Darwin theories. oh humbug.

"hmmm... yucks." The cell thought to itself. The sea water was getting on its cell membrane. Plus, there wasn't anyone to talk to. Except... perhaps... itself. It was fed up. It was fed up being a lonely little cell with no one. No ONE. But sucky sea water to talk to.

The cell sat there and pondered really hard about this. So hard in fact, it felt it's nucleus split.
To its immense horror, it found a cell looking exactly like itself sitting just micrometres away. That was interesting. It tried again with more gusto.

And the cell became a plant.


The plant burped. Too much carbon dioxide in the system. "better out than in, my mom used to say..." it thought to itself. Then it realised it couldn't exactly remember who its mother was, or what she had looked like. All it faguely remembered was, it was born weirrrrrd. All its friends had nicely shaped leaves or the latest edition of Flowers! ver2.0 and all it HAD was... Tenticles. Yucky Icky Idiotic Tenticles.

Feeling rather sorry for itself, it burst out into tears sending all its spores out into the deep dark water. Little had it known, it would create a vast population of an entirely new spieces of seaweed.


A stinkbug was happy. Happier than a dungbeetle in poop. Which was mightily reasonable considering he had just found a way of making the world's most potent fart by mixing the two chemicals in its abdomen. Which was rather swell... at least until a badger appeared. It panicked, tried its best to release the world class mixture at once and promptly exploded on the spot.


Yucks, my half a cent on Darwin's theories. yuck. haha.. back to studying!!

Brain Matter

Funny Story:

Dick & Jane Discuss Grey Matter

Misfortune Cookies

HAHAAHA!! My sister's fortune. In a cookie. haha

Happy CNY pple! : )

Math Quiz

Had my first math quiz today. All i can say is. YUCKS.

OH Crap oh crap oh crap oh carp did i just say carp perhaps i should have just studied but the stupid american idol kept on going on and on and on and on and i can't focus even with the cute girl in the front of the lecture now okay okay so she's not thaaaaat cute but hey i'm in engine and engine has like well never mind ahhhh i should focus on math now and try to cram things in ahhhhhh ahhhhhhh its not working my brain not working nothing is going in oh no perhaps perhaps i wish the sky will have pity on me and fall on my head NOW like NOW come on i hope i hope it does oh please do alright alright get yourself together just need to take one deep breath *breathes* oh crap doesnt' work i need another plan oh humbug i should've mugged like a jug on a rug with no bugs oh great just great i'm distracted again...

so there went my day. Jumpier than a man on hot coals and and feeling like i had a looming death sentance. Having a make up test u haven't really prepared for, feels very much like waiting to take a BCG. only i didn't take my BCG.

and my day ended.

great.... juuuussstttt grrreaaatt. A bloody Ceee. I got a Ceeee. C is for cat and C is for Cannotmakeit. Perhaps I really do have a natural gift for scraping my exams. Humbug indeed. I hope dinner later with the Churchies will be swell.

Swensens is yum. Ice cream always is yum. Even tons of it.

fingerless

Went to lab today.
Supposed to file some Copper plates. Ended filing my nails and part of my skin off.
Sandpaper is a dangerous thing people.
please handle with care.

Perceptions.

Time for my favourite slide of the day:















I just love psychology lectures. Haahah.

Memoirs of a Geisha

Just watched the show.

My sentiments?

A story that tells of life's cruelty- the chalked white face that masks the pain, desires, emotions that we habour from day to day. Mirroring a life very much like our own.

A story that gently reminds: we don't always get the things we want or sometimes we do, only not in the ways we would have wanted them be..

But alas, like the story of the cherry blossom. To savour every moments of our life while it still lasts.

Maniac

I just ran. Now I'm sitting in front of the computer happily eating salmon roe sushi.
I love sushi. Especially salmon roe sushi... Anyway, the most improbable thing just happened.

I was happily running away, at 12 midnight just around my block when I came across what I perceived to be at first, a madman. (Funny thing was..He happened to be thinking the exact same thing. Anyway...)

There are a few problems that come with meeting a madman. For one, I didn't really know how to react. Oh yes!... Before I go there... The mad part.

Why was he mad? Well, anyone who jogs at 12 midnight is stark raving mad. Its a terribly unearthly hour to be running around. Besides..."What if you get raped by some idiot?!", people always ask me. Well IF the fellow actually bothers to chase after me just to rape me. So be it.(and yes. I'm mad as well. I'm not denying the fact. If you're nodding your head profusely, i'll be glad if it happily falls off.)

