Salutations.
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;jonan_yip@hotmail.com.

Misery loves company which is why I'm never alone. Don't say I didn't warn ya.

What ties a parent's soul to that of their child's from the moment of the appearance of that soft vulnerable skull emerging excruciatingly slow from the inner depths of a mother's womb(intense agony tagging along not very far behind)as the paternal half watches on in utmost horror(and perhaps an inkling of disgust)as he clutches to his handycam with white-knuckled,sweat-slippery palms.

To the last heaving breath on their deathbeds,using the last exhalation of their rapidly diminishing life essence to bestow their blessings upon their offspring who are in the prime of their lives,before surrendering their souls to the sky and the higher powers beyond.

With the exception of a few nutcases,most parents I know would give their lives and more if it were humanly possible for their children.That goes the same for mine too.(At least I very much hope so)Many teenagers and children(myself included),engage in arguments and petty quarrels with their parents on an almost daily basis.

And I highly doubt it is some new-fangled weight loss program.

The bottomline is:Sometimes,okay actually very rarely,I am mystified by one of the most simple yet complex wonders of the tangible world,the bond between a child and his/her parents.Have you ever encountered cases when you were doing something that was not,how shall we put it?

Yes,morally acceptable or hazadrous to your well-being and your parents just had this gut feeling that something wasn't right?(I can say from experience this is very true or maybe they're just paranoid)Or how a frail woman of let's say 56 kilos could lift a car at least 6 or 7 times her weight through the force of sheer willpower in order to save her son who was trapped underneath the overturned vehicle?(Calculation is based on the average car eg. a Honda.Maybe it wouldn't have been possible if he had been trapped underneath a trailer or a tank.)Yes,one of life's little keys to the universe which makes our great,wide,mysterious world so beautiful(the part where she lifts the car OFF her son,not the part where the car falls ON him)and astounding.

Try chewing on that for a thought.Perhaps the idea of it hadn't hit you in the noggin before,or maybe you just forgot it somewhere along your path to life.But ponder on this,your parents could do all of this for you and more.

Like buying you a Maserati for you 18th birthday(hint momdad hint).

Jokes aside,the next time you have a tiff with your parents,remember this:you're lucky enough to have parents to quarrel with.

AND you should not be thinking something along the lines of "Oh gee whizz!I'm on the right track then,gotta get every opportunity I have to yell in each other's faces before they kick the bucket(or die if you prefer not using metaphorisms)."

Anyway,savour this post.It's once a blue moon(look outta the window!)that I type sentimental,decently intellectual posts like this one.(Most of the time it's just rants or toilet humour-I likkeee)

Gonna hit the sack,have a long day ahead of me tommorow(or today if you're one of those annoying people who insist on being precise to needlepoint),lecture,project submission,tutorial and then MMA shitzxzx.

Hope you'll act on what I've written,or at least keep it in mind.

And if you really can't do either(then you've found a kindred soul in me),REMEMBER YOUR PARENTS HOLD THE ACCESS TO YOUR ALLOWANCE,YOUR BANK ACCOUNT AND MOST IMPORTANTLY,THEY WILL WRITE THE FUCKING WILL PRETTY SOON AIGHT.

XOXO,Jonan.

P.S The expletive is to keep the balance of yin and yang on my blog.(Yin=vulgarities,Yang=happy intelligent useful shit like this post)