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.

I'm just a sample of a soul made to look just like a human being.

"Cold-blooded, what made you freeze so, what made you hard so, what made you freeze like ice?"

I've always pondered why someone who seems like a normal person on the surface can change into an emotionless machine once something of value is being threatened, strange much?

And yes, just finished gallivanting around Singapore in the car with Mr. Gabriel Beh, the numero uno likeliest person to get caught by the LTA for doing something stupid like forgetting to turn on the car's headlights.

Dad is gonna kill me when he sees the petrol :S

Somemore annoyingly starlight-moonshine vulgarity-free stuff I felt like typing out.

Although he was usually a clumsy dancer, he never once put a foot wrong, and around them turned the lush landscaping that was the consequence of his patient labor, and above them shone the stars that he had never offered her because he wasn't a man given to poetic declarations, but she owned the stars already, and the moon bowed to her as well, and all the heavens, and the night.

Don't ask me why I usually churn shit like this out at night.

I might be some sort of were-poet :D