its ..... Mr Quey @_@ ?

pic taken at last night's salsa party........... first thought was wow.
looked like my high school music teacher mr quey XD

Things I would do for $10

hmmm coz i'm too bz to write. gonna just do a quick photo post.
took part in a picture scavenger hunt for this game i was playing.
("yeah no time to write stuff still got time to play game"..."ooo shud up: P")
just a web version of shin megami tensei,
a game from my PS days which i absolutely adored.

so really, there was no way i could have resisted it
(saved perhaps for a good sushi buffet, or the chance to nail xxxx's penis to the wall),
when i saw the ad for the free online MMOG on Onemanga.
("Waaaaaaad! no time still can read comics"...'oh shud up you!')

anyway so i had to get 30points to win $10 worth of credit.

with da cat XD.. no not very co-operative at all


carrots are disgusting

Hotdogs are also disgusting.... fattening

heavy T_T getting too ole to do such things


always loved the sunsets at newcastle beach




At Nobby's beach


The Giant Penis - hmmm dun know why its called that
maybe its a metaphor for something historic or philosophical

the last shard of my dignity. me in a dumpster.
yeah things i would do for $10 bucks


In a hammock

did i mention i cant cook?



Incidentally, i lost my 300 bucks video camera. while doing this


das ist Scheiße, cest la vie

MY BIKE GOT STOLE TODAY! I AM SO PISSSSSED!
SO PISSED IN FACT THAT THE ONLY THING
I CAN THINK TO WRITE AT THE MOMENT IS THAT
I AM SOOOOOO PISSED

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GRRRRRRRRRRR
(SERIOUSLY PISSSED)

Scratchleys

KNS damn tired, worked at my uni job from 9am to 5pm,
quick gym session from 5pm til 630om,
caught the train to my new restaurant job, 7pm til 11pm.
and i've just reached home. dun even have time to wank.
no wonder one of my fren developed a habit of wanking
while he drove home until running his car into a road sign : p
Telling myself i'm gonna have to go zzzz in a minute
to get enough sleep for my muscle to grow
before i have to wake up at 7am so i can get into work at 9.

last few days has been freezing cold,
so cold that i've started pulling out my winterwear
in fact i'm wearing a long sleeve cotton shirt and
a fleece jacket as I presently sit typing.



yet in the very next state, its been 44 degrees and up
wth forest fires claiming a present death toll of 208
.. talk about wacky weather.
having a bit of a sore throat going on...
i think its because of the lambchops
that i've been having for meals the past few days....'pu zuah';
something that caucasians dun understand nor believe in.
anyways, i'm cooking some prunella(xia ku chao) tea
to counteract the 'heatiness'... feeling so aunty.



got this new job at 'Scratchleys', a high-end seafood restaurant,
to replace my bar job. sigh yeah, am gonna just give up and quit that one.
the lesbo manager keeps cutting my shifts and giving them to gals.
am really fed-up.
Missing the good ole blue bar days.
Speaking of Blue Bar, Wills found me on Facebook!



Anyways, Scratchley's a really classy place.
sitting like a glass boat house atop the water in the habor,
it infuses casual with a touch of class. but the prices are all "class".
Jason(my gym buddy) was jokingly saying as we went for dinner last night,
'i've got $10 bucks, lets go eat at your new workplace".
thats when i realised, you cant get anything at scratchley's for $10.
infact I've never seen a bill for less than a $100.



The good part is, my tips used to be all coins,
amounting to $5-6 if i'm lucky
now my tips are all notes.
typically amounts to between $20-30
after being divided equally amongst the wait & bar-staff.
and more on busy nights
But working at clubs is still more fun.

Shoes Shoes Shoes

Speaking of fashion, i have had an infetuation with shoes recently.
while i've alway been an observer of groomed and well dress,
I have never really been one who considers phrasing out my wardrobe items
(save for parent purchases, aka 5 in a pack undies
which i 'phrased-out' with the packaging, while still in the packaging. . .
good riddance to rubbish. )

But today as i sat aimlessly brosing the web for shoe ideas,
'fashion' trends hitted me as a harsh reality.
i cant decide if my next phrase should be
"who could forget the Kappa trackpants, alien workshop jeans..." or
"who actually remembers them".
they were so popular one moment and gone the next.
kinda like today's facebook and the friendster of yester-year
- good ridaance to that too. Hated friendster,
always thought they were too up themslves to improve their services.
now eat facebook dust losers.