The second problem with meeting a mad man is that. He is a man and ALL MEN HAVE EGOS. (You confounded females.... StOP nodding your heads!! I hope u turn into woodpeckers.) Yes... Men just LOVE to compete. Its an ego thing, it seems, that men live and strive to outdo one another.

There was this once, I was running up a hill, behind this rather lovely couple. Then the guy decided to speed up. Alright... I thought to myself, might as well keep his pace.
And so i sped up.
Thinking perhaps it was a challenge he broke into a half sprint. Not to be out done, i picked up the pace as well. Which left his rather bewildered girlfriend/wife wondering why the heck he was running. It ended of course, with the three of us sprinting like mad.
Me racing him, him racing me, and a rather shocked wife/girlfriend trying to keep up with her husband/boyfriend.


Anyway... back to the madman... I was wondering if he was gonna race me. Which to my uttermost relief.. He stopped running. *phew* I thought. Until he turned to stare at me.

It turned out to be my primary school best friend, Jon Lau. *gasps of immense wonder, shock and denial*

Oh well. He thought me mad. I thought him mad. I do believe its normal to be mad.
At least in some way or another...

O_o

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Moments with u last for eternity.

Crayons

A Sign i saw on the Lecturer's door.

"We are all like a box of crayons. Some are pretty, some are dull. Some are dirty, some are clean. Some are sharp, some are blunt. But we all live in the same box."

Let those with different gifts come together to serve one another.

From VeggieTales:

Every gift is given for a reason,
you cant choose which one we get,
only what we do with them.

Gifts. We all have our gifts: some of us to lead, some to encourage, some to teach, some to comfort, some to entertain.

To my fantastically gifted friends, you have been fantastic gifts. Do continue to give fantastically. :)

cheerios people!~

Decisions. Bah.

There are these tiny moments in my life where i make decisions, that sometimes, make me wonder if... if.. it was the right decision to make.

Would it really have been better if i had not made that choice?

Would she have cried, would he have been hurt and would it really be better if i hadn't been so harsh.

Guess I never will really know. Can't turn back time... can we? *ponders*

And even if i could. To be able to play that same scenario over again. Would it really make our lives better?


Perhaps i should stop thinking.
Should i go CF? hmmm....

Considering Lily

Put me in the picture - Considering Lily

I suppose i've learnt to treasure the small things in life.

the friends who've made me smile,

the roses i've smelt in my walks

the warmthness of the smiles that people give.

and i'm thankful... more thankful than ever.

Because you've painted me in your picture. A picture of lilies dancing in the winds, the splash of colors in a rainbow and the music of the hearts that surround me. And for including me. In your painting.

You're a wondeferful artist. :)

cookie monster

Cookie Monster You scored 35% Organization, 40% abstract, and 64% extroverted!

This test measured 3 variables. First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type. Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. You are more sloppy, both concrete and abstract, and about equally introverted and extroverted. Here is why are you Cookie Monster. You are both sloppy. You might not always know where everything you need is. Perhaps you don't even care. Hopefully you don't shovel food into your mouth at least. You both are partially concrete and abstract thinkers. Cookie Monster knows what he wants (cookies!) and he consistently works toward that goal. However he comes up with imaginative and unusual strategies in pursuit of that goal. You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits of course. You are both somewhat introverted. Cookie Monster might not have the most sophisticated syntax, but he does have some friends. He is close with Ernie. You probably like to have some time to yourself, but you do like spending time with your friends, and you aren't scared of social situations. The other possible characters are Oscar the Grouch Big Bird Snuffleupagus Ernie Elmo Kermit the Frog Grover The Count Guy Smiley Bert

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It is just so difficult.

To stay afloat without drowning. To live a life for God whilst living in a world promoting promiscuity, violence, lust and false security.

I feel like i'm standing on top of a hill looking at my friends drown just next to me. Everyone seems to be depressed about one thing or another. Nick says its the weather. I really do hope so...

And whilst standing, i wonder when my turn will be, when the flood waters start rising up to my throat and i start to panic and lose my mind as well.


The hot topic now its relationships. Everyone seems to be wanting love... or passion.. or something the mass media is promoting like crazy. Its in the newspapers, the movies, the commercials, even friends.

And Honestly, its affecting me psychologically and emotionally.

