My name's Jonan,
I'm an 18 year old with the lungs and liver of a 70 year old.
If by any unfortunate(for you) chance,
you get to know me more intimately,
you will find that I:
am quite the cynical little shit
am rather lazy,that's what everyone tells me anyway.
prefer night so much more over the day that I've made a few owl friends.
experiment with the stupidest things possible and still think I am reasonably intelligent.
have an ectoplasmic look during classes.
change brands of cigarettes as much as a girl changes clothes.
am an asshole in my own right,if you know what's good for you,you won't get close.
have an email address;firstname.lastname@example.org.
Misery loves company which is why I'm never alone.
Don't say I didn't warn ya.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Bun came over just now, it was nice to see you again heh. The motherfucker has started his drilling upstairs again and I am beginning to wonder whether he is trying to carve out a cave in his wall or doing an advertisment for Black & Decker.
You might never hear me say this again but in 10 years time I want you to give birth to my children while you scream and cry in utter pain while I look on, clutching the video cam in cold sweat and wishing I had never come into the delivery chamber at all.
Oh yeah, I'll soon join as one of the souless, faceless conscripts of the SAF on March 6th, my life sucks. Who wants to buy my hair as extensions, I sell cheaper than the shop in Golden Mile.
Okay I'm pretty tired now.
If I was walking through a sad art gallery And you were driving through the night I'd feel rather alone and ill at ease Beneath the brilliant showroom light If I was flying on a plane above your town And you were gazing at the sky Somehow I'd feel intact and reassured If you began to wave goodbye
BUNNERZ-It will work!
Note to self: Do not hide your condoms in your jacket pocket.
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
tumbling into tumblr
Hi people, I have a tumblr now. Yes, I am part of the "IN" crowd thanks to Chloe so Fiq and Weikiong you can stop laughing at my ineptness with tumblr now.
Tumble into my tumblr at verbalviolence.tumblr.com
Monday, November 30, 2009
Miserable at Best.
Food for thought:It's funny how people seem normal on the surface but yet they seem drawn to the darker side of their nature. Have you ever seen something so horrifying, you feel disgusted but yet you feel a strange fascination that disables you to look away?
There's a beast lurking in all of us. It just depends on whether we feel like unlocking the cage.
Or that's how I felt before she changed my life.
I know that I've been disappointment after disappointment, I know you might think that I'm just a load of mediocre bullshit and I admit that gladly.
But mediocre bullshit that I am, I'd rise up and push myself further for you even if it kills me.
I'm willing to throw away everything I have for you. I feel honest and at peace when we're together.
"Time together is just never quite enough, when we're apart whatever are you thinking of?" I'd tear myself apart if it just made you the slightest bit happy, Chloe Tai.
Over and fucking out, Jonan.
I can't sleep without feeling your breath on my neck and the scent of your hair.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
A little devil sits on my left shoulder and whispers: "I know that sometimes, you really wish you were special."
The angel on my right is silent.
I think he went for a smoke.
I don't deserve kindness nor trust nor love.
I don't know how to be a good person no matter how hard I might try.
But I will be your (fallen) guardian angel, watch dog and take the pain, blood and hurt upon myself.
To my grave.
Monday, November 23, 2009
sweet dreams are made of these
Sometimes I wondered to myself, the moon and the stars, Whether I was trying to obtain the unattainable, Just like a dog chasing cars.
I first saw that girl in the dark, with an ice-cold, unfriendly face, She wasn't talking to anyone, just crying, So I thought, goddamn, what a waste.
Through a stroke of inexplicable luck and a brother's lack of subtlety, To my astonishment and great surprise, She was being directed to me.
For some absurd reason, in me she placed some trust. I made a promise to myself, Never to betray her to anyone, even till the iron in my blood turned to rust.
She completely won me over with her wit, beauty and charm, Especially the allure of her captivating eyes, The rate they drew me in, I should have been alarmed.
I would feud with God himself, if it was your soul he'd come to reap, Not let any harm befall you, And guard your dreams throughout the night, even as you sleep.
So you have no reason to be afraid, I will be the shadow behind your back, I'll take the lift with you to the 5th floor, If it's courage that you lack.
You burn inside my head, together with my dreams of gods and dark desires, And if you think I'd ever desert you, Then Shakespeare was a liar.
K this is for Chloe Tai, who despises cheese.
Unfortunately the above is full of it and it's quite crappy but fuck I'll do a better one next time when I've got the inspiration.
Bengs have skillz too k.
Don't kill me when you see me tmr k <3
Saturday, November 21, 2009
alvin says: run for hope god's in his heaven. says: YOU BUILDING THE ROAD AH alvin says: i go jogging god's in his heaven. says: DUN GO LA RUN FOR WHAT HOPE WE CLUB FOR HOPE alvin says: who going? god's in his heaven. says: YOU ALSO NO HOPE RUN FOR WHAT ----------------------------------------------------------------------- SKILLET says: lol LOL ei ur blog fucking act cute knn tmr cf i beat u till u die god's in his heaven. says: whart whart SKILLET says: knn the stick MAN god's in his heaven. says: no happy ah LOL SKILLET says: FUCKING DULAN WAH CHEEBYE FUCKING DULAN WITH UR STICKMAN god's in his heaven. says: LOL FUCK ALOT OF GIRL LIKE MY BLOGSKIN LOL SKILLET says: FUCKING ACT CUTE TMR U FUCKING DIE SIA KNN I CLICK ON THE LINK I SEE THE STICKMAN WILL MOVE I JITAO EXIT god's in his heaven. says: LOL OMFG SKILLET says: DOESNT SUIT U LA really fucking act cute knn
With friends like these, who needs enemies HAHA?
I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT, I MISS YOU, I MISS YOU SO.
Eh I feel really fucking tired manzzz, I think the fatigue is taking it's toll on me.
I might be falling too deep into the abyss to stop sigh.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sometimes the things people say really cut to the bone. They stick their cruel, little barbs inside of your head and worm their way down to your stomach. Then the sick, nauseating feeling begins and the Devil leans across the table to whisper insidious, belittling caresses into your ear. You block it out and to your surprise it works! But only for a moment, you get a feeling like how it's supposed to hurt but it doesn't, like a paralyzed man touching a hot stove.
Finally, the lump in your chest(NOT THAT LUMP LA) moves up to become the lump in your throat and it escapes your throat perhaps as a whisper, a stifled cry or even just the gnashing of your teeth as knuckle hits concrete.
After that, your mom walks in and slaps you over the head to be quiet and stop being a pussy idiot.
Yeah, basically what words can do to someone in a nutshell, just 26 letters arranged and rearranged to dazzle,delight and belittle your soul.
Chew on this like gum people.
So don't let anyone scare you, you'll know that I'll protect you always; Through the thick and thin, until the end.