jeh

Saturday, September 30 9:02 PM

you're wearing it upside-down, rennis. hahahahaha.

please do not ask me why, there's something i find very intriguing abt this photo.

jeh

Sunday, September 24 5:23 PM

I feel like sucha dumb stump. promising to close down my blog and here I am updating it again. Anyway here's a ficticious letter addressed to a blank persona named Donyl. It was uncovered in an old man's shoe box on 7th June 1973.

Dear Donyl,

It's been a while since I last spoke to you. How have you been? I missed talking to you ever since you died. I missd calling you stupid names. I miss telling you that I'm think I'm becoming a gay paedophilic homo because you sound so much like a little boy on the phone. I think I'm becoming severely ill from constantly thinking about you all the time. Where did you go? I never found out. Do you still remember our school trip to the battlebox? It was an enchanting and magical experience. The rain was pouring down and we were trudging down the hill. In the far distance, a blurry image of the convent gave way to a beeline walking towards us. I was so happy to see you that I didnt even realize my umbrella dropped and my class had already gone down the hill. It was a moment of enthralment. Your face was like a divinal image set against the piltering backdrop of raindrops splashing on the ground. Excitement soon gave way to clumsiness as i slid and rolled down the hilly slopes to catch up with them. I told myself that I would never fall for anyone ever again but when I met you my knees felt weak and my head felt dizzy. I realized I starting to have feelings for you.

Willy
dated: January 22th 1957

jeh

Thursday, September 7 11:48 PM

I hate politics. bitching and squabbling.
It makes me

its ok if life's like crap in school
its ok if i don't get invited to birthday parties (ahem. hahahaha.)
its ok if i don't get a big fat allowance
its ok if i always get cheated (in more ways than one)
its ok if people think what they think i am
its ok if i never meet the person i've wanted to meet
it's alright.

we all chase after different ideals
but how do you know which is truly the one for you.

jeh

Tuesday, September 5 4:48 PM

One day, an group of indian, malay and chinese colleagues, Beng, Singh and Mat were driving home in their individual cars. At the Keppel Rd exit, Beng challenged his friends to a race to see who could reach the ECP faster. They revved up their engines as they waited for the light to turn green. The lights changed and they zoomed off, however during the race all 3 of them were caught for speeding.

"wah biang eh knnccb!" said beng as he was stopped by the officer. Likewise all 3 of them got the same speeding ticket. Singh, the indian colleauge then suggested, 'dey, why not we go to the temple and bless our cars?' All 3 men agreed and the following day at work they shared their respective experiences.

First, Beng said: 'I brought my car to the church and we prayed together with the priest before showering it with holy water'. "Wah", exclaimed his two co-workers.

Singh then said: "Iesterday, i took my car to the temple and the priest wrote an inscription and i pasted it on my windshield. Damn shiok, today i drove to work at 160km/h also no police catch."

"CHEH!" said Mat. Yesterday i took my car to the mosque and the mosque leaders took a prayer with us. He lagi best, even offer free vehicle mod for me."
The mosque leader then proceeded to take a hacksaw and saw off Mat's exhaust pipe on his car.

jeh

Saturday, September 2 3:08 PM

=)

much love, tammy

I despise people who harbour ambitions of.. i want to be a model/stewardess/(insert simplistic, goaless job here). They are worthy and honest jobs but the ideal of a model/stewardess job ambition is the pinnacle of an aimless wanderer/anyhow-whacker. oh come on. it is such a stupid, bimbotic cliched statement to say: i hope to be a model slash stewardess slash actress. please have greater goals in life can. I'm not trying to be sexist here but even if you don't know what the hell to do with your life, you failed in every aspect of it and can't even recite the alphabet, then i think you may as well enlist in the army lah. at least a soldier does the honourable profession of defending his country and people. its for this reason thats why i look up to Bernard Tan. I remember during one of my year 1 pe lessons he realized; eh. Indian is not a language ah. it's a race? He's no genius but he's one humble and modest man. and he may not have went to thru the traditional path but hey. he's now like the 2nd man in charge in his department. I'm not saying that those people who work in modelling lines are mediocre stupid people but i hope no one lives his or her life just with the aim of becoming a model. Besides, the proliferation of those rack-shack establishments of "modelling agencies" today are seriously VERY QUESTIONABLE. it is very worrying to notice that a certain "agency" doesnt even have a name. i remember picking a call and on the other line was this fast talking female voice (in a very noisy and busy background, prob an mrt station)"Hi, it's modelling angency here. We would like you to come for an interview at blah blah blah...."
What the hell! I have a name can. and how the heck can you just call my number without even saying anything. I dun even know how you got my no. in the 1st place.
it's fun to see horse heads and (: faces claim to be models. next time you come across one, try asking for their employer. they may well come from modelling agency co. HAHAHA.

i've posted this before but then again no harm slapping yrself in panic again right.
it is very worrying that i am up against people who can describe a tree to this extent in the A Level exam:

A tree stands in my neighbour's garden that faces my house and whenever I use the com, I can see it from the window. Tall and skinny, it's more than 2 stories tall and the trunk is only as thick as my arm, and it might be a bamboo but that's just a guess because I'm hopeless plants. Because it's so frail, whenever the wind blows it sways, like a ponderously slow windwiper sliding across my window, oscillating from side to side. I suppose the wind blows more from the back than the front, because when there's no wind, it always leans forward and it looks like one day it'll just keel over. I look at the tree and it's... stem, it's too thin for it to really be a trunk, and I'm always expecting a CRACK! sound, and see the tree tumbling forward. One day.

sourced from kassanda. but i think i've lost her address.

so it makes my initially (self)impressive marks for paper 8 look like crap now. like. oh no. this cannot be happening. i shall bury my head underground and pretend i'm not seeing anything like that.

anyway it also makes a joke of what and.rew neo wrote in one of my reports: "Jonathan has a high command and mastery of the english language....he should leverage on this ability and use it to push himself further in economics..." I think he meant that i can write much better essays lah. its true actually. i calculated that if i can get at least 15 for each essay i'll be getting a B for econs. sounds damn easy right. the bloody prob is i have essays that span from one continent to the other in terms of poitns earned. like i got a 5 mark essay and a 12 mark essay during MYE.

Besides i'm only good at writing junk. period. hahahaha. i totally cannot write sci-fi GP blockbusters like GM food or mass-media type of qns.

jeh