jael's journal

Note : a continuation from the last journal

A warm welcome to this week's edition to Jael Is the new Blurb! (she certainly is)

The temperatures have started to cool down and the Hong Kong's Winter Wonderland is in full throttle with red and green and white christmas ornaments everywhere you go.
Being the city of Lights Hong kong has done it yet again to show that you can never really be too thin or have too many lights hanging on your building.


With this I bring you to today's headlines.

Stacy's safe arrival and the newly enforced SST
Sneezing faces - a new trend?
Haircut gone bad
Prison Break - the best rated TV show

-Stacy's a mutual friend of Kael and Jael's was said to arrive in Hong Kong on the 18th of December at 3:30.
It was said that Steve and Jael were an hour late to pick her up because of SST.
A new abbreviation for - Steve's Standard Time
This has been discussed by the board and has been put forth for the common person to use after they realised that Steve could never be early due to possible gay or gel reasons.
In conclusion our clocks when judged according to SST will now be re - adjusted to 45 minutes after the allocated time.
Persons must remember that when using SST, they must provide Steve with the Original time of function and then procede to calculate the SST.

Stacy has been said to have a fabulous time in hong Kong seeing the Guiness Book World show "A symphony of lights" A tour at the peak tower and a whole day worth of shopping.

-Sneezing - odd but recently a new face of Fashion ?
Our little fashion trend setter Jael has been spotted with a peculiar face time and time again during these past few days?
It was later known that there was a Sneeze stuck in her nose.
Sources have said that she has developed a strong case of hay fever and has been sneezing over 100 times a day.
And like Mary-Kate and Ashley's Bag Lady Fashion trend, Jael's Sneezing face trend is now in a rage. People have been known to scrunch their noses up and look particularily dazed in photographs.

-According to sources Jael has been Highly infatuated by the TV Show Prison Break. A high paced Action/Adventure about a brother jailing himself to get his brother out.
It was rumoured that she finished 36 episodes within 3 days and now has to wait till 29th January till it starts up again.
This brings us to our next story.

-A haircut which was prison break inspired when very wrong this evening in the corner Apartment.
It has been said that Jael's brother Aaron was co-erced into shaving his whole head. Rumours say that he was told having a military cut was more in fashion than anything else.
Though sources have said that Jael just wanted to shave his hair off. All though the shaving went alright, the side trimmings didn't. Now Aaron has to live with a very scruffly shaved head for the next two or more weeks.
Amends can't even be made as the hair is too short and if cut any shorter he would be named Baldy.
He now walks around with a pink cap and Jael has stolen two of his regular ones and its either his scruffy hair or the pink baseball cap.

This has brought us to the end of this edition.

we hope you have enjoyed it.

Till next time stay safe and good night.

To people who think I'm nuts, I probably am :)

I realise I've been away for a while. And somehow I actually feel guilty about it.

Anyways, I've been emailing this certain blurb thing that a few of my close friends and they are quite fond of it. Thought I'd post it here too.
A decent update of my life as it is. =)

P.S I am no writer, so please excuse a grammer/spelling mistake if you come across it. This is just for fun.
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Good Evening to all, in tonight's edition of Jael Is The New Blurb!.

The weather is humid and typhoons are expected tomorrow in Hong Kong - With this said, lets get into our normal routine.

The headlines tonight are

Couch Potato - The new way of living?
Koffi Olomide still stands firm as a chart topper!
Gold flake facials are good for the skin
Bowling tomorrow! Will Juhi be any good?

- Couch potato- a Life Style or Lazy Spud?
These days people are arguing that life as a couch potato isn't as mind numbing as people think they are. It is highly educational and couch potatoes are more aware of life and issues around the world than many others.
Couch potato-ist Jael was asked what was so beneficial about this kind of life she answers -
"with 6 movie channels, 7 national geographic/Discovery channels and 8 news channels - how can people not be aware of the crisis and the issues of the world?! Global warming, how G. Bush can always prove hes a bigger idiot than he was before and even more important news, like Nicole Richie getting arrested or Ashlee Simpson's nose! Life as a Couch Potato has exercising as well! Searching for the remote? Bathroom runs and even an errand down to 7/11 for more chips and instant noodles. How can people not appreciate this?"

We asked Anti-Couch Potato - Mom, for a few words but she had no comment and continued throwing pillows at Juhi yelling. The JITNB crew couldn't make out much of the yelling but came across words such has. "Shower! Now! It's been 3 days!"

- Koffi Olomide's Creol song "Premier Gaou" has remained a favourite for over 5 months now. Not once has Jael gotten sick of it but everyone around her has.
Still I must urge you! If you hasn't heard this song - you are seriously missing something!

- Gold Flakes was tried on as mask after an attempt at a home facial in the corner apartment somewhere in Almost China. It was said that the Daughter stole her mother's expensive mask with proved to be quite rejuvenating! Real 24 Carat gold really does make an impact when applied to your face. It was said that the daughter spent more than 3 hours in the bathroom making moony faces in the mirror pretending to be the next contestant for America's next top model.

- It is said that our beloved Jael from JINTB is going bowling tomorrow. She looks positive despite her last bowling incident which involved the slipping in the aisle, throwing the bowling ball in the opposite direction, and the all to famous "this bowling ball is stuck!!!"
She is hopefull and is adament about beating her score of 47.
We at JITNB wish her luck!

Till the next edition

we bid you adieu.

Stay safe and Enjoy Television!

It's been tradition for me to go through a depression phase about 2 days before my birthday and a day after that.. and during my birthday I'm probably the saddest person alive.

Today was different.

