Tuesday, February 17, 2009
XX
I'd hate to have to do this but yeah,I can see where this is going. It's only a matter of time before an unfortunate incident strikes and you start to rat us out.
Either that,or you sever all ties with us,it's for the best.
Because I would really hate to do it.
I don't know about the rest.
Wheeee I sound like Leonardo Dicaprio from The Departed hee.
1:52 PM
my mind's unweaving
FUCK YOU ALL!
I think I'm losing it.
And that's for no apparent reason,I just happen to feel this way with an eruption of angst coursing through the highway of my emotions.
I suspect I'm part schizo.
12:42 AM
Sunday, February 15, 2009
drink,drank,drunk
The past week has been one huge blast.Riding on the waves of alcohol,trance and RnB music towards my 18th birthday.I think my liver is cussing me like a sailor now.
Started it off on wednesday(not counting the weekdays on which I have a nice,cold beer with Alvin my drinking kaki at the TP coffeeshop.),went to Phuture together with Alvin,Natalie and Ruben to face up against Vincent's,Alvin's and Douglas' threats to kill me with drinks.
I survived after downing 2 graveyards(you should have seen the look on some random girl's face when I was chugging them),a flaming lamborghini,5 apple shooters and an additional 5 tequila shots.
Headed down to the dancefloor in a tipsy daze with buzzing in my ears(no,not the nagging of my parents lol)and started to work my shit.
I think some people thought I was having spasms or an orgasm on the dancefloor.
Bopping my head along with the rest of the gang's to the tunes of spun by Andrew Chow when the milk in the flaming lamborghini decided to rebel against my stomach.
I think I hold the world record for making the most people yell "cheebye" in the shortest span of time.
Vincent's arm turned brown and so did some of the other guys' shoes.
Happy days :D
Managed to meet back up with Alvin,Natalie and Afiq who came midway.
Afiq's lightbulb dance is a sight to behold,Broadway theatre,Step Up and Chippendale's all rolled in one.
Danced with some ang moh guy with a couple of girls after he grabbed me out of nowhere and started to jump.
I only hope that's not how they hump in the West.
Trouble on the dancefloor,some drunk asshole tried to cap me in the knee with a Chivas bottle,I reacted and it hit my toe instead.I can assure you,whiskey has never felt so painful.
Grabbed something off the counter and tested the old equation:shot glass versus head
Shot glass won and the idiot stumbled off in a bleeding daze.(And with me giving myself a satisfied smile before blending into the crowd)
Fast forward to Friday,I opened a dua pao(cannon)of Martell:$1058.
Of course with some help from the rest who chipped in.
Night went fast and furious with my friends and brothers from all different walks of life coming in to celebrate with me.Shoutout goes to all my brothers,esp my secondary school group who's always had my back when I was up against the wall(and sometimes when it was against the hard cement floor)and my current TP mates.
Event of the day:Max watching the pole dancer in a mesmerized trance,Ruben goes up behind him and gives the dancer a nice,hard slap on the ass.
Max receives a slap on his cheek in return.
"SIMI LANJIAO!!!!" and the pub bursts into voracious laughter.
Ended up going home in a taxi after in a toilet cubicle for 2 hours,thanks Max,Mike and Jingyuan for not letting me get buttraped by some horny short-sighted old man.
Wouldn't like to wake up with a bloodstain on my pants.
Lots more to tell but my fingers are getting tired(from typing but not with girls if you catch my drift ;D ha just jk).
Peace out ya'll,Jonan.
12:59 AM
Thursday, February 12, 2009
your momma she gets crazy
Phuture was good,shall elaborate further later.
Later,Jonan.
9:22 PM
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
18 YEARS OF SUFFERING.
Happy 18th Birthday(Dirty version)
Composed by Jonan.
Musical score to the song Happy Birthday to You.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,
I CAN BUY CIGARETTES LEGALLY!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,
I AM OLD ENOUGH TO ENTER JAIL ALREADY!
I HAVE NO FEAR AT PUBS,
NO EVENTS I ALSO CAN CLUB,
ANY CNB RAIDDDD?
"I'M 18",THAT'S WHAT MY I.C SAID!
LIQUOR'S NOT A PROBLEM,
I CAN PASS AT 7-11,
LIQUOR'S NOT A PROBLEMMMMM,
ANY SCREENINGS AND MY I.C WILL SOLVE THEM.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO ME!
Sometimes I think I am such a freak.
I am going to 7-11 to buy a pack of sticks now and flash my I.C at the annoyed cashier auntie while grinning like the Joker on crystal meth.
Peace out ya'll.
11:56 PM
Monday, February 09, 2009
insanity strikes
I AM A FUCKING MESS.
AND I NEED TO FUCKING SMOKE.
WHICH I AM GOING TO DO NOW.
NICOTINE+TAR FTW MUTHAFUCKAZZZ.
2:22 AM
Sunday, February 08, 2009
oblivion.
Ah,fuck the world.
Myself included and fuck you too.
God,I just felt like saying that.
6:02 AM
Friday, February 06, 2009
The Midnight Poet
The melancholy notes of a flute singing a mournful tune envelopes the silence of the dusk,
Blowing perfect smoke rings under the backdrop of a pitch-velvet midnight sky.
Knocking back a couple,liquid courage going down my throat,not a drop left in the flask,
Contemplating on life,an urban philosopher,but the conclusion leaving me to think everything,even love,has only been,but a romantic lie.
The vibrant hues of the horizon catch your eye,
The glitter-glitzy twinkle of the stars almost convice you that they're intelligent,living,breathing entities with their own lives.
But the failure to believe,to be convicted of it's truth still end in wistful sighs.
Mid-autumn leaves flailing fruitlessly against the cold,ruthless draft,
The trees dedicate their destruction with a mettlesome whirlwind of fiery colour in defiance towards the inevitable.
Unable to be force-fed propaganda,truth and prevarications in a vortex,
You awake from the neverending dream.
You may perceive this as a haiku,a poem,but remember that poems don't always rhyme,and things on the surface may not be what they seem.
The right is always a wrong,the brave are sometimes cowardly and the most timid are fearless in their own ways.
Believe in life and love.
Believe in the substantial and the ethereal.
Believe in almost anything at all,
Guillibility is the Authority's way of supressing one's capability to embrace a free mind,an open pathway,an indomitable spirit.
For the failure to believe,is the failure to live.
Believe.
Heartfelt confessions of a midnight poet,Jonan.
Or someone trying to be cool.
P.S This is the effect of Otard VSOP at 3 am while you're rushing projects.
12:38 AM
Thursday, February 05, 2009
I <3 my parental units.
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)
2:42 AM
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
LOL @ RUBEN WONG FROM TP ENGINE.
It's things like these that keep me going on with life:
running away as fast as i can says:
i shit 11 times sia
sex,fuck and fluorescent lighting. says:
LOL
sex,fuck and fluorescent lighting. says:
BEN
sex,fuck and fluorescent lighting. says:
FASTER GO
sex,fuck and fluorescent lighting. says:
WORLD RECORD
sex,fuck and fluorescent lighting. says:
GO TRY
sex,fuck and fluorescent lighting. says:
I THINK GOT CHANCE TO WIN
running away as fast as i can says:
fuck u jo
I think you get the picture :D
10:18 PM