KFC anyone?

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bwakefast. *happy grin*

Breakfast. Made lovingly by my dad for me.

Wat u say? its grey? yes of course its grey. can't u seeee... Any guesses? =D

Nice right. my goodness. you'd think they had lightbulbs for bricks.

The name gave me the jitters.
Sounds like slave trade to me.

town! :D

WOW! Oo i haven't even breathed that much air.

ouch. ouch? ouch! Oooouucccch. >.<

I'm tired. and aching in places i didn't know were possible to ache in. Apparently. They're aching now.

Frisbee/volley at Sentosa,(walked x 2000) at orchard den sailed for two days STRAIGHT. i'm so dead tired. my muscles need muscles to prop them up and i'm considering sniffing the new odourless paint to see if it'll make anyone high.

Sailing was fun only i witness someone get injured. IN MY BOAT. NEXT TO BLOODY ME. It was frantically tragic. The only thing i vaguely remember was being dragged around in the boat and the next thing i knew, the sail swung over. I instinctively ducked the incoming sail and heard a large "piang" sound.I turned just in time to see the girl next to me get hit and fall into the water. ouch. I could only gape like a silly dead fish.

Now she looks happily like a luohan. i feel so bad. i hope it goes off soon. the hump on her head. and i hope. i hope. i don't have angry-bee-like parents coming after me. i hope.

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to the sad. and the lonely.

What a horribly depressing paper.
Those most depressing paper i've done in years. So depressing i wanted to commit suicide by papercuts. I even drew a depressing picture. haha.



Please please don't worry about me. for those of u who have read. I'm fine. i slogged it out at the arcade today. spent money faster than u can say "bollocks!"
Even if u say it so fast till it sounds like "bloks" i can still spend money faster than that. so there. i'm fine. =)

pain in love.

Perhaps. I've forgotten how to love. Is it really so difficult to love someone, even to shower some form of concern to those around you. There are so many out there that demand attention and care. I just wished sometimes people could stop thinking about themslves for a damn moment and consider the world out there.

Is it because we do no understand the mysteries or the complexity of love. Or are we really so void of it that maybe we even aren't capable of loving even oursleves at times.

Talked to a friend yesterday. She's depressed. And i perfectly understand why.Though i know honestly that i cannot help much because i haven't even the slightest idea how to. I really love her as a person. Not with the warped kind that people find devishly to talk about behind their backs. But the kind of love for someone because she's important to you. All my friends are.

I can't tell her that i damn well appreciate her existance as a person and i love having her around. She's pretty damn fantastic at certain things. I can't tell her to stop being depressed cuz she's loved by me. Cuz. i'm afraid.For the admn bloody once.

Afraid to even tell my dad that i love him. I very much do. All i managed to do this morning was to mumble something about "driving carefully since it was raining". Then...I felt this sadness in the air. He said" okay." Even the taxi driver that sent me home from hard rock cafe that fateful night. He was an awful lot of a cheerful chirpy fellow and i couldn't help but like him. I told him. "hey.. merry christmas.. in advance and drive carefully. Cuz the roads are slippery."

Damn silence again. Then he said "ok."

Why do i see sadness in the people around me. Even those who are happy seem to be putting on a brave front. My chief clerk told me that life was a stage and we have to change masks all the time. A mask to hide. To hide all the unbearable pain within that come with life's tragedies. Sigh. Help me.

Have u seen the sky lately. She's been cryiing floods of tears.
Please don't cry anymore. I feel your pain.

my jap name

My Japanese name is Atsutane Akimoto.
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help :(

Have You Seen the sky lately,
She's been crying too.
Its must be hard for her
To feel so sadly blue.

Lean on the Earth's strong shoulders
till your tears are dried out
And smile me a beatiful rainbow
Before my life is through.

December rains signal an end is near
of my life's demise.
and my hopes are pinned
dearly on what he's promised.

i wanna cry too.

babies.

Did u know? Babies have a crying power equivalent to a pneumatic drill? well neither did i... came as a bit of shock to me.. babies?? wow... or at least the baby on Brainiacs hit 120 decibels. (the drill did 117 decibels.. not far behind..)

Which makes me wonder why neighbours don't wake up in the middle of the night to strangle your kids(or u doing likewise.. so that's why you lock the door... )

I asked a friend of mine about her not-so-newly-born. I could tell she was getting pretty emotional talking about it.. then... her kid screamed.

She turned back.

the baby saw her mother

and laughed.

"aaahhgahhya!" She babbled happily on after getting the attention she wanted.