What i did like were the adidas shells,

luckily i wore mine to bits.
oh wait . . actually it was my brother who did that.
'pi-char'ed my shoe with his oversized fucking feet.
my poor innocent shells over time imploding from the insides.
Otherwise i would have just continued wearing them and
became fashionably extincted like the dinosaurs
... or look really woggy like this guy. haha.



i mean can you really imagine still wearing this combi?
you cant seriously consider going out in those,
neither can you really exercise in them.
RIP to shells. I did enjoyed you while you lasted.




What is 'in', or rather been in a while
are the return of the converse canverse shoes,
otherwise known as 'ah beng'(young gangster) school shoes.

despite my great love for them, i havent actually owned a pair.
converse basketball shoes - yes, canverse ones - no.
cheap parents, need i say more.
and their argument is
"who says we didnt get you one, its in your (overseas)uni fees lor".
yar. not funny. i didnt think so either.



white leather version
VS
normal canverse version


what they did get me were cheap imitation ones from the wet market.
i know, getting shoes from a wet market.
the same place where you get your fish and headless chickens. pffffft.
lucky theres such a thing as growing up and getting a part-time job.
Then again, i was fat and ugly in sec school anyway,
would be ugly watever i wore . . . haha

BUT now i really have an infatuation for a pair of them,
reeeeally wanna get the white leather converse canverse look-a-like.
But then i'm also wondering why i'm trying to get a leather pair
that looks like a canverse pair,
why dont i just get a hugely cheaper canverse pair? or maybe even two?
well guess its becoz i'm johnathan.
but then i'll take so much time 'aunty-ing' over the decision
the fad would be almost over by the time i got them>: P
and i can put them on my padestal and worship them.

black leather version



also thanks to a buddy, i've a new pair of shoes! yay.
have no idea how i wanna thread them.
it came threaded on alternating black and whites.
but i thought i would prefer them all whites for a bit of contrast.
then i trutted around in them and
ripped it all out again and re-did them in all blacks.
hmmm which do yous think is nicer?

Johnathan's very shallow Life

Had recently became a 'gossip girl' fan!



(before you say 'yeah, its a totally johnny thing' - shut up!)
sooooo. .. i didnt think i would like it either,
but i've been a Desperate Housewives fan.
I love the calm soothing voice of the
'Alice Young' character who narrates the story.
"wysteria lane . . . blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah,
. . . blah blah blah blah, blah blah blardy blah."
ahhhhhhhh sooo soothing, better than counting
sychonized dancing sheeps in multiples of 8.

yeah yeah, i like having the tv on while i dozed off in bed: )
so i wiki-ed Gossip Girl, and appearently its narrated too.
but OMFG, turns out the narrator was bitchy assssssssssssss,
no way i was gonna fall asleep with her voice like nails on a chalk-board.
ended up watching a couple of episodes.
the first couple of episodes were super bitchy too.
but subsequent ones started closing with 'feel-good' endings
that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside: )

Love this 2 songs, 'Secrets' and 'Three Wishes'
spotted in Gossip Girl(GG) perfomed by a
two sisters band, 'The Pierces',



and looki . . . its a preeeeti pink color too! a must have : )


found in their latest album, '13 Tales of Love and Revenge'.
how kool sounding is that title?
and the songs actually have the moody melancholy to match : )
awesome!
you can get them HERE but buy the CDs if you like them.
They is only an emerging band/group : )

speaking of tv, fashion and beauty.
Going through hours of tele made me realise
how much of a waste of time watching tv was,
so i decided to be productive and multi-task.
I decided to watch TV, and . . . shave my legs. yahoooooooo!

actually the process is more completed than that.
The first step required a shaving blade, ran
in a repeating downwards motion down those virgin forests.
the shaver head would at roughly 3 minute intervals, become choked with hair,
which will then need to be unclogged before repeating the process.
step 2 requires a few day's wait for my leg to start looking
like the mangkok hairstyle of sticky, stinking army recruits.
at which point i can now apply the usage of the epilator.

