Friday, June 06, 2008

Hey you

Yes, I'm talking to you.

Its apparent what the stress of studies and exams can do to you. The large amount of facts you have to memorize and understand is overwhelming. You try to piece the many fragments of facts together, to make sense of it. You do not comprehend half of what you have been taught. You ask your seniors for help. They chuckle and sigh. They say they've forgot it all. They claim they still shudder at the thought of what they studied and they've put it behind them. Your friends, they're struggling too. You struggle together, getting nothing out of it but extra burden from them. You turn to the harder working "smarter" ones in your course. Nerds, you may know them as. You humbly ask for some guidance. Some tips, at least. They try to explain what you don't know, but with an air of pride. They make you feel like you're wasting their time. They sigh and frown a lot. After all, for the whole year, they've seen you surrounded by your friends, smiling and laughing while they were the ones left behind their books. Now, they're smirking inside. They leave you feeling stupid. Maybe they forgot the time you smiled and tried to speak to them and be their friend. Then, you feel angry. They're the nerds who only study and study and study! Their thick spectacles, patches of white hair, and odd sense of dressing only makes you resent them now.

You decide you might as well struggle alone. After all, you're strong and independent, aren't you? You get home and see the dishes, bills to pay, the pile of laundry, dinner to prepare, grocery and more planning to do but you have so much to study! Again, you're overwhelmed. Then you get frustrated at yourself. Aren't you supposed to be all grown up and matured and able to handle all this? Be a man! Toughen up! Be brave! Then you see your house mates. They're studying business, commerce, mass communication or accounting. They go out every night, parting, clubbing and hanging out. They never seem to study and yet they always pass. You're that "good boy" who stays at home, studying your ass off, memorizing physiological and biological processes and reactions. You turned down that birthday party, that food festival, that youth gathering, that beach party, that afternoon with friends. You didn't go because you wanted to make sure you caught up with what was taught in class, to stay on-top of things. You still fell behind, damn it! You fool, why didn't you just go and live life?

Then you get angry. Why did you have to be such a stuck up, self assured moron and studied such a tough course? Why, look back at your teenage life. You spent most of your time studying! For what?! To get stuck in an office with a white collar, a tie and a coat? Just to earn that meaningless status and respect in the society? For a more comfortable home? To earn big money so you can have a better sofa and dinning set than your neighbor? Surely it can't be because you have a heart for people ? Not enough to sacrifice your teenage life for, anyway, right? You get angrier and angrier till there's nothing and no one to be angry at anymore but yourself - Your hopeless, pathetic self who now seem to totally suck at studying. Then the anger turns to fear. What if you let your parents down? Their disappointment will be yours as well. And all the money spent in paying for you to live and study, down the drain . Ah, your friends. They have expectations of you too. No no no! You can't let that happen! You'll study harder! You'll push myself! you'll become a nerd too! Then you study for hours and hours and but nothing stays in your head. You even seem to forget the previous things you've learn't. You panic again. It starts again. Stress, panic, anger, fear. Then you think too much. Oil and Land prices. Corruption. Urbanization. Deteriorating lifestyles. The future seems sinister and dark. Why can't you just give up now ? When does it end? Why work for such a future?

Then you break down.

Take a look at yourself. The lump of hopelessness on the chair, sitting in front of your textbooks and notes.

I guess you're not so tough after all.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Too late....

My brothers second love video. Time has passed and they have both grown up. Fictional storyline this time. Oh and do watch the FIRST one for the real story first!

The story this time is after his korean love, Hyun Ji, left him, he moved on and became a play boy! Enjoy!

Monday, April 21, 2008


We are oh-so-familiar with gay people. No, not the happy-and-enthusiastic type of gay. I'm talking about the homosexuals-who-want-to-stick-their-penis-in-forbidden-places type of gay that have attempted to do as such to yours truly.

Give me awhile to shudder at the thought...

We are also oh-so-familiar with the cheena people. They overdress in Japanese and/or korean styles, hip-hop and is usually heavily clad in bling-blings have their hair dyed blond. They can be spotted in malls and popular youth hang out spots. They travel in packs, speaking in tongues or what one might call, really badly broken English.