"I thank God for that face of hers. Its the only thing that keeps me from strangling her at three AM in the morning." She smiled and gently stroked her baby's cheeks. The baby's called Anne.

I look at the chubby lump of cuteness galore. Just sitting there grinning a toothless smile. Anne makes a face at me and sticks her tongue out to play with saliva. Oh mooses and hippos. That baby is hell cute.

No matter if she screams like a pneumatic drill. The cataclymic implications she has on making anyone smile is just tremendous.

then again.. i dunno maybe cuz i don't have to look after her.

study

A Man with curly locks shares a heap of steaming fries with his kid just a table away.
a guy who seems to be studying the hsitory of soccer matches
two skimply dressed girls sitting next to the dustbin buried in books and papers.
a woman trying frantically to connect to the internet.

And two teenage delinquents sitting just outside, smoking and talking loudly in body language.Which seems to comprise of nose picking and hair flinging worthy of shampoo commercials.

All this in a glassy enclosure. Coming soon.
At the Macs near you.

i wish

I bet. I bet.. exams are the devils' work.. =/

as bored as a sausage in a haystack

I'm awfully bored. my brain has gone on strike to Timbaktu and never coming back again effectively until the exams end. Some one watch a movie with me?

fish

We were standing in front of the aquarium at Wisma Atria. Nick and I. Reminiscing about how as children we used to stare at the fish in wonder.

When suddenly Nick asked" do fish... drink water?" That horrifyingly baffled me. I hate to be baffled.I wondered.. Do they? really? i mean.. where would the water go? They could pee.. but.. do they pee? or maybe sweat it out. FISh sweat!? how? between the scales?!?. this is driving me nuts.

Or maybe.. they don't drink at all. then.. That doesn't make any sense either. I'm stuck oh great. just great.

Perhaps i should stick to easier questions. like why is the sky so high? why? So it'd give dimwits like me enough time to react when it falls down. =)

split personality

I'm starting to think that i've split personality. There's a part of me that likes to go crazy and run off on silly ideas(the side that i happen to listen to the most.) and the other part which basically keeps the first part in check. thank God for split personalities. or i'll either be a geek or wind up in a strait jacket.

whiteninjacomics.com

haha.

"and just what is a cosmos? and what is it doing in a teacup?!"a friend asked me.
a friend i adore pretty much cuz she's charming.

To which i replied: "a cosmos is basically the whole universe in harmony(come to think of it.. its oxymoronic.. anyway..) and the teacup-thing. Well.. its like asking what is the sausage doing in a haystack?"

haha.. the looks on your faces.. (huh? wat sausage? huh? haystack?.... joooooNn......).
my advice: don't read too much into my entrys.. cuz they're full of my nitty bitty tiny weeny thoughts that pop in randomly into my head.
very much... like the bubbles in the South China Sea. =)
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old. and boring.

The boy stared quietly at the comos in the tea cup. It was vaguely interesting and due for mind-boggling. Maybe because, he had never seen a cosmos before, or maybe because it was puzzling . Ah... yes... mysterious it was. As mysterious as a cosmos in a tea cup.

Mystery does alot of things. It captivates us, then drives us off a cliff of question before plummeting us down into a depth of understanding. Once the enigmatic is solved, it seems inmensely to fail to interest anyone anymore, except maybe to be used as a refrence.
The attraction of things intangible to the inquisitive mind have a grip like gravity's. Especially to a young boy.

The cosmos in a tea cup, couldn't be used for a refrence to anything, or so it seemed. The boy looked urgingly at it, Hoping it'd jump and perhaps attempt a backflip. The cosmos, at this point, was getting very flatteringly irritated with the staring but couldn't do anything about the entire affair. You see, it was an old cosmos. Older than the beaches of Jupiter or bigger than the moons of Pluto. It was irritated and irritatingly old.

The boy stared a while more. Nothing seemed to be happening. Nothing perculiarly mind-blowing so to speak. The boy left. The cosmos hummed a tune of an old television series it used to watch before abruptly falling asleep, whilest trying to remember the lyrics.

A cosmos, therefore, is a boring thing. It looks like black tea and seems to do virtually nothing. Nothing to save the starving children in Uthopia, nothing for world peace. Nothing. Except. Except... maybe to be used as the reference goes... As old as a comos in a tea cup.
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cross.

"Time passed.

Susan waited.

The more Susan waited., the more the doorbell didn't ring. Or the phone. She looked at her watch. She felt it that now it was about the time that she could legitimately begin to feel cross. She was cross already, of course, but that had been in her own time, so to speak. They were well and truly into his time now, and even allowing for traffic, mishaps, and general vagueness and dilatoriness, it was now well over half an hour past the time that he had insisted was the latest time they could possibly afford to leave, so she'd better be ready.