For the boys that have no idea what the unluckier
of our lady counterparts have to endure.
The epilator is a handheld monster that removes hair.
it is made of two main sections, like a cockroach,
a huge abdomen section like a cockroach's which encases the motor,
and a nasty head, like a cockroach,
which comprises of two massaging pieces,
and a rotating roller riddled with vicious clamps
which snaps open and close much like the machanism
from this fishing game i played in my younger years... anyhow,
so the clamps closes over the hair,
and rotation of the rollers rips the hair out.
and hey presto hairless legs ! plus alot of pain that is.



why did i do it? well . . . it is summer,
thought i would give that smooth taned legged look a go.. haha

Finally?

wow.. its been so loong since i last wrote
that i'm starting to feel like a stranger to my own blog.
to think that for a while the blog had been like my closest friend.
well. maybe not closest, but more like one who would listen to me
rumble on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.

Had been a pretty interesting few days.
the Singaporean police had came to my home in Singapore last friday
to try and arrest me! how kool is that! I am a WANTED Criminal!
just need to go get my tatoos.
Obviously my parents were sent amok,
and were heckling me over the phone like a pair of chickens!
I know... its kinda mean to compare mom and dad to poultry,
but i really cant help it.
they just make annoying urgent noises on the other side,
aimed at making their kids feel guilty ... hardly one bit constructive !
been talking to a friend, and she says that what Chinese parents do.
sometimes I do feel like i'm getting increasingly annoyed at my heritage.

In fact that seems to be a trend recently. . .
I love Australia, but i'm getting rather annoyed at being 2nd class.
I Love Newcastle, but i am starting to see Bogan-ville for what it really is.
Bogan refer to 'r'-ow crust bludgers
(GOD! It feels so good to use that word again...row crust...ah..
row crust.. ahhhhh row crust... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..
that feels sooooo good, everyone try!).
I am very much turning into an angry personnnnnnn.. grrrrrrr.
Then again i can totally afford it coz i have
genetically very low blood pressure... muahahaha.

.......Maybe its the steroids.
which i am going to be on.... erhmmm...
erhmmmmmmmm eventually. yippeee.

the Dreaming

HAHA



LOCKED POST

love your new blogskin Cheryl : )

I mean... wat did she expect me to not do when
she puts up an animation like that.. hahaha

Ka-Chinging and random runting

Bang*# this year's newest oakley model

hmmm usually dun look at my salary slips
infact with the paper job. i found out in year 2 that
they had only been paying me half my pay for an entire year.
coz they split the pay check in half for catalogs and papers
and they only put me on one list.
. haha. got massively back paid.

anyway this time with the pub job which
seriously i would have done for free.
just coz its fun and its *glamourous* *glamourous*. bouncy bouncy: 3
(shark cant even remember where that came from . . . .
oh yar fergie)
plus the fact that people would more likely have tossed me
in the looney bin rather than given me a job without salary.
assumptions of the capitalist paradigm.. haha

infact we just had this discussion in class.
peeps going.
capitalist classmate A "they dun understand how marxism can work."
capitalist classmate B "how can marx imagine that ppl will naturally move into the different vocations in life.... blah blah blah medical shortage"
capitalist classmate C "wont people just prefer to do nothing"
gosh sometimes listening to them i just wanna pull my hair out
i mean i personnally cant tell definatively if marxism can work
but at least i can tell tell wat criticisms are stupid.

did rebuttal them when i can, but i didnt want to hog the discusstion.
but giving stupid ppl a chance to speak seriously kills my braincells
effectively a choice between my behavioral attas-ness and
suicide through stupidity poisoning.
wanted to tell classmate A, dude open your mind CANNNNNN.
that question is something you ask at the end of the sem. retard.

did rebutt classmate B, "haha, what you just pointed out kinda brings
Hostel to mind, people pretty much willing to pay to play doctors.
well its marx's argument that people are by nature different from animals
in that it is human nature to want to engage in non-necessity/survival related work.
like ants and bees engage in architecture out if instincts
to buid their nest/hive necessary and functional towards survival.
humans when we've got a roof over our heads would instinctively
wanna do something non functional like scupt a statue,
paint a painting - cave drawing.
and it is marx's arugment that we do all that so we feel good about ourselves,
and one of the most popular ways is taking care of others, doctors, nurses, teachers.

and isnt it this whole capitalist paradigm.
criterions and barriers to entry are set up
to protect the occupations their prestige and their payouts.
I mean who was the one that decided that As on paper
is more valuable towards qualifying as a doc than i dun know say
patience and empathy of a person with less good grades going into nursing?

besides maybe the attracion towards being a doctor, a lawyer, etc,
might be part of the establishment of prestige
thats already ingrained in our minds.
maybe our perspective in the natural state towards the different vocations
might be vastly diff. a person with complusive cleaniness
might totally wanna engage in cleaning occupations if
its not perceived by present society as a low levels job.