I can't deny the fact that i do want a relationship as well.
That its making me green-eyed seeing couples hold hands or kissing. But is it the right thing to do?....

What is right then?... i wish i knew. Somehow.

I don't want to end up in a relationship because i caved in to lust. Or... because The media and peer pressure is shrouding my capability to discern.

What would be the right thing to do? My patience and perseverence seem to be running low on me real fast.

"Quick! grab the chance while she's still single!" my friends urge me.

If only i had camels, so i could grab the next girl who watered them. I need a sign.

I need the silence again. To think. To pray. To read. To learn.

Perhaps the rain... isn't that bad after all...


I need you more than ever.

A short story

One DARK and STORMY night,


jon was doing his tutorial.

And to his UTMOST HORROR,


he found... he couldn't do it. not a single sum.

So there. humbug indeed

Love

Can't point a finger to it.
Don't know what i see in you.
Words can't say it.
I can't deny it.

This feeling of being with you.

Wife to be. Wilt thou art be wed to me.

Was talking to Andrea's friend just now. (actually Andrea does the talking and I do the thinking.) Anyway, she seemed upset by the topic of discussion. Or maybe she was just tired out. Or I could be over-sensitive.

The topic was on arranged marriages. At the end of it, as we walked off to a lecture, Andrea asked:

"Wouldn't you be afraid if you had an arranged marriage?! Its so scary lah!"

I gave it some thought, shuddered a little and replied a " yea.. I guess so." , before shuddering a bit more.

Now that I'm alone and actually giving it some serious though. Perhaps it really isn't that bad an idea after all. I mean, arranged marriages do have their success rates to boast about and non-arranged marriages do have their failure rates too.

(So.... Jon wants an arranged marriage huh?... That can be arranged.) No no no, Please don't run off and find me a bride. The point is that who's to judge what fits one person and what doesn't. (Like studies in Psychology have shown that people with opposing Personality Disorders attract each other.)

But would I trust my parents with my bride. I suppose so. Besides I've brought my girlfriends home before. She very ought to have an idea of my taste. And I believe they love me enough to not latch me to someone obnoxious for a practical joke. Because I'll run off to work and leave them to hang out together! MAUAhahah (ok....Jon.....I think its enough...)

In any case, recent events have brought me to realise I don't want a girlfriend.

At least for now.

I've seen too many rejected people( by counterparts who like them), a series of broken relationships ( in many close friends of mine) and unhappy marriages ( which remind me of the rough patches I've been through myself ).

When I look at couples and start to feel jealous, I start to wonder if it really is going to be worth all that pain. Perhaps I'm just mildly schizophrenic. In any case I'm a worried single and unavailable male.

Okay. Digression... Another reason I'm not afraid of arranged marriages is because I'm IN ONE.

I've committed this to God and he's arranging it for me. So there. It'll be perfect with or without a wife. Because he loves me even though i'm a mildly schizophrenic, worried and slightly silly boy. Only thing that bothers me will be whether my parents will be able to take it if I'm single. I really wonder.

I need a clear sign. Clearer than a cloudless sky. As Obvious as the mountains.


P.S. Nick says I shouldn't make a list of the qualities I want for a girlfriend. Because he says, most of them won't apply anyway. ahaha. Which is kinda true....

hmmm. HMMM. hrrmmpf.

blah. hahah.. looks like fun. and Nette says she'll help me look out for one. -.-'''

So i shall do ONE just to humour YOU people out there.

Inspired by Van and Dan and the pure fun of it.

20 qualities i want for my gf. oh goodness.

1. Christian. Yes that'd be good. Grand.
2. Enjoys my company as much as i enjoy hers.
3. Respects my personal space and appreciates the silence.
4. Lives near me. (so it easy to send her home.) XD
5. Speaks mostly english. absolutely fantastic.
6. At least an average looking. (not that i'm superficial or anything. but i want to at least be able to gaze at her comfortably.)
7. Smaller than me.. hahaha, which is TOuGh. cuz i'm already very small sized as it is.
8. Preferably talks quite abit.
9. Not pampered. (so its easy for me to pamper her. oh goodness. i pray she doesn't read this.)
10. Have nice parents. (this is a must. Cuz its important to me. )
20. (Yes i can count. I just ran out of things) Preferably not in NTU, or my Church. Cuz things will get too messy.

yes that is all for now. Difficult enough as it is already.
cheerios u busybodies.
-jon

Of fireworks and stars

I looked at the sky for wat seemed like the fifth time. It was raining wispy little droplets and I could feel the soft patter of rain hitting my face and soaking my clothes. The rain sloshed around on my slippers and I wriggled my toes uncomfortably to ease the queasiness.