She tried to worry that something terrible had happened to him, but didn't believe it for a moment. Nothing terrible ever happened to him, though she was beginning to think that it was time it damn well did. If nothing terrible happened to him soon maybe she'd do it herself. Now that was an idea."

-taken from "Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency" by Douglas Adams.

i love the way he writes. so characteristically written. so playful with adjectives.

of butterflies and buttercups

Thank you for showing me the lights that danced upon the river's edge, like butterflies in a sweet romance.

but please, i beg
forgive my arrogance.
show me with loving patience
your majestic creations.

show me the place
where the earth meets the sky
somewhere...somewhere
beyond the horizon.

let me see the rod
that disciplines the seasons.
or reveal the cords
that bind the Orion

to visit the caves of the great leviathan.
and explain to me
the simplicity
of human emotions.

then again... i'm just being silly me. =/

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peeerrr pressure

"guys. guess wat i'm attached!"oh crap. i look at JM. crappily unbelieveable.
nicks attached. JM attached!

ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! die.. ahaha.. my two buds are attached =(
which leaves me.. the single-dying-to-be-off-the-shelf-little-inconspicuous nut.
haha.. nah.. i'll stay single. cuz i'm so bad arse that my girlfriend will swear off guys after a week and develope Schizophrenia for the rest of her life and the life after. and if u were a cat. it be the life after and after. and after. and after.and after.and after.and after. (is it nine?)
nah.. i'll get a pet. maybe a dog. or a chiken!.. haha.. den i can eat it. =) [Let me hear u scream!!!!! : JON!!! YOU DON't EAT YOUR PETS U HEARTLESS @%$%#@]

=)
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Six pacs

Just ran and did a whooooping 80 sit ups. Yiyu says running and sit ups will give u six pacs. Which brings me this question. WHy do girls dig six pacs. i mean.. wassup wit it man. having six pacs don't make u a better man. imagine this:

Guy comes home from work.
F: Honey, can we talk?
G: WAit, lemme do my 300 sit ups first.
half an hour later.
F: dear...can we talk?
G: i'm all sweaty, lemme go run first. i'll be back soon.
an hour later.
F:hmmmrmmm?
G: lemme shower?
F: alright.
after the shower...
F:(gives him the look)
G: my abs ache.. lemme put muscle rub on them...

and so on and so forth..BUT.. if u have a guy with a BELLY

F: can we talk?
G:(probably too lazy to get up from the couch and beer) alright.
F: blah bla blah.

see. short and sweet. and the girl gets to roll on his tummy while she's at it. saves money for a bean bag too.
six packs aren't good. the hassle of maintaining them.. etc etc.. and the only relatively nice thing that comes in a six pac that can think of is BEEER. but if u were a rational man like me who'd settle for a six pac when u can get a nice ONE 24 PACk!. see.

so all u pretty babes out there.. dun dig six pacs man.. go for paunches.. so i can stop working out..
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I think.

I Think. I have ADD. haha..
So naturally studying something, i so wholesomly detest, isn't exactly my cup of tea.

Some where through my life, i had a love affair with tea. maybe because my tummy never ever came to a concensus with coffee. or i felt life itself was bitter enough. Which explains the my undeniable sweettooth.
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moooo-noooo-mmmmer

chem exam

Ques 4 (e) II) Briefly describe how this polymer could be formed, assuming the inital radical is R.

My Ans:
Firstly the momnomer has the radical R a the ends. so by some form of warped witch doctor magic, the R is removed. Maybe due to the fact that it got eaten by some hyperactive compound that likes to eat radicals. In any case, the radical got eaten. So no more radical , and no more hyperactive-hungry compounds. The radical was therefore "freed" from captivity and ran off shouting "i'm free !! i'm freeeee!!" Thus the name of the free radical

The story continues, since the radical got eaten, the monomer becomes a.. monome. Since effectively the R is gone. The monome decides that it is outnumbered by the vicious angry-hyperactive-radical-eating compunds, so they all join up to form this long thing called polymers.
(which after much disscusion was decided upon as a name for the union they formed.)

ok. my 4 marks worth. =)i'm so gonna do well for my chem soo well.

DEad! u hear me!!! DEAD.

I can't believe this. I'm trying to cram wat JC ppel take 2 yeears to study.. wat scientists took many many maaaaany years to discover. I'm trying to cram in. 1 hour. i'm a genius. yes..
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Just when did life become so utterly complex. As if time itself took the form of
a colossal being and took to swallowing us whole.