-------i degress: P-----------------------------------------

anyhoe. i happened to looked my pay slip and got a surprise
thought it was prob $16-$18 an hour.

turns out i was being paid 23/hr for normal and 26/hr for sunday
yeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaa : )

though it still doesnt beat the uni's 41/hr on sundays : )
but dun really care. both are jobs i really love.

I need a Tann

have decided its a good idea to upload all my pics and in full res,
rememebred my HD died? well realized how lucky i was
i had uploaded most my my nice nice pics : )

autonomy day pics !
Q @ the side Entrance Q @ the Front


made a new fren, corina while Q-ing


Q-ing for alcohal

Decided to get our face painted,
yesh i cant stand symmatry : P so i got a half wolf
ho ho guess i stole someone's avatar. suck my shiny knob dude


Deano my gym sensei back from South America

met him again at the library the otherday,
He was surprised to run into me.

Deano: "HEY grasshopper! havent seen you for long time!
you're the bigger man now!"
Johnny: "Dude, i just ran in to you last week at Autonomy day
you were doing the magician thingy. and we took pictures together too."
Deano: "HAHA Autonomy Day? man i cant remember
one fucking thing from that day : P could you tag me on the pics?"

so i bo liaoz bo liaoz went and brosed his pics.



looks fun 0_0


alots of fun

now its getting kinky


0_O"

and a word from the man himself

now where have i heard that o_0"

ok back to my party. signz after all that my Auto Day
seems like a run round the backyard


...... just a little further


for some reason this reminds me of neo


me and aaron



addison and holly

put your hands in the air!


Q @ the Toilet





me and skywalker

Grumpy

me at my new workplace

yeah it seems there's no more sure occasion
to see a post than when i'm grumpy. bleah.

been relatively ok, despite having burnt my fingers
on a hot metal sauce pan handle that i havent noticed
was being heated white-hot over a stove fire.
despite a portion of my finger tip being now literally crispy,
which i've been having fun poking
and making it crack up like sunbaked earth.
despite me having getting some sortta of lip rash
from being forcibly kissed by a fren. believe it or not...
i only did it coz i was trying to be polite.
woke up next morning with you know one of those
tiny bubble blister thingys at the corner of our mouth.



being my over dramatic self.
first thing i though was OMG oral herpes!
which is no big deal coz its actually pretty common.
you dun only get it from sex. you get its all the time
from suay suay contact with contaminated surfaces.
sitting on public toilet bowls, shaking someone's hand,
infact it's almost everywhere.
cept people usually have strong enough immune system
to fend against minor contacts.
then again they say

'hand foot mouth diease'

"HFMD usually affects infants and children.
It is extremely uncommon in adults.
Most adults have strong enough immune systems
to defeat the virus, but those with immune deficiencies
are very susceptible"

but guess who's got HFMD.
yes mR Jamie-san poor chap. must be getting too old.
immue system breaking down already.

oh back to herpes. in fact one of the most common group
of people to get herpes are .......... rugby players !
and they've got a kool name for it too.
'Herpes Gladiatorum' bling* bling*
the herpes of gladiators. hoooooooooooooot!
ops that's umbrella term for herpes from atheletic activities.
Rugby specific Herpes is called 'Herpes Rugbiorum'
otherwise known as 'scrumpox' hahaha..

anyway after all that talk about Herpes,
found out what i got wasnt even herpes.
yes. i'm almost disappointed. . .
its just 'Angular cheilitis' from regular ole lip chapping
which "occurs especially in colder weather".