Give me awhile to shudder at the thought...


Now hold your breath.

It will only last as long as you can hold your breath.

This cheena friend of mine, he introduced me to cheena friend of his.

This cheena friend of his, I call him Gayna.

Gayna - A gay-cheena. A hybrid of the two breed of homosapiens I dread the most. The two breed of people whom I evade, run, and hide from, cowering in fear. One sucks you dry of your social life and another wants to stick scary body parts into your dorsal orifice. Here's one individual who wants to inflict both the said atrocious acts onto me !

"Jono, come come, I intro you to my flen. His name is 'Gayna.' Gayna, this is my good flen, Jono." Cheena friend says.
"Halo, nice to meet you," Gayna says, and offers a handshake
*Me thinks basic-*!%)@!$!-courtesy* "Um, hi..." and I shake his hand.

He was wearing black jeans and boots. He had on a pink singlet with big prints saying "Aqua sloshing," whatever that means, and a black coat with lots of silver buttons and rings all over it. His hair was black with white and golden highlights. Never for one second did he stop smiling and looking at me in the eye.

Everytime he sees me, he will run up to me and grab my hand and waist and moan. MOAN.
He would say "Jonathan! OOOHHHH JONATHAN... You are so handsomeeee! OOOOOOHHHH!!!!!!"


I shit you not.

You cannot make these things up.

He embraces me and moans sexual innuendos loudly!

We could be in the lab.

In a lecture hall.

In the canteen.

The library.

The cafe.

The hallway.

By the lockers.

In crowded areas.

I could be surrounded by my friends and he would still jump out and tightly grab me in whatever way he can then proceed to shamelessly moan. He will make any mother in labor sound like shes purring.


Golden-haired-gay-cheena flinging himself at you and moaning sexual things in public ? Scarier than flesh-eating-zombies or Samara herself.

You. Now you can breath.

I know I haven't.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

"Silly ol' Pooh Bear"

Everything was rather quiet in the hundred acre wood. The trees whispered to each other as the wind rustled their leaves. Under a large oak tree, there lived Pooh bear. From inside Pooh's house, there came a steady bang...bang... bang!, that was making his honey jars rattle on the sideboard. The light came through the window, and in the evening sun Pooh raised the axe once more and brought it down on the tattered remains of Christopher Robin. "Why...won't..." puffed Pooh to himself as the axe came down once more. There was a small pile of earth, and a hole next to it, which Pooh had hidden with his favorite rug. Christopher Robin, selfish brat that he was, didn't quite fit in the hole Pooh had dug, so instead of making it wider he had decided to hack Christopher Robin's legs off. "A far more sensible idea", thought Pooh, and hummed a little song to himself as he cut the last tendon and rammed the rest of the body in the hole, finally covering it up with the rug. "Always too bossy", thought Pooh, "Always too bossy, always grabbing me by the paw and saying 'Come on Pooh lets have an adventure' or 'Pooh you are silly!' in that affected cutesy spoilt brat voice, and his stupid little shorts..."

Pooh had waited all afternoon for Christopher Robin to come round, humming a little tuneless song to himself whilst gazing blankly into the fire and fondling the oaken handle of the axe. When Christopher Robin had finally turned up, squeaking in his child-actor voice "Come on Pooh! Open Up!", Pooh had answered the door normal as anything, talked about the weather, and then went to the cupboard and fetched the axe. While Christopher Robin had sat there, prattling on about what a silly bear Pooh was and how he had very little brain (which wound Pooh up no end) Pooh had raised the axe high and brought it down with a satisfying thud on Christopher Robin's skull, cleaving it virtually in two, with just some muscle fibre in place to keep the pieces upright, and freezing Christopher Robin's eyes wide in horror that Pooh, lovable Pooh, could do such a thing! Pooh giggled a little and wiped some saliva from his mouth with a shaky paw. Then Pooh, calm as anything, had mopped up the blood, washed the axe and begun to dig the hole.