Falling in love used to be so easy. Crush +Proximity =. a relationship. Now its small talk = suggestive behavior. I’m rather sick and tired of females thinking that any form of small talk is a guy trying to “pick u up”. Seriously, It’s true that most guys do share a sense of attraction for females.. But not everyone is trying to be funny. -.-‘’

I miss being a child. I miss the leaves that fall in summer. the breeze in december . Love itself used to be such a childish affair. Meant perhaps only for growing children.
I remember adults scorning at children or teenagers who fell in love. "Haha. Kids nowadays. I mean what do they know about love?" I guess it was true. All I did know at that time when I was still 14 was that my heart pumped so hard it was barely contained within my ribs. I remember the odd dryness in my throat and the sweat in my palms.

Now 21 easily going 22. yet.., my soul confesses to still having that silly boyish love embedded within. I still crave the affection and attention of a girl and I wonder if age does indeed made me a wiser person or if it has taught me to forget or ignore.

What do children know that we don't. they know how to fall in love. We know only the
consequences of our actions, the gravity of the risks. and of societies' mould of a normal human.

I just can't gel this together. i'm spouting nonsense like a deranged sperm whale off the pacific ocean. ugh


P.S.Even mice know how to love.
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the monday paper.

He stared quietly at the old man.
What a queer old person, he thought to himself. With such an irritatingly strange request. It had caught him off guard and at a rather disappropriate time. he pulled a face. ugh. Why now? Why him?I mean there's a billion other people out there. Why pick me to bug.

The old man was raggly and worn out. On his torso, hung pretty much tattered and torn clothes. They did little to cover the bones that peeked curiously under the darkened and blemished skin. His greyish old beard held bits of dead leaves mattered in a grey and spotty mess and it seemed to cling on to the edge of the old man's face, desperately finding a comfortable place to hang.

He continued to stare at the elderly person and wondered.What did the old man want again?
The first request was barely audible to him and came out as a half whimper. or a cough. Perhaps he didn't speak english or... he was mute. he bit a lip and swallowed.

The old man's eyes, partially clouded probably due to age continue to stare in guilty wonder. Was this man going to help him? He really wasn't obliged to, well neither were the last two people he asked. He hadn't spoken to anyone else since... goodness knows when. His memory was surely failing him. Or perhaps when you're old, time flies so quickly you lose track of it. and the days and nights just seem to blink by. Does he understand me? The old man managed another coarse and croaky mumble. it was the best he could manage. It was n't his fault. his throat was parched and in desperate need of hydration.

"Look, I haven't the foggiest idea what you're saying. I'll just give u a piece of bread and you'll be on your way. Alright?" He looked at the old man and ran his fingers through his hair in deep frustration.Gosh... he wished that old man would just disappear. "Poof", in a wisp of smoke. just like that. Then he wouldn't have to bother no more. Then again, he wished all his problems did that.

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smile!

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evil cycles.

I woke up feeling very lethargic... den i fell asleep. den i woke up again, felt more lethargic. so i fell asleep again and woke up.....
and now i've a complete headache from one of the evil cycles of life.

here's another. from today's newpaper. you people should read the papers more.

Here are some ideas on how to become Bill Gates Son-in-law: Jack a smart buinessman, talks to his son.

Jack: "Son, I want you to marry the girl of my choice."
Son:"NO!, i'll choose my own bride!"
Jack:"But the girl i have in mind is Bill Gates daughter."
Son:"Well... in that case..."

Next Jack approaches Bill Gates.

Jack: "Bill, I have a husband for your daughter!"
Bill Gates:" But my daughter is too young to be married!"
Jack:"But this young man is the vice-president of the World Bank!"
Bill Gates:" Well... In that case..."

Finally Jack approaches the President of the World Bank.