thats not my mouth

oh oh oh. anyways yes i in bad mood.
so despite all my little discomforts.
life had been still generally pleasent.
story of my life(kidding) was i got paired up with Neelum,
some gal from i cant even remember where.
somewhere round india but not india, maybe jamica(pls note SARCASM)
(cant believe someone actually bothered pointing out how far J was from I. duh)
for some salsa performance for 'Cultural Awaking Week'.
considering its a NUSA ISD event i should be obliged.
but got a little pfffed with Edwardo for tricking me
into joining up for the performance.
signz lim peh so popular now people actually have
to bother to resort to scheming to secure my pressence.
i dun know to be happy or pfffed.
oh did i mention i was pfffted? ok pfffted it is then.

he told me that Atalie my dance instructor from pivotstudio
was coming to choreograph for the practice session
which clashes with my salsa class by her in town.
turned out to be false. bleargh.
but he had already partnered me with neelum.

told him after the rehersal that i cant make mondays
coz of the clash, he's gonna have to change a day
or make it earlier.
but he saids coz people tend to
still be at work and class earlier than 6pm.
and neelum added that i've gotta come or
she'll be without a partner and
she'll have to dance with a mop which
she'll name johnathan. kinda funny.
so i ws like ooooooooooo-k lor.

mentally planned to do alternate weeks in uni and town.
coz the uni session would prob proceed at snail pace,
not going to be hard catching up on the choreo.
so made plans with N to do salsa in town this week.
build up some comaraderie and pick-up some fancier moves.
though i realised i had a assignment due midnight.
but i called her in the afrvo to make sure she was going.
didnt really wanna miss this week with her
coz the plan's pretty tight.

the stupid woman actually thought about going to the uni one today,
and she was going to bring a fren there too.
i kinda reminded her about the intricacies of our original plan.
This is only the first week of the choreo,
they are definately not going to be doing much.
they move so slow that infact we were
supposed to have started choreo last week.
she agreed and asked her fren if she was ok to do town instead.
so end of the day basically agreed on town tonight.
waited for her 15mins outside Finnigans.
at 720pm, she called saying

N: "hey john. you know what? we(me and fren)'r kinda stuck(at uni).
thought we would go for the class at uni, leave at 6 something
and get into the town for the 7pm class.
haha.... anyway next week is better coz i have this block meeting at 830pm.
next week i dun have it. haha....".
so the usual lah. you know people call apologize
and expect everything to be alright.
once upon a time i would have cheerily played along
and not be bothered with her again.
but think i've kinda lost my ole cool.
lim peh was fuming inside,
but i wasnt about to lost my composure either
by expending myself over the phone.

waited for her one-sided humor to become
kinda awkward before coldly replying,
J: " so.... are you telling me you're not coming?"
N(surprise and lost for words on the otherside): "yes. but..."
J: "its ok, bye" *click*

firstly, we had agreed to do salsa in town and
she still headed to the class on uni.

secondly,
one week ago she didnt have the meeting
when we made plans to do salsa in town,
four hours ago when i called her to check she didnt have the meeting.
couple of minutes before she did the uni class, claiming to plan to
head to town for the 7pm class she didnt have the meeting meh?
load of bull-, thats wat i call it. pffft.
i suspect she actually has the meeting and wasnt planning to come
but tell me lah. waste my time nia. nao heia

i dun know, but i'm inclined to blame it on
on campus-ness.
kids that stay on-campus are always just sooo
immature and irresponsible.
to think she's an RE(residence rep) and a post grad too. pffft

anyhoe. my mood for the night was ruin,
didnt even feel like doing the class
i wanted to do in the first place. bloody hell.

by the way: RIP Surfboard T_T
got tombstone by some wave.

KTV night

Pheeeeeeew. Thts one down.

finally got that Asian KTV Night thingy over with.
had been stressed up about it all week.
don't get why i'm stressed either.
like wantian says. i must be crazy or something.
if people come then people come.
if they don't then they dont.
if the machines works, then it works.
if it doesnt. then it doesnt.
make lemonade out of lemons . . . thats the aussie way: )
and not like i'm a mkting or tourism student
getting graded on how successful my events are.
and not like the last karoeke Night by
the Uni's international division wasnt a flut
considering the machine didnt even appear.
but my bosses didnt give two hoots anyway: P

* University's International Division = section of the Uni,
where i part-time and get paid $46/hr on sundays, ooooooohh yeah.
* NUSA International Department = section of
the uni's student representation body.
hard to explain worrrr. wonder if spore unis have that.
erhmmmm remember the 花样少男少女 part where the dorm leaders
can form some sortta tribal council vs the college.
yeah basically we do all the student vs uni administration thingies.
Anyhoe, so me is on NUSA's ISD council getting paid $0/hr.
sounds kool right! actually make that -$/hr
coz i just topped up my hp the other day now
its out of credit again @#$%ccb

to be continued....

