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.

Adventure Entry 2 and Censorship in China

Written at 11.30pm 29 November.

And I've decided to post it up now as I was unable to post the entry at the time of writing.

Without further ado; Adventure Entry 2.

So, as I have been without internet for the past few days, I began to feel the withdrawal symptoms kick in.

I couldn't stand it for much longer so I managed to wheedle my Dad into purchasing 24hrs access to Internet from the hotel.
Quick update: I'm in Jiuzhaigou at the moment, a nature reserve in the north of sichuan which is the south-western part of China. Super-pretty and nice.

Nevertheless, onto my dilemma.

I eagerly opened Internet Explorer, in order to check Facebook, update Twitter, the usual.
Make some form of communication with the outerworld.
And to my complete horror, I found I couldn't log into any of the afore mentioned sites.
I couldn't even access Blogspot.

I had forgotten China's censorship laws.
As a result, I turned to trusty Google to try and overcome this slight problem.
I entered "how to use facebook in China" into the search box.
And clicked on a few links that came up.
Then, lo and behold, of course, to my suprise, yet again, even those sites were blocked.

Honestly China, you and your censorship laws. Maybe you're taking it a bit far.

I'm a huge advocator for freedom of speech and freedom of internet. And I do think that accessing Facebook doesn't quite mean I'm about to set up an anti-government movement, or anything close to it.

It wasn't even on my mind. Honest.

Though maybe I'm responding so strongly because I'm a foreigner and a vistor to China and I'm simply not used to the censorhip.
Maybe for residents and citizens of China, it is just a way of life.
And something to be accepted.

The more I think about it, the more I think I probably shouldn't make comments or judge China's censorship laws.
Especially as I don't know all the information regarding the censorship laws.
And I don't know what the opinions of the citizens of China are regarding the censorhip.

Well, because I can't access Facebook or Blogspot, I've turned to posting up my rant offline, and then waiting till I am able to post my entry on the internet.


Signing off, GenerallyJen.

Jennifun Fact:

Where I am at the moment; Jiuzhaigou, has an altitude of roughly 3,000m. I don't think I'm used to the altitude and so I haven't been feeling 100% lately. Nauseous, headache-y and a brisk 500m walk tires me out.
It makes me feel extremely fit.

Airports and Carpets.

Adventure Entry 1

Currently awaiting my next plane flight to Hong Kong and I've decided to start this little thing I've termed my Adventure-Entries.
But so far, this holiday has been relatively lacking in adventure.
May be considered a blessing though, no mishaps and no attempts to smuggle a pocketknife or any liquids onto the plane.

After only an hour sleep in Perth, and being rushed into a taxi to leave for the airport, my family and I were ushered into a plane.

As usual, I did not enjoy flying.
Although my favourite movie was on.
The movie that details our "Flight Path" including how long till we reach our destination and the amount of kilometres left so said destination.
I like counting down the minutes and kilometres.

Nevertheless, I was still able to doze off a couple times and wake up with blinding neck pains.
Though I would like to apologize to the man sitting to my right who's shoulder I think I dozed off on.
Also, suprisingly cold on the plane.
And I'm happy I have quite a short stature so I don't feel so crammed into the plane seats.

Well, a very uneventful last couple hours.
Me attempting to deal with my phobia of airports and planes, probably related to my claustrophobia.


Quick Review on Singapore Changi Airport

Of course, just like everyone says, it is a nice airport.
I generally don't like airports though.
I don't like the feeling of waiting. I find it uncomfortable and disconcerting.
And the airport carpet is different to what I remember.
I remembered it being a deep blue, though now its patterned green?
Hard to describe.
Come see for yourself, I suppose.

Ok.
Off to kill some time.
Either continue playing on my laptop, or off to quench my thirst and rumbling stomach.
I might take the second option.


Signing off, GenerallyJen.


Jennifun fact:
It amused me how many kids are on leashes these days.
Saw an adorable little girl with a monkey backpack of which the moneky's tail was a leash, that was tethered to her Mum.
Although, it may be fair enough.
Once the backpack was removed, the little girl sprinted down the airport terminal leaving her mother with a multitude of bags and another child.
Someone did come to her rescue though, and it was back on with the Monkey Backpack.