Although I did go into depression mode the minute the clocked hit 12 for a couple hours after, it suddenly was okay in the morning.

So, it's my birthday.

So, I'm a year older.

It doesn't matter if only 5 people remembered. Atleast they who remembered - mattered to me

My boss and collegue surprised me by taking me out to lunch and then she played "happy birthday" on the flute while my boss did a bismal job of singing first two lines of "Happy birthday to you"

But it was okay, I'm not depressed which is more than I can say about my birthdays usually.

I'm not thinking, crap it went away and no one cared, now I have to wait for a year to find out if they really do again.

I'm okay. And more importantly, I'm not dreading my birthdays...

It's okay.

and fucking Crap!

I'm not bloody 19 anymore!!

;)

This post was edited by jael on Jan 12, 2006.

Scream as loud as you can. Punch the wall over and over till your knuckles start bleeding, punch it over and over, drag your knuckles over that textured wall.
Scream so some one could hear it. Maybe they'll come by and recognize pain.

Year after year after year, I get my hopes up, there would be someone who I could really share myself with. And year after year after year its the same dissapointment, one after the other you give your hopes a rise, maybe this is the person you could talk to what ever you say won't come back and haunt you and keep your from saying anything more.

Ever felt trapped? No, not just in a box, in yourself. I have reasons for becoming a social outkast, most days I understand and cope with it. I've learned to live with myself and no one else. I've learned that people come and go. I'm not as I used to be when some one leaves now, it just happens.

I've lived two lives for god knows how long. I need to bring them together, and everytime I do - it just doens't work. They arnt compatible.
So you think, alright I'll eliminate the one which is a lie but none of them are, they both are you.
Then what do you do? Do you continue lying? do you continue living parrellel life.

I used to have so much motivation, I wanted to take a better photograph. Now all I can do is dream, that maybe one day I'll be a better one. That my photographs would be recognized, that it would be bought, that it wouldnt be empty words said to me when they supposedly praise.

I'm twenty years old. No, its not too old - but its old enough for me to make most of my decisions. I still can't do that. I still cant take full control of my life. I still have a stupid cerfew when ever I come back home.
One of the major reasons I was sent to Australia was to understand the value of family.

Does that mean that my parents wanted to spend a great deal of my money to keep me happy and let me know that I did get some sort of education but get me married off and that I can understand the value of family

I dont understand why life just keeps getting difficult. Why is that I complain more than I better things to say? Maybe it's just a phase that I'm going through. Maybe all these years are a bad period of my life and I have to wait.
Maybe I just complain to much about everyone else around me. Maybe I'm just impossible to please.

I'm not pathetic. I've lived this much of life by myself, so dont you dare say you feel sorry for me, I dont want any piece of your pity.

I hate winters, they drain me of every emotion possible. I have to take a walk down memory lane with my daddy dragging me along showing me all the sites.

I hate new years, I've hated my birthday for the longest time. HOw much of me would it take to tell every person to fuck off.
A whole lot more than I have.
But till then I'll scream.

My first year as a first year student if finally over, after gruelling hours in the dark room with my nostrils filling up with the fuming chemicals in the trays that is making the photographs that will soon enough tell me whether I have acheived what I have set out to.

Who would have ever thought university would be this demanding and flights without mini televisions is a flight not worth flying ( yes, I must admit - I'm one helluva spoilt brat and I like watching movies ).
After over 9 hours of complete ass numbness I have safetly arrived in Hong Kong minus the feeling left in any part of my body.

I look behind and even though this might sound as a complete and utter cliche, this year has past all too fast for me to even realize.
Yesterday I was on the plane to Melbourne beginning to live on my own and today I'm comming back home finishing my first year.

I didn't expect this but I missed Melbourne the second day I was here, and the constant sneezing and itchy eyes from the hay fever doesn't help one bit with making the stay here easier.

I miss my beautiful Erick, it's the most amazing feeling to be loved back. I have no idea how long this will last but for what ever time I have with him, I will cherish it.

Looking that the sophisticated buildings the hate I always had for Hong Kong quickly re-aquaints itself with me and at this minute I wish I was back in Melbourne.
I loved watching the leaves turn brown in Autumn and fall. Best of all i loved (and still do) walking or jumping over them. The crisp brown ones make a nice crunch sound.

Now I have look for a job, be an assistant to a photographer all for no money and the learning experiance provided. *with all my fingers and toes crossed* I have prepared to make my portfolio to show to some of the biggest commercial photographers.
Being nervous would just be the biggest understatment.

In anycase, wish me good luck and this is for my poking around NAO... it's almost over a years since I've been here.

*scribble scribble*

Nope that wasn't good enough.

*crumples paper up and throws is somewhere next to the trash can like you see in all those movies*

I've tried so many times to be half of a decent writer... think of something really profound... but it just comes back down to... I'm just not a writer no matter how hard I try to be. It's just the way things are. With a big reluctant sigh.. I resign to fiddling around with my camera...

I'm a photographer I tell myself, I tell stories with the pictures that I take... some to show truth and others to make up a world that people can only yearn to be a part of ... I take photographs to advertise, to document, to capture a moment of life to create thoughts...

So I think to myself again... why is it that I want to be able to write well ... is it better to tell people what to think, or show them a photograph and see how each one reacts and interpret to each one.. thousands of different stories are built and concocted from that one photograph...

Then I smile.... I think I'll be happy with being a photographer... It's okay if I cant think of and write profound ideas... and maybe I'm not one of those great thinkers... but hey... I'll be there to document them =)

there is a stack of papers and a couple of books waiting to be read and studied.... I really should be working... instead of writing thought flows down on NAO

This post was edited by jael on Oct 11, 2005.