24 july 2008

Today i woke-up at 5am.
newspaper delivery work starts at 6am.
on the bright side, it wasnt freezing cold,
it was just raining. . .
cant complain, if mr Alex Wang did it through college,
then so can i.

had been running away all day... make that all week
from peeps trying to say happy birthday to me and asking me out.
A big thankyou to people who did that though, much appreciated.
but i'm kinda finding the "number that shall not be named scary".
reminds me of when i had snubbed someones who liked me
when i was 18-19 for being 27(and no i'm not 27 @#$%).
i mean it obviously wasnt outright and verbal.
but kinda a mental note thingy.
anyway being round 18-22 year old college students frens
definately doesnt help...kwah kwah kwah kwawaaaaaah.
thought i was the shallowest, and i probably am...haha
but had a nice chat with wanz who surprisingly felt the same
guess that's why we're bestest frens: )

anyway despite much protest, annoyance, and threats to cruxify me
had my schedule lined-up for the day.
5.30 am crunches,
6.00 am work
12 noon finish work, head to Uni, hang at NUSA and quarrel
with everyone who comes in ... i mean debate.. haha.
3.00 pm gym
5.15 pm crunch class
5.30 pm finish crunch class, go to changing room,
take off white globe skate shoes,
take off black bonds v-neck tee,
take off black OP board shorts.
check myself out in the full lenght mirror
5.45 pm chnage a pose and continues
to check myself out in the full lenght mirror.
6.00 pm take off black renoma briefs,
check out Jamie's grey orange stripped trunk briefs
which he will tell me marlene picked for him,
makes mental-note to buy some funky trunk briefs.
shower.
6.30 pm finish showering.
7.00 pm meet the politics club people(the NUS equavalent)
for $5 meals at the Gateway.

yap that was my schedule for the day, regular, nice quiet peaceful
with no reminder of encrouching rigor mortis and no numbers.
maybe except for the $5 buck meals,
in which case i dun think i mind being 5.
and yes i can predict what underwear jamie is going to be wearing.
do not question my psyhic abilities.

sianz

hmmmm been just feeling sianz lately.
not like nothing has been happening.
had sam, jaime, mark, erin and her galfren over
for steamboat dinner on sunday.
miso soup based for vegetarian,
and herbal chix for normal steamboat.

started my job at the uni on monday,
finally impressed that grumpy ole butch lesbian owner
enough to let me start my trial at the local gay pub,
but found out on monday that i also needed a
'cert for the corse on responsible gambling' above
the 'cert for the course on responsible drinking' i already got.
TROUBLESOMEEE.

If you've missed the Train i'm on, you will know that i have gone.....

Had finally finished my stuff for the sem.
Had been looking forward to going to hang
with Sam luke, linda and Dev at the beach house.
Had so many exciting dinner-plans.
would just tag along with what they did in the day,
probably stockton beach for the wreck? maybe further,
and return home to do ginseng chix, shabu-shabu,
etc for dinner..

I had made my way down on Sat, knocked on the door
but no one was round.
i peeked through the clear-band between the frosted glass
to catch a multi-colored towel haging on the shower rails.
"Musta gone out".

------------------------------------
I came round again on sunday, this time
i brought the ginseng chix stock, and egg noodles.
no one was round again, but they had a tendency
to sleep-over at the Iowans or Erin's anyway,
so i left the food at the door and attached a note.

"Might come back again tonight after gym,
but definately tomorrow

cheerz
johnny"
-----------------------------------

So i came back again this morning(Monday),
the food was still there.
"they might have gone on a trip, i suppose
pple do do that on their last few days abroad.
but i was pretty sure i remembered
they were returning on 3rd July.
so they'll have to be back right?
i mean cant possibly be dragging
their luggage all over the place right?"

i went round to the backgate, and noticed
their downstairs housemates were around,
one of them let me in, and told me
he thinks the guys upstairs have already left.
my heart fell a million miles and splattered across
the ground in the darkness somewhere bleeding itself to death.
lucky my botox held my smile,
twiged to now reflect one of composed disbelief.
i asked if it was alright to go upstairs
to grab some stuff i left behind.