Greetings and Farewells.

What is this lately?


Suddenly I've had a sudden decrease or hole that's opened up in my social life?
And as a result, I've turned to this blog to fill the void?

Not quite.
I have simply been having an overload of thoughts and musings that I find I must detail onto this intensely thought-provoking blog.
A blog that represents the chaos and clutter that is my mind.
As I have said.
The over-full storage room jampacked with cardboard boxes which is my mindscape.


The purpose of this post is that it features my turbulent thoughts as I await the final hours I have in Perth.
This will be my final post from the confines of my home as I soon depart, in a few hours, on an adventure that brings me across the globe.
Actually, that's not quite true.
I'm simply going to China and Hong Kong, with a transit in Singapore.
Not nearly as romantic as an adventure around the world.
Excuse me while I jot that down on my Things to do List, right after World Domination.
"Romantic jaunt around the world on a ship as large as the Titanic, making sure to steer clear of any Arctic circles"

So. Farewell Perth.
And greetings Singapore and then Hong Kong.

Don't disappoint.
Although I will only be comparing you cities to Perth.
So I'm sure you will fall short, as Perth is most definitely the city to be.
The city of the Now; who welcomes all it's International Stars with smiles of reverence obvious from our reaction to Britney Spears.
What a wonderful image to send the rest of the world.

Nonetheless.
As the clock continues to count down, it is suddenly brought to my attention that I'm not quite packed yet for my adventure.
I might be off to do some of that now.


Farewell Perth and I may miss you.
Embarrassing that may be, but I may do so.
Miss this wonderful, wonderful city that has brought me up and has lead to such treasured memories.

I'm unsure of whether that statement was overly sentimental, or extremely sarcastic.
Take your pick, kids.
I'm sure the decision is life-changing.



Signing off, GenerallyJen.


Jennifun Fact:
I will be posting a Travel Journal.
And you kids there in the back, quiet with the cheering.
I will write up my posts offline and then when I find the ever-elusive Internet connection, I will post those tiny snippets, momentos, whatever you will, for all those out there in the big nothingness to cherish.

Expectations and Disappointment

I'm back yet again my loyal readers.
Or may I simply call you "figments of my overactive imagination".

Quick life update on the hustle and bustle that is of course, my social life.
Again, cue sarcasm.

Main item on my mind.

The countdown has begun.
It's now almost the end of 2009 which brings us one more year closer to 2012.

No. Not really.
My countdown is in reference to my little Hong Kong and China trip.
I've been flirting with the idea of an online travel diary or quick holiday updates, though apparently, there is little internet access where I am going.
Exactly. What is this. 2009, 2008 or 2000-n-late.
Though I have been considering writing up entries and simply posting them when I find myself in an area with internet access.
You might find me cowering in a 24hrs MacDonalds in Hong Kong leeching off their free Wi-Fi.
We will see.

At this moment, I'm still indecisive on whether I'm excited or dreading the trip.
A change of scenery will be nice. But a change of scenery to a scene of nature commentated in Cantonese.
I'm not quite sure.
I'm very lacking in the understanding Cantonese department.
If only they ran these tours in Latin. My knowledge of which, possibly far exceeds the average person.
Though I blame Harry Potter.
And words such as Expelliarmus and Levicorpus may not arise in such everyday language.


So I'd like to extend my extreme thanks for those enduring that excrutiatingly painful segment of my rants and babblings.
The babblings which involve such nonsensical topics that even I'm not quite sure are about.
Possibly involving the end of the world and Harry Potter.

Onto the ever-cliche and possible emo-tional topic of Expectations and Disappointment.

This will be my attempt of keeping this post relatively brief.

I think, pardon the use of the overused phrase, that;
High expectations simply leads to heightened feelings of disappointment.
Though I agree with this is in relation to people, not including yourself.

Have little expectations of people and you're bound not to be be disappointed.
But.
For yourself, have extremely high expectations and push yourself to succeed.

Disappointment is not a nice feeling, so it's simply easier to avoid it using this quick and easy theory.
And people suck.
Without exception.
So people other than yourself will always fall short, so simply care a little less or lower your expectations.

Expectations of yourself should always remain high.
Push yourself to your true potential and beyond in order to be the best you can be.
How inspirational.
Take note of that in your little book of "Inspirational Quotes".