Jack:" I've a young man to reccomend to you for vice-president of the World Bank!"
President:"But I've already got more the vice-presidents than i need!"
Jack:"but this young man is the Son-in-law of Bill Gates."
President:" Ahhh.. In that case..."

see.. wad i mean.
evil cycles.
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We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.
-Charles Kingsley

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shiwashtogashi? honja... wyauie!

ok.. just wat was i thinking at 6 in the morning! gosh. must be the shoshwangers and hillybickers in me head. I shall attempt to seem utterly impcomprehensible to reverse the devastating effects of the effective communication syllabus within me shoshwangish. the very knowlegde that i had tried so ineffectively to cramm i now want to effectively erase before it pollutes my brain cells and causes a nation wide epidemic. oh dear. wad i am billybockering.

just watched tom yum goong. Asia's representative of how to fold your neighbour into any origami crane in two thousand and one ways. includes a full presentation on how to cut an elepahant and lets you google at his rippling muscles and oh-so-bloody-cool moves. (tony jaa that is. that guy is inhuman.)

i give the movie a 5/5 for stunts. (they decapitated a kelong. don't ask me how..) and a 1/5 for story. the movie is a total action flick. oh yea. with the girls hanging around here and there. though half the time you're wondering if they're trans. haha. ugh. (2/5 for the girls) a definate guys show.

ugh. muggle me brain out i say. i is tired in an depressive award winning way. gonna sleep till mooses climb the milky way and jundangers showagggle themselves to the sun. ugh
study. fwashwaddup. -.-

oh. crap.

oh. crap its bloody six in the damn morning and i can't get to sleep. i've a paper in exactly 3 hours and i need the sleep badly.

he lay there. motionless, very much wanting to move a slight bit. his left butt cheek ached from sustaining his body weight. damn mattress, if only it wasn't so bloody lop-sided. he yearned badly to shift his weight.
she lay there. next to him. her arm lovingly placed across his chest. and her fingers mingling gently with his hair. he could feel her breasts pressed gently on the side of his ribcage and the tiny breaths that she took. her neck had been resting on his arm for quite some time already but he was afraid that if he pulled it out, it'd wake her. no. he mustn't. she looked so beautiful sleeping so soundly like that.
pitter patter... pitter patter.
oh the sound of rain that falls on window sills...

ok. i've to go off to the uni. blimey. if u happen to read. just continue the story by commenting on it ya. thanks muchs.

bleah.

My brain's gone fuzzy. fuzzy as a monkey's arse.
and jolene says she's studied until saturation point and any other info will just crystalize and fall off. yea. u go girl. hahaa.

as of 03/11/05 0105 hrs: i've proclaimed anything relatively lazy and sloppy to be a jolen. =)

rain. i miss the sillly rain.

I stared silently as the clouds ran quickly by. the birds chirped in the nearby trees and went about their busy little job of collecting berries.

"oh what a great ball of wool!
tell me,tell me. how are you?
just wat is it that you were told
are u really from a mould?

when do you know to rain,
and why don't you drop some snow,
how is it you're white and fluffy,
while the others are grey and gold.

Wait wait don't run just yet!
and leave me things unknown.
tell me what u see from there.
and why have you grown?!

who charts your paths,
and does he know mine too?
can u me ask him for me please
on the your way to the moon.

ok.i've got a math test now,
i hope i see you soon.
and just what is that shape,
is it a baboon?"

-jon lamest.

ugh.. math...
inte-gra-tion, di-fferen-ci-ation,
isn't multiply like cop-u-lation.
ad-di-tion and sub-tract-ion,
driving me to con-fu-sion.
wish could learn through di-ffu-sion
instead of stuffing my brain to con-sti-pa-tion

jon's dead. effectively. pronounced dead by jolene at goodness knows wad date and time. who cares? time to mug. yucks. :/






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a slice of life

A woodcutter got hired by this lumbering company. Coupled with ridiculously good pay, lovely working hours, he couldn't be happier. Given these beatutiful settings, he convinced himself to work really hard and please his employers.

His first day at work, his employer gave him an axe and he set out and cut an amazing 18 trees.
Rather please with his performance, the employer told him,"that's the way to go. "

Very much encouraged by this, he set forth again on the 2nd day and pushed himself to work harder. yet surprisingly, he cut down only 15 trees. a little disappointed, he returned home.

the days followed, with him working harder than ever, but yet cutting less and less trees each time.

very much distraught at this, he went to his boss with his head down and apologised: "i'm sorry, but as much as i've tried my best to cut, i just seem to cut less trees everytime.." then his employer asked,"have u sharpened your axe?"

rather amazed at the mention of that question he replied,"no, i've been too busy cutting trees."

sometimes we have to take time off our busy schedules to do "sharpen" ourselves. These things include, taking time off to realx or do things that are important to our personal well-being. Like meditating, spending family time or hanging out with friends.

take time to stare at the birds, listen to the chatter of people, feel the rustle of the grass beneath the soles of your feet, smell the flowers. to love those close to u.

now...can i have a hug?=D

jon lamest..
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blain thingy

Your Brain's Pattern

You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy. You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts. People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused. But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.

What Pattern Is Your Brain?

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