Piglet had wondered why Pooh had not called for him that morning, to have his tea and biscuits, and so he decided to visit Pooh instead. He admired the evening sun, blood red, and listened to the birds singing. Pooh watched him get nearer and nearer, and plugged in the drill.

Piglet had no time to realise what had happened - the drill pierced his skull, sending a beautiful fountain of blood all over Pooh's orange hide. He rubbed the blood in and all over himself, licking, licking, always licking. Then he pulled Piglet inside and put him in the cupboard. The syringe lay on the sideboard, and Pooh picked it up, paws shaking and sweating, and filled it full of solution of the funny white powder that had been given to him by a strangely spaced-out Rabbit. It was a strange effect at first, and Pooh thought he had seen many strange things, but then experienced a euphoric feeling of power. It made him irritable, and C.R. and Piglet had everything that was coming to them, no doubt at all. When night had fully fallen, Pooh dragged the bodies out and buried them in a makeshift grave.

"Adios, dear 'friends'", Pooh giggled, "Things are going to change around the 100-acre wood now I'm in charge" he laughed hysterically and went indoors.

The next day Tigger and Roo made their way happily to Pooh's house, to see if he knew where Christopher Robin and Piglet were, as no-one had seen them since yesterday. They were sure Pooh would know, as he had had tea with Piglet yesterday and was meant to be playing Pooh-sticks with Christopher Robin in the morning.

When they reached Pooh's house the door was wide open and Pooh was nowhere to be seen. Tigger and Roo looked inside Pooh's house and noticed a large hole in Pooh's floor and a notice was stuck on the wall with a large blob of congealing honey OWT CHAGIG THE DRAGGN (spelling had never been one of Pooh's strong points). "That's odd", though Tigger, "there are no dragons in the 100-acre wood only heffalumps. What is that silly bear up to now?"

Not even Tigger would have imagined what Pooh was up to at that moment. That morning Pooh had woken with a splitting headache and a rather snotty nose. So he had taken a large dose of the white powder and a little while later had a brilliant idea! He left the house with a container marked INSECTICIDE in big red letters. He took the container and went to Eeyor's favourite patch of thistles. "This will serve that manic depressive donkey right" laughed Pooh aloud, "Always cheating at Pooh-sticks, cheats never prosper", Pooh said to himself. Then he hid behind a tree to watch the unsuspecting Eeyor eat himself to death - sheer poetic justice thought Pooh as he dumped the nearly dead body of Eeyor in the same grave as Christopher Robin and Piglet - "Shouldn't cheat should you?", shouted Pooh as Eeyor's eyes stared with disbelief - "You're lucky I didn't chop you up into little bits and feed you to Tigger!", laughed Pooh manically, before he covered the makeshift grave over.

Pooh didn't return to the house until dinner time as he was totally spaced out ll morning. So when he returned to his house he was in an awful mood and all he needed to make him absolutely mad was the sight of Tigger and Roo bouncing up and down outside his house singing "bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, the wonderful....". "'Wonderful'?", thought Pooh aloud, "My foot, you'd think the writer of this shitty story could think up better lyrics for a song than that, and to think, they released the soundtrack album on cassette and CD; a lot of people are going to get ripped off." This lightened Pooh's mood somewhat, but the respite was brief.

"What was that you said?", asked Roo. "God does he never stop asking pathetic questions?", Pooh thought furiously, "I'm going to have to deal with these prats as well. Is there no-one in this place with intelligence apart from me?" Pooh asked despairingly."

Pooh felt himself extremely lucky as Roo had to go home for his afternoon sleep and that left Tigger at his mercy. Even better, Tigger suggested that himself and Pooh go and play Pooh-sticks; Pooh had smiled slyly as an idea formed in his overactive brain, and agreed - "What an opportunity", Pooh whispered to himself as he followed the innocent Tigger to the bridge.

