

Furthermore I was unable to log into facebook as I am logging in from a different location and "device." No facebook. I smell like vomit. The plane to China has been potentially delayed meaning I may only reach the safety of a bed close to 3am tomorrow morning. THIS IS FUCKING SHIT.

Also I have reason to believe things like facebook and blogger are prohibited in Ching Chong Land (I can say that because I am Chinese).

I already miss you all.

J

Adieu

Before I bid you adieu I figured I should write a quick blog to express some of my more recent thoughts.

1. I keep thinking of Rihanna's "What's My Name?" and wondering why it should be called this. The song is about sexual intercourse. Why is she wondering what her name is? At first I thought maybe it was referencing one night stands or something and not knowing the other person's name but then I decided... NO. It's not about that at all. Sure, it's catchy but is it relevant?

2. MY HAIR IS TURNING WHITE. It is so weird. I thought it was because I have dark hair that it was especially noticeable but, to be sure, I pieced through my ungodly mop this morning and found close to 10 white hairs. What is going on? I am a young'n. Why am I aging so prematurely? It'll be the death of me. I'll have to start dying by the time I'm 25. Sigh.

3. Okay, so what's up with dark meat? Like the dark meat of poultry. Which is thighs and drumsticks. Did you know that wings are actually considered white meat along with breasts? I find this very interesting. Actually, I quite like dark meat but only if it's cooked fresh and eaten the day it's cooked. If it's eaten as leftovers I think it starts to get a bit gamey whereas white meat holds its flavour for a longer period of time. But as Nigella Lawson, Domestic Goddess, will tell you: dark meat = flavour = fat. Truth.

4. I think my mother likes Gilmore Girls now as I was watching some yesternight and she was sitting there and laughing. SUCCESS. Although a bit awks should I want to talk about how incredibly desirable young Padalecki is. Sigh. That boy...

5. Let me tell you a bit about what is going on regarding the yoga-front. It is going hilariously bad/good/straight-up-hilarious. I was doing it off youtube again and the freaking instructor bends her body in this unnatural position and tells me to do the same. Who the fuck does she think she is? I can barely do the Asian squat. What sort of Asian am I? But it's actually pretty good and less tiring than running which is good because I'm lazy but I still finish feeling slightly healthy like I've done something. And it doesn't hurt my knees like running did. Which is good. Okay, good.

6. I've packed like a billion sanitary napkins into my bag... Eep. You know it occurred to me that when you're having your period, the period actually passed through your cervix. THIS INTERESTS ME. I was watching this most hilarious program the other night called Embarrassing Bodies. It brings me to hilarities when Chris and I were talking about it and sharing conversation in our mutual amusement at this program. I mean, this show is one of those 10.30pm shows where it'll have a lady with an abnormally large labia and she'll come in to see the Embarrassing Bodies doctors and they'll loom in for a physical examination and it'll be like... BAM. LABIA IN YOUR FACE. It's actually pretty disturbing. But man, they shoved this tiny camera up this lady's vagina to show the cervix and it's a sphinctor. It was ridiculous. The doctor said, "Okay, I'm going to shift your cervix and it might be a little uncomfortable and you might jump," and then he shifted her cervix and she lept like a foot in the air. I was like, "WOW... I kind of want to try that someday," because it wasn't like she was in pain, just like she'd gotten an electric shock or something.

That being said, I always pussied out in physics class whenever we did like... electric shocks. Because I'm a pussy.

7. Oh man, I got this message in my inbox this morning and I thought it was so cute and brought back so many memories from my fanfiction daze... (daze... Get it? I'm so hilariously witty)

"Hey, I really enjoyed the story "Baker's Law." It was very well written. What are you going to work on next? Where in Australia are you from? Write me soon."

8. I'll miss and love you all whilst I'm in the land of eating dogs. Kisses and hugs.

J

Books & Shit

Can you believe it? I was cleaning out some of my stuff and what should I pull out but Del-Del by Victor Kelleher. Yessir, the very copy I was loaned in year nine (or was it eight?) for our novel study. Still in that equally heinous, stained, yellowing condition. I feel so rebellious and strangely filthy right now. Mayhaps I should return it for the lols?

In other news, I can't stop listening to "Man Down." It seems to me to be Rihanna's equivalant of Taylor Swift's "Mean." I really enjoy it. Reading reviews about "Man Down" I kept coming upon the phrase "Barbadian patois" which is a phrase I adore about as much as I adore the sound of the song... as in her accent. It's so great.

Sad to be leaving rainy weather to be greated by stinky humidity.

But onto more pressing conversation. I actually finally got around to reading Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, two books I tried to read when I was 15 and failed miserably. In fact, I pretty much really cannot tolerate books older than 100 years. The only books yonder that I might have actually enjoyed would be Little Women and North & South pretty much purely because I'd watched the movie and TV series respectively of those and found great enjoyment from both of them.
Reading Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre back in the day was like hell. It was like plowing through unplowable snow now that I would really know as I've never plowed snow. I hated how every second word was at least 15 letters long and everyone spoke so stupidly. I would skim every line to try and find an interesting line... but never getting there because every paragraph was infinitely more boring and tiresome.

Rereading it over the last few days however has proved more fruitful. Not to say they are my favourite books or anything of the sort. But I took care to read every line carefully and actually found it wasn't so boring and did have an interesting storyline of sorts. However, I still stand by my belief that all those long words are unnecessary. When I was really into writing though, I read at least a thousand times how one should try and keep writing simple and agreeable. And that massive words were unnecessary when one could replace them with simpler words or leave them out altogether.

But I guess, like I said, people spoke like that at that time. I have to say I really really enjoy modern writing far more. It's so much easier to read which I suppose people could turn against us and instead say we are lazy readers. Sure, I'm admittedly lazy and don't like having to slave over convoluted words. But who does? If I wanted to do that I would do that in school and read a history book or Frankenstein (which sure, was good but would I rather have read Boy Meets Girl? Yes, yes I would have and I can't help but think that most would agree?).

I compare these books to stale bread. I think bread is always delicious but would you rather stale, stiff and less tasty bread or fresh and crusty? I, for one, would prefer fresh and crusty over stale and stiff any day.

This all being said, I'm opinionating from a modern perspective and I'm sure that Wuthering Heights was probably the Boy Meets Girl of its day.

I'm bored. To watch Gilmore Girls or read Del-Del? Har har.

J

Oh Na Na

I can't stop listening to Rihanna. I'm always tardy to the party. That being said, I really dislike "California King Bed." It is beyond stupidity. I would much rather listen to "What's My Name?" or "Rude Boy" on repeat... for five hours. Two completely off the hook songs. I also like "Man Down" and "Take a Bow." But then I watched the "Disturbia" music video and became disturbed and peturbed and unable to listen to such a musical venture.

J