Predictability and Excitement

Why salutations, my loyal readers.
If you don't mind, I've also termed you kids "figments of my imagination".


University is upon us students.

It's weighing down on us, and also rising above us.
We're trying to keep ourselves afloat, struggling to see beyond the endless pile of assignments, but it seems never-ending.

The year started well, with bright-eyes and feelings of eager ambition.
This year was to be different, but it seems the same.
Days rushing past us, with frantic rushes to meet deadlines due to a horrible-habit of procrastination.




Nevertheless, onto the topic of today's entry.
I'm sure it'll leave you feeling energized and inspired.
Sarcasm again? Or am I really a fountain of inspiration and motivation?



So, let us explore the topic: "Predictability and Excitement".


I have been informed that, being described as 'predictable' is one of the worst things one can say to a female.
And I guess I have to agree. I like to know that I stand out, and that I'm different to the rest of the crowd.

Though, is it actually an insult to be termed 'predictable'?
Predictability is associated with reliability, with safety. And isn't that what we want in life?


Or are we entranced with the image of 'danger' and 'mystery' that has been romanticized in both classic literature, and in modern media.


I guess, though this is just a stab in the dark, it may stem from our fear of monotony.

This was explored in the previous post, and I can't seem to stop myself from going back to it.
I'm ever-paranoid about waking up one morning and finding myself lost in the blur of life.


We don't want predictability.

We want excitement. We want something interesting and something colourful.
Forget the shades of grey in life. Think colours and bursts of excitement and rushes of adrenaline.

So, do something unpredictable and suprise yourself.
It'll remind yourself that you're alive. And that life isn't something to pass you by, but something to be taken advantage of.


In this pursuit of being unpredictable, try to do something exciting.

When was the last time you were excited about something?

From the endless stream of uni, work and other such responsibilities, having fun and doing something exciting seems to have taken a backseat.

Maybe, take a time-out, and do something that colours your world, or makes an impact.



All I want is to have some fun and do something that's both worth doing, and that's worth remembering.



Signing off, Generally Jennifer.


Jennifun Fact:

I'm planning a trip to Melbourne and Sydney during June and July.
I've booked my tickets to both Melbourne and Sydney, though I've conveniently forgotten to book a return flight.
Is this a sign of my subconscious desire to leave Perth behind?

I mean, who wouldn't want a change of scenery and a new beginning.

Repetition and Monotony

Oh hello fellow internet-explorers.

Welcome to my blog.

The ever-so-amusing space of the webisphere that details both the clutters of my mind and my eternal pearls of wisdom.
I begin this post with a similar tirade as all my other posts.
With the careful observation that yes, I have not updated in a while.
I've been incredibly busy with life, love and laughter. Actually no, don't be ridiculous.


I've been busy with the blue-print plans of my underground lair.
I'm actually not sure why I chose the word "lair" instead of "haven".
Lair just seems so much more menacing.


Nevertheless, useless bantering aside.
The topic that I will be detailing today, will be of "Repetition and Monotony".



We find ourselves either dreading or finding some sort of solace in repetition.
Do you find comfort in knowing what each new day brings?

Or are you one of those who lives for new experiences, and wandering out into the dangerous wilderness that is life.

I mean, living in Perth, not much compares to the adrenaline-rush I receive when I step outside into the outside world.


I love the feeling of new things, new experiences, new people, new everything.
New people and new experiences in particular.
New people to meet and greet. The ability to make an awesome first-impression is something not to be taken lightly.
New experiences to shape who we are as people and to make everyone different from everyone else.



Repetition, to me, is something which my nightmares are made of.
When days begin to blur together, I find that life is passing me by.

I want to live life to the fullest, I want to make everyday count.
I don't want to waste a second.



Monotony, I treat with the same disdain.
I find the world is so much better in colour, with differences in opinions and perceptions.
Monotony, I fear takes away all variety, and all things interesting.


We should be different, and want to be different.
And most of all, want to make a difference.




How interesting. I actually did enjoy writing this post a lot more than I thought I would.
The banter in particular.

Hopefully, be prepared for some less sporadic-updating of posts that will hopefully be as stimulating and thought-provoking as this.

Hmm. And here I was thinking, after such a long hiatus, I might have perfected a way for sarcasm to be interpreted in text-form.


Nevertheless, it is back to reality for me, where duty and responsibilities are piled sky high, and I must find some time to wash my superhero outfit.




Signing off, Generally Jennifer.

Jennifun Fact:

Today I made fairy bread.

A return to childhood memories when I remember all I wanted were gold stars from my teachers.

Now, all I want are HD's from my tutors. I guess we've all come a long way from when we were children.

Life update - Trial 2

So before I get on with all the nitty-gritty details that do arise in my ever-so-stimulating social life.

I should make a quick apology to you - You there hiding in the back-corner trying to satisfy your GenerallyJen-stalking-desire of today.
I haven't blogged in a while, mainly because I suffer from that hideous condition that they have termed "laziness".

And I've been in holiday-mode.
I can't even imagine thinking in those well-constructed sentences that have the perfect grammar and punctuation that I usually use in my posts.

During holiday-time, all my intellectual-ability, since of course, I have much of it, goes down the drain and I'm left with an incorrigible thirst for a hedonistic lifestyle involving the satisfying of all worldly pleasures.

Actually, not really. I've been working. And I dream of a life full of hedonistic tendancies about as much as I dream of Jeannie...

Ramble time over. And Life update Trial 2 is now commencing.
So, put on some dance music to put yourself in a party-mode and read.


Holiday Highlight 1:

My family-holiday-trip to China and Hong Kong.
Good fun overall, though I could've done without the secret-fear that I might have swine flu and would not be let back into Australia.
I fought back against that fear by simply wearing one of those hygiene-masks as much as possible.


Holiday Highlight 2:

Working.
However sad that may sound. I did quite enjoy working this holidays.
Mostly because I'm in desperate need of some funding for my upcoming adventure in either July or November/December.
Then, I can finally satisfy my lifelong desire of visiting Europe.


Holiday Highlight 3:

Freedom.
As University ended, and holidays started, all these possiblities opened up and my days became possible days of adventure and frolicking in the sun.
Since while at uni, they were simply days that sped past me as I tried to stay afloat above the deadlines and study-commitments.
During holidays, everyday was new and exciting, simply waiting to be spent in the most satisfying way possible.
I love holidays.

That was my quick life-update.
Nothing extremely personal, I haven't even met you for coffee yet. I guess we'll see how it goes...

Nevertheless, it's now time to get ready to step out of my house and into the sunlight, where I'll most definitely burn, rather than sparkle.
I'd much rather burn in the sunlight than sucuumb to the ever-so-masculine portrayal of vampires by Stephenie Meyer.
Give me Bram Stoker's Dracula any day.

Signing off, Generally Jennifer.


Jennifun Fact:
The reason why individuals in the service industry wear name-tags.
We wear them in order to tell whether or not the individuals we are serving are indeed creeps or not.
Everytime a faceless stranger I'm serving addresses me by name, I get a horrible shiver up my spine and am only comforted by the fact that as an Asian, I most probably look like all the other Asians out there.
I guess there are pros and cons to every situation.