Upstairs, all that was left were rubbish,
the rubble of my collapsed world.
But it was like i could still see their presence,
the dirty grill-tray which we prepared chicken drumsticks
was still sitting on the sink soaking,
the water inside a dirty brown,
like someone had just used it for a meal not so long ago.
half-eaten boxes of fruit-loops and corn-flakes
still stood atop the fridge. lazy breakfast to
soak in milk and drizzle with white sugar.

i could still smell them, the scent of the sand and salty sea
still lingering in the air. It smelt fresh, not stale.
like invisible sam, luke dev, step, linda phantoms
were still there with me in the dinning room.
Sam strumming his guitar, Dev typing away on her laptop.
step baking her cookies, linda coming round to grab some
random stuff off the fridge, luke doing something goofy.
Rachael in her owversized pjs colouring away.
I could feel them, but i couldnt see them.
i open my arms and try to catch, to hug someone,
but i caught nothing.

just me and a stack of my stuff on the table.
with a note:

"hey robert,

these belong to our dear friends johnathan and Jenna,
could you make sure linda gets them so she could return them.

Sam and Dev."

for while i sat in a corner buried
my head in my knees and sobbed.
a short half year together,
yet so many scenes running through my head:

Meeting them while they were house hunting,
almost offering luke and Brit my place to bunk,
but didnt coz i thought they might be
planning to have sex or something.
taking surfing classes, crazy waves for our first lessons,
becoming newbie amature surfers,
parking and waiting for waves.
dinners, Jed coming in with his porto burger
and food-stained jeans. salsa with Britney.
salsa on the narrow kitchen corridor with Step.
Trying to hunt down Sam, Dev, Luke and Brit in Sydney.
meeting Ben and Shugam. being locked out of the house,
trying to break into the house, finally giving-up and having
Henny Penny in the back-porch with Luke.
Crazy ole erin, the californian dudes Matt and kevin,
Lance. and many others whose names i've forgotten....

...the beach, tanned skins, the summer sun warm on our faces.
now everywhere i go is just emptiness and a bitter cold.
summer was gone and so were my friends
maybe thats why everyone had a love for summer
that i couldnt understand over the freshness of
winter for a singaporean.
summer was a time of beaches, surfing, adventure
fun, frenship and comaraderie.
i will never forget the summer of 2008.

finally, i wiped my face dry.
mustered-up enough dignity and composure to pack my stuff
and joined the guys downstairs for a short-chat,
dividing the 6 Darby pies i had bough to share.
they turned out alot friendlier than i thought.

is it him?? its not.. but sure looks like it

was playing second lufe when i thought i saw someone i recongized....

Johnny Unplugged

Johnny Unplugged is unplugged until i can
get the mather-fucking html to work right

random thought

i really needed some. so i was hooking up on-line again.
AGAIN? WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN? . . . nevermind .. haha


some random pic i pulled out of my mobile


anyway. mannnnnn half the population's ugly ass.
i think because i spend so much time in the gym
like they always say. i have a twiged perspective
of how the world should look. yesh traves, i know
the world isnt actually like 'Devil wears Prada'.

looked in the mirror today and thought. phew.
at least lim peh's decent looking even for my standards.
though i've always fantasized about being mixed,
i would be such a good looking whitie.
(reiterate. i like being chinese as much as being white,
its exotic, and HEY no chest hair. . . muahaha)

But i wun have the good looks of my momz,
on the other hand, wun have the ugliness of my dad,
guess the world always comes round to bite us on the ass.

