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.

Tired of coming home reeking of cheap perfume,tobacco smoke and alcohol.There's gotta be more to life than this shit I'm in.

Interesting to note that we're the lowest form of human scum but we revel in it anyways.Ah well,crows of a feather,fight together.That's all we know how to do I suppose.I try my best,I really do,to ascend from all this shit we're involved with.All that dealing,hurting and hunting,don't think any of us can take it anymore.

We all just put up a front just not to display weakness in front of each other.On the contrary,I can see we're all weak.We just can't live without this life we're so desensitized to.

Escape from reality anyone?

Cause we're already running.



NARRATOR:
A love-struck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made.
Finds a streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"

Juliet says, "Hey, it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back.
You shouldn't come around here singing up to people like that...
Anyway, what you gonna do about it?"

ROMEO:
Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start
And I bet when you exploded into my heart
And I forget I forget the movie song.
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

Come up on different streets, they're both the streets of shame.
Both dirty, both mean, yes, in the dream it was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real.
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?

Well you can fall for chains of silver,
You can fall for chains of gold,
You can fall for pretty strangers
And the promises they hold.
You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin, yeah!
Now you just say, "Oh Romeo? Yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him".

Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry.
You said, "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you 'til I die".
There's a place for us, you know the movie song.
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

I can't do the talk, like the talk on TV
And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be.
I can't do everything, but I'll do anything for you.
I can't do anything, 'cept be in love with you!
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be.
All I do is keep the beat... and bad company.
Now all I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme,
Juliet, I'd do the stars with you any time!

Juliet, when we made love you used to cry.
You said, "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you 'til I die".
There's a place for us, you know the movie song.
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

NARRATOR:
And a love-struck Romeo sings a street-suss serenade
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade
He says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"

ROMEO:
You and me babe, how about it?

Too many alcohol-induced nights.







Jonan to Houston:We are cleared for landing.

Yeah it's me again. Annoyed? Probably.

School's been pretty rough on me with projects and shit( and don't give me any "oh, why didn't you start earliers?"for those who know me)but things are looking up with a 2 week "study" break. Well it's the Seventh Month again and speaking of which, the burning of notes has started up again and is really pissing the hell out of me.

Irony yes?(I'm a smoker)

They should burn banks and atms for them or something.

And while we're on the topic of ghosts, the netherworld and shit like that, I'd like to make one thing clear:

You can talk to ghosts.

Well, at least you can think you do. I know I do that for kicks when I'm drunk or bored at the poolside. BUT, they never ever answer back. Nope, not in your dreams, neither are they audible in reality. Well in your imagination (albeit a fucked-up one) perhaps.

It is even more bizarre when someone supposedly speaks to a deceased loved one of yours. Especially if he/she hasn't even met the person. That's just plain freaky, and I'd knee the person in the nuts(if they had them) if anyone told me that.

Firstly:It dictates a lack of respect for the mystical threshold that seperates the living and the dead and for the deceased himself/herself.

Secondly:Look, it's weird man. That's NOT cool. 'Specially if it's about your mom or something.

Thirdly:I'd (and so would any sane person) think you were suckin' fuckin' thundercuntin' NUTS.

So (pretending) to talk to dead people is not cool.

We do not hold tea-parties and fucking luncheons with spirits like in the 6th Sense or Ghost Whisperer. Sure, certain people may see the odd thing now and then and I am very much a believer(with sufficable evidence) in the paranormal.

What?You think a conversation with a ghost goes like this?

Me:Hi ghost.

Ghost:Hi you lucky,living sonofabitch.

Me:There's no need to be offensive.

Ghost:Yeah,try being in my position with smoke and ash constantly billowing in your face during the Seventh Month you cum-swallowing diseased pair of ferret's testicles.

Me:Chill it bro.How's it like over there man?

Ghost:Well,it's pretty much hot.And it gets hotter everyday.

Me:Wow,that must suck pretty bad dude.

Ghost:You have no fuckin' idea.

*floats away*

Get what I mean?(No offense to folks who commerate the Seventh Month btw)

In my humblest opinions, a ghost to me is the subtle kiss of a loved one(deceased) on your cheek which you thought was the wind.

The prickling of gooseflesh on the back of your neck when you're at places you shouldn't be.

Just the slightest smudge of a shadow in the corner of your vision when you turn around too quickly.

Perhaps all of these things are,and perhaps they're not.

But you do not have table talk with ghosts.

Bottomline is, people who claim to speak to ghosts are probably loonies who spend their time camping in cemetaries trying to cajole 4D numbers out of rotting corpses or con-artists who are probably out to cheat your sentiments and a good healthy load of cash out of your pockets.

Comprehende?

Over and fuckin' out,Jonan.

Remember to sign up for my "Dining with the Dead" and "Pretending to be Paranormal" workshops if you really wanna try to hold a decent conversation with a ghost,zombie,vampire,whatever.