There's fireworks in Chinatown. I stood there and stared and marveled for a while. A thin smile.

Deep down beneath the bustling atmosphere. Underneath the rain soaked skin, my heart cried.

It seemed so much like the dreams I once held on to, the goals I had once chased. Certain things that had mattered so much to me.

Like fireworks, they burst into full glory then in seconds, disappeared into thin ugly smoke.

As if they had never existed.


A simple realization of things in life that just don't last. The wonderfulness and majestic feeling when they're there, till they die.

then to be forgotten and lost.

There must be something more.
I just know it.
I can feel it.
Please tell me. I want to know.

Mug.

BAHhhh. hum. BUG.

Back to the books. And study i must.
Much as i hate to, I will start to mug
Make me a mugger, i pray, till my brains turn to dust.
Concentrate i will by humming like a humbug.

Hhhaaaauuummmmmmmmmmm......

Stan & Me

hey...

There are times when you don't have to spell with your lips.

and your eyes give you away.

They tell me of a story no one's heard.
A story of how your day has been.

No matter the smile that disguises the pain,
or the words that tell me you're alright.

Its the sparkle from your eyes that's been gone all evening.

I bite my lip knowing i'm powerless to do anything.
Except maybe to pray,

"Dear God, please make her alright."


do get well soon please...

Valley of Roses

I walked across a flower shop and momentarily gazed at the flowers inside. The sweet memories of the roses' scent wafted out to greet me with open arms.

I used to give flowers away. Actually when I had a girlfriend rather. I remember walking into the store with the familiar face of the person behind the counter. A kind middle aged woman who ran the shop that I often patronized.(Its above orchard station by the way.) She'd greet me and ask me what I wanted this time.

"A red rose." I would reply with a smile.

"For your girlfriend?" She gave me a knowing look as she smiled. I remember blushing from head to toe.

"Yes." I'd reply.

"Her birthday?" She'd ask. Florists like small talk. (I guess it helps business.)

"Well.. er.. nope."

"ah... Don't need a reason to give flowers huh? Its a dollar. " She smiles.

Clutching the roses in my hands as I walked away. Gently running its red petals between my finger tips and feeling its velvety surface. I would stop, close my eyes to draw a single deep breath and embrace the wonderful scent of the rose.

As soon as it ended, I would snap out of it and look around to wonder if anyone was laughing at me and fumble as i try hide the rose.

A flower is a wonderful thing. I feel like giving someone a flower.
Maybe I will.

love,
jonjonjonjonjonjon.

P.S. I remember my social ettiquette teacher. "Always hold the rose with two fingers near the base on the stalk and walk with it like its part of you." I'd try to imagine and give up. It usually ended up below waist level and slightly hidden behind me.

blah

Me : I've nothing to blog about.
Jolene: blog about.. hmm.. the orange sky. hahaa
Me: But the sky isn't orange! >.< Its greyish blue.

This shall be the blog about the orange sky who wasn't orange.

The sky sat there and stared. It was feeling awfully embarressed this time of the year, since he always seem to be fightfully wetting his pants. People were staring at him under the peeks of multi-colored umbrellas and a stray kangaroo gazed up at him from the middle of The Sahara.

Strange. He didn't remember seeing any Kangaroos in the Sahara. He tried to take a closer look and got blocked by a cloud. Stupid cloud, he muttered to himself. Perhaps he should have some housekeeping.

A boy stared at the sky who rumbled in a low tone behind some distant clouds. He swore it sounded like the phrase "stupid cloud", but he wasn't sure. Besides, you can never be sure about many things these days. Be it the fortune teller at the corner of the street, the results of the next soccer match or whether it was going to rain. The uncertainties in life that seem ever so dauntingly to haunt inquisitive minds. Especially of a young boy.

"The sky... its... blue. isn't it?" His eyebrows made deep furrows at the top of his forehead as he strained them to look. Suddenly he realised he had been talking to himself and he took a quick glance around to make sure no one had heard him. Thank goodness.

Funny. She said it was orange. The kangaroo shrugged its shoulders. Perhaps it was color blind.

Bass guitar.

i want a bass guitar.