Keeping it brief.

I'm now signing off.


Signing off, GenerallyJen.

Jennifun Fact:
I received the Swine Flu Vaccine today.
Apparently, it becomes effective 2 weeks after the injection.
And I return in 2 weeks.
What is the point?

Just for funsies I guess.

Perception and Degrees

Joy, jubilation, and all other celebratory words.


I think it has been one week since my last post.
...And then I found $50.


Something I recently learned.
Telling a pointless story, and ending with the phrase "And then I found 50 dollars!"
It's bound to cause some kind of excitement from your listeners if you find your pointless story, rather bland and dry.

Exactly.
So it goes well with my utterly pointless statement "I think it has been one week since my last post"
Of course it's been roughly one week, you kids can read the date of my updates.
Why on earth would I need to acknowledge it.

Also, something that has been brought to my attention, the amount of banter that I apparently take part in.
I'd like to apologize if it's tiresome.
I simply find it difficult to stimulate my thoughts without these pre-banter preparations.


Quick note.
I've pushed myself to write this blog, so excuse the possible lack of structure and flow this post may have.
Because you do know, how all my posts are so gramatically correct, logically sound and flow so nicely from one thought pattern to another.
As a result, this post may deviate from the astoundingly high-standards of my other posts.


Regardless.
Onto the topic that you, there in the audience, have patiently waited a week for with bated breath.


Perception and degrees.


At first, perception may seem something so easily defined and understandable.


However, as I wander to the trusty dictionary, I find it harder and harder to distinguish its clear meaning.

And that the word itself, can be interpreted in a possible variety of ways.


For me, as average I may be, the word is associated with how a topic is perceived, and how we, as unique individuals judge the topic in accordance to our personal attitudes, values and beliefs.


Everything depends on perception.
And perception of everything is so endless and undefinable.

I think this is what interests me.
How the perception of one thing, can be so extremely different depending on the individual.

For example, something I find immoral.
Someone may find acceptable or possibly even admirable.
Depending on their own personal aspects.
The aspects that make them who they are and what sets them apart from the rest of us.

The individuality of each person should be recognized by each of us.

And we should understand we are not a faceless member of the crowd.
But we are all someone with our own special story, and particular background.

We shouldn't forget that every single person has their own back story, and that of course;
Apologies for how cliche this may sound.
We are not the centre of everyone's universe.
We may be the centre of our universe.
But we are not the centre of others.
And that everyone's universe is unique and everchanging.

Degrees is related to perception.

How something can be pushed from one extreme to another.
Something involving steps, stages, connected along a line.

Similar to how everything depends on perception.
Everything depends on degrees.
We may respond to particular issues, events, anything in similar ways.
But most definitely, we will respond to them in differring degrees.


The more I attempt to consider these topics, the more I realize how lost I am in regards to these issues.
I don't know about degrees or perception.
I'm simply waffling on and attempting to join my thoughts in a semi-coherent manner.

I know what I perceive.
I know to what degree I respond to a particular issue.

But I find it difficult to comprehend the nature of perception and in particular, degrees.

That will be my attempt of the night.
Regarding this, suprisingly difficult topic of: Perception and Degrees.

Though something that I find particularly fascinating is Uniqueness and Individuality.
How sometimes we forget that each person we know, is not just a member that plays either a small or large role in our life.
But we are also players in their life.
And that they are the centre of their own particular universe.
While we orbit around their lives, and we are simply accessories that come and go.

Quite a vague and ambiguous post.
And quite lacking in my usual sharp sarcastic bite.
Next time though.
I'll try not to disappoint.


Signing off, GenerallyJen.


Jennifun Fact:
Simply entertaining the thought that;
Are we born evil and do we simply do good deeds for the quick second of satsifaction that the deeds brings, in an attempt to deny and suppress our true nature.
Or are we all, essentially, good people that trip up and make the occassional mistake, whether it be big or small.

Or even, humanity as a whole cannot be placed into one division.
Each invididual is placed into their own division. Evil or Good.

Taking it even further, this reference to Good and Evil.
What is their true definition and that actually, this "evil" and "good" all depends on our perception.
What do you think is good, and what do you think is evil.

It all depends on you.