Let's Get Sirius

Okay wow, so my brother bought me this delicious chocolate muffin that is pretty muddy and pretty delicious from Corica's. I don't think I've ever loved him as much as I do now!

So, over the past few months I've been trying to decipher a way to decide whether or not you love someone. I know, it's difficult to find an algorithm for love but I think I have come upon something that I can explain pretty definitively.

I think you love someone (and this probably only applies for me and a few others, definitely not everyone) when you'd be willing to donate a kidney to them. I used to think love might be dying for someone but that's a bit extreme. I love my Michelles but I wouldn't die for them (no offense, guys) but I would donate a kidney to them.

See, donating a kidney involves personal sacrifice. When you donate a kidney you have to undergo an invasive procedure which leaves you with convalescence time which can be hard and painful. Whenever you undergo a surgery you are always facing risk of death. However, unlike actually dying for someone you only risk the chance of dying. Would I risk the chance of dying for someone I loved? Yes, I would.

I don't know if you can see the distinction but I can see it in my mind and it makes sense in that blissful and ignorant place.

Furthermore, when you donate a kidney to someone you run the risk of YOU experiencing kidney failure and needing a second kidney in the future. So yes, donating a kidney to someone is risking a lot. But at the same time... it's not. Because when you're in that situation when someone you really care for needs a kidney and they are facing imminent... well, death, then you feel these sacrifices and risks are worth it.

I think if I died for someone it would have to be for someone who I thought would lead a long and fulfilling life.

Things have suddenly gotten very serious. I'll be back later with more China blogs. Kisses and shit.

J

China Blog #6

The Haagen Dazs blog. Because I couldn't wait until tomorrow to post these pictures and make Little Mishelle super jealous. That bitch won't know what hit her...

GET READY FOR THIS.

I shared this with my mum. Yum. Various types of ice cream including chocolate, fudge, cookies and cream. Frozen cranberries (?) and hot brownie at the bottom. Oh, and random biscuit stick things.

I made him do this because I am a wonderful sister.


Yeah, it was fancy in here. And expensive. They gave us water in wine glasses with wedges of lemon... on coasters. Who do they think they are?

J

China Blog #5

Inevitably, this series of blogs starts to turn to food.

Yum, these are either rats or rabbits.

A taste of more to come.

I don't know what these are but I like the picture. I like balls.

Corn. Chinese corn is disgusting. They boil it until it turns white and mushy then grill it. It's fairly disgusting.

Oh, and they show the temperature of shopping centres! Handy. Now I know before entering a store whether I need a cardigan or not. Oh, Asia.

J

China Blog #4

Welcome to China blog #4; what dreams are made of, where Romeo said, "Go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby just say yes."

Here, we have China's finest chicken chain store. They sell all sorts of chicken, their most famous being "bang bang ji" which is chicken that is pounded into the shape of a guitar.

Sichuan hot pot. This was, no joke, the spiciest thing I've eaten in my life. See all those red things? THOSE ARE CHILLIES. And the liquid? CHILLI OIL. Sichuan people are all crazy.

I'll leave you to identify the mystery meats in this photo.

This lady had long hair. I, shamelessly, used my mother as a prop to take a sneaky photo of her. I'm like Veronica Mars. And yes, my mother wore a fanny pack in China. She has no shame either.

I thought we'd all get a kick out of this. Oh Asia.

J

China Blog #3

This is a complimentary post about a grocery store. It's called Hong Qi Chain Store. The sign is the last picture. I like grocery shopping in foreign countries. It's one of my favourite parts of any holiday. Sigh... Grocery shopping. My love.

Self explanatory.

Yes, they have Oreos.

Yes, they have Asian snacks. Probably because it's Asia.

I love eating Colon.

You're welcome!

J

China Blog #2

OH YEAH. Two China blogs in one night. Hold up. You might even get three.

Wait, let me let you in on a little secret... The only reason I'm doing this is because I can't figure out picture formatting on blogger for a hot piece of pie. Hence I'll do it in many, many installments.

GREAT STONE DRAGON. Har har, Mulan references...

Horse's ass. Cos I have no shame


Yeah, that's a slinky in a pond. Who knew China had slinkies?

J

China Blog #1

Oh hai. I can't believe I'm actually sticking to my promised schedule of blogging. For a while there I felt a bit like communitychannel... That bitch rarely delivers. But when she does, oh; it is glorious. I'm too lazy to have any sort of organization so I'm just going to spam you with pictures. Your welcome.

This is a bunch of fruit at a fruit stand. Nice!

The Asian squat: it's everywhere.

Rumpled bedsheets after first night in Cheng Du (no dirty suggestions please).

The view outside our hotel room.

J

Taylor Swift - "Tell Me Why"

God, she is perfect. Her dancing is so hilarious yet adorable, endearing and gorgeous. I read the most adorable comment on one of her youtube videos by a girl. I will paraphrase:

"Taylor is my friend. I wake up with her music and go to sleep with it."

Sometimes I feel this way. Yes, most/all of her songs are love songs and yes, I've never been in love in that romantic way. But nonetheless, I can listen to a sad love song when I feel sad and I feel better. Or better yet, I feel sad and listen to a happy song and I feel happy.

Anyway, I need to know if I should keep my fringe or not. But I can't ask Little Mishelle as I usually would because I sometimes thinks she coddles me by telling me what I want to hear so I'll shut up (because I'm actually really annoying behind this cool and awesome facade). And also because I know she loves fringes because even though she says she has matured from her circa year nine persona with all the skulls and red and black, I know she still loves that shit.

And what's more skully and red and black than fringes? Yeah, I know right.

But I just can't decide. I like hair without fringes because it's less maintenance, it's easier to pull your hair into a ponytail etc. I like hair with fringes because even though you need to trim it consistently it means you never have to tuck your hair behind your ear to get it out of your face.

Yeah, I think about silly little details like this a lot.

Like how I noticed F has massive nose pores like me. That's kind of when I decided we were meant for each other...

But I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around. My faith in you was fading, when I met you on the outskirts of town...

I don't know, those lyrics just felt really appropriate here. That and I wrote them as I was listening to them...

I've decided that in order to minimize effort needed to put into my China blogs I will only post a few choice photos. Prepare for this later tonight...

J

Taylor Swift - "Hey Stephen"

When Taylor Swift performs she looks like an angel. She is so sweet, lovely and kind. People say she's so fake but I look at her and I find her completely sincere. Yes, sometimes she acts purposely surprised at award shows but friends, that is because she wants to appear gracious and thankful and it's because she cares about other people, she wants them to feel appreciated and loved.

Her future husband is going to be the luckiest man in the world.

So, still haven't gotten around to China blogs...

J

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