Friday part 2

speaking of frens: popped into sam's today,
linda was on the kitchen ledge, leaned up against the window,
outside is still the same grey sombre of late autume,
the last of the brillient red orange and yellow now
brown, dried, brittle and lifeless, laying on the sidewalks.
she really does cut a lonely figure.
she says she's studying. wonder what she was really thinking.
maybe the same as me.
sam scampers down the stairs
"its johnny! come-on up!"
i imagine the day when i will no longer hear
the familiar thumps and the familar figure
will no longer appear on the stairs... ever.
we chatted over Darby pies; curry beef and mushroom & beef.
he wasnt particularly looking forward to going home either.
outside is still the same grey sombre of late autume,
the last of the brillient red orange and yellow now
brown, dried, brittle and lifeless laying on the sidewalks.


haha. obviously didnt bring my cam.
but kidnapping ppl via photoshop's fun : P
hmmm my head looks alien shape

we rushed to catch the 245 train.
he's got an assignment to hand up.
i'm going to the gym. fridays when everyone's there
the train took us two stops before terminating at hamilton.
some accident up front. lucky we both have our bikes
and i took him on his first ride to uni.
through hamilton, the stadium, the high school,
the swimming pool and finally mt acacia.
we parted behind student services.
he suggested snokling at stockton
aka shark beach tomorrow, where the shipwreak was.
am really tempted to go. but have got an essay to finish.
but we really dun have much time left.
i think i'll end up going.

right now, am just taking solace in
sun yanzi's The Moment.

hmm wonder if the guys ins Spore
went through the same emotional roller coaster ride

Friday

had finish most of my assignemnts and only one left!
and one easy exam at the end of the month.



but my mind's in a mess at 'the moment'.
i'm holding a KTV party on the third week of sem 2.
its gonna be a mega big event.
coz its the first of its kind in
a primarily australian-centric place.
imagine holding a (chinese) KTV party in Kabul.
you get the idea.
the GT bar's gonna be the KTV lounge,
and i'm inviting chinese-ish clubs:
Singaporean, Taiwanese, Malaysian, China Clubs
to hold their BBQ in the courtyard just outside the bar.
gonna give(as part of the 'international student board')
each club probably a 100 bucks to work with.

been sourcing for mvs, probably go pick up some dvds from sdyney
anyway came across shin's 'one night in beijing'.
i mean the whole idea seemed almost based on my vague past life,
but watching the mv really seemed to corporeal-lized those phantoms.
who could forget the way the two verses are sang

“我以等待了千年， 为何城门还不开。”
“我以等待了千年， 为何良人不回来。”

how great it would be if my frens would 'perform' that night,
yeah. these frens of a particular distant past point in time.
distant memory.

how does one feel so popular and lonely at the same time?
why does this remind me of tv dramas : (

为完成 . . . to be continued.

Updates

yeah beeen busy. not not like its been unhappening.

love the weather. all grey dark and sombre again.
nothing worst than a bright sunny morning to spoile the day.
had a jap hist exam yesterday.
had been raining all night, the exact way it
was doing last year when we had the
nenwcastle floods and school was closed for a week.
how i knew? coz i slept between 2-3am and 5-6am.
anyways it just kept raining like crazy, didnt flood. sianz

oh and seems like my dad got into a bad traffic accident
in Malaysia. appearently, he was driving, this guy
was driving on the wrong lane aka in the wrong direction.
so my dad slowed down and blared his highlamps.
but the guy kept on driving and they crashed.
the funnier part was a motorcyclist was behind my dad.
seeing my dad slow down,
he tried to overtake my dad and got the full impact.

though there are some things i dun understand.
if one sensed it early enough to slow down,
and think to hint the other with the highlamps,
why didnt one just surve, stop,
or horn(whch i imagine he did).
my bet is its the whole right of way mentality.
refusing to budge.

.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
. . . . Crichton just blacked out!

was finishing my essay when the monitor ak-putted.
thought was powersurge from lighting.
tried plugging it to my external LCD.
and it work . . . .phew.

but still my labbie no more screeen. sad sad.

Nailed

ouch! @#$%^ had just got crucified. yeah its not just pricked, its forlorne
stepped on the nail. base of my slipper firmly on the board.
was pretty surprise it didnt come out the otherside of my foot.
clinic on Uni not open today,
prob wait til monday to get the tetanus-shot
(are we given it when we were kids?)
. . . interesting. new way to die.

anyway its not really that painful.
just this really annoying feeling,
bugs me to think there's a hole going through my foot.
its giving me a headache

anyway there's was this perfect pool of blood on my slipper,
all shimmery and crimson. and thought i wanted to take a pic,
but forgot and slipped into the slipper
as i hobbled about hunting for disinfectant.