Once on the bridge, and the rather pointless game of Pooh-sticks was under way, Pooh thought he'd much rather push his stick up Tigger's arse, rather than throwing it into the stream. Tigger was leaning over the side of the bridge looking for his stick. So he did not see Pooh's wide horrific grin as he outstretched his arms and moved toward Tigger with the intent of pushing the stupid cat into the stream - "Cats hate water, tee hee, he'll drown."

There was a loud splash as Tigger hit the water and started to struggle as his head was covered by water, he gulped and choked. Pooh was holding on to the rail of the bridge and jumping up and down with excitement and was joyously shouting at the drowning Tigger.

"Why?", spluttered Tigger as he slowly started to turn blue with the cold, which Pooh found hysterical, after all a blue Tigger?? How absolutely silly. "I'll tell you why you bastard", screamed Pooh, "It serves you right, hiding behind doors and jumping out, and scaring the shit out of people." But Tigger did not hear Pooh's answer as he was already floating downstream face down in the water, dead - "Good riddance", laughed Pooh, and looked at his watch, "Still time to get that little foolish Roo before he wakes up."

Pooh sneaked to the sleeping form of Roo's mum and saw Roo's ear poking out of her pouch - "Now I've got you, you little git", Pooh thought, smiling, as he threaded a needle with extra strong cotton. He was jolly grateful for Piglet's sewing lessons now, because he would be able to sew up Roo nice and tightly, so he would not be able to get out and his mum would not be able to rescue him. So very slowly and carefully Pooh began to sew Roo into his pouch and thereby suffocating the annoying idiotic twit. After the deed was done Pooh made his way back to his house wondering how Roo's mum would take the death of Roo. Badly, hoped Pooh, as he began to cough uncontrollably and felt general nausea overcome him.

By the time Pooh got home he had puked up several times and was very desperate for some more of the white solution. He trembled as he picked up the syringe and gave himself the remaining amount. An awfully large amount, one might say, for a small little bear like Pooh. In fact too much, Pooh died of an overdose, but he died with a smile on his face: he was dreaming that he was the only teddy bear made with a willy and dreamed how he surprised Eeyor one day - but that's a story for another day.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Bloodbath in The Laboratory

There was blood all over the table. A girl was pointing and shrilling at the sight which sent half the people in the lab looking over at my direction and my partner looks at me and goes "Shit, Jono, dude! You're bleeding!"

Let me tell you a little bit about cutting stuff in a lab. There are different sizes and shapes of scalpels for different types and areas of cutting.

When you do not have the proper blade, you are to ask the lab assistant for one, snap it onto the handle and get back to work. We were in the lab and assigned to cut into a heart and a liver. I didn't have the right blade. The thought of getting up from my chair and walking across the lab and going "Excuse me, could I have blade number four please?" was too much of a hassle. I looked around the shelves & spotted a container. Aha! Microtome blades! That ought to do the job!

Microtome blades 101.
These blades do not have handles like scalpels do. They are to be loaded into machines called Microtomes and are able to cut cells accurately up to 1 micron thick. Thats one millionth of a meter. A micrometer. They are sharper than scalpels. They used to be manufactured as huge blades and people have lost limbs and whole chunks of flesh and muscles from dropping them on themselves. Now they're made disposable after 20 uses, small and compact. Microtome blades are kept in these cool containers where you press a release button and a brand new sharp blade slides out. Its heaps of fun just taking new blades out of them.

I drew one out and tried to cut with it. I didn't realize I held it upside down, blade facing into my palm and cut myself about twice in the palm. That simple. Thing is, I didn't realize I had cut myself. These blades are super sharp and you don't feel a thing! Being super sharp also means the bleeding is going to be hard to stop, like getting a razor cut while shaving. Just a small cut and you bleed more than your menstruating girlfriend.

I was busy with the heart and the pool of blood on the table was growing bigger.
"Woo, this heart's a juicy one, Steve" I said to my partner. A girl shrieked in the background.
"Shit, Jono, dude! You're bleeding!"
"What ? The heart is... look! I made an incisi - OH CRAP,YES! IM FWEAKING BLEEDING!!!"

People were laughing. "Oi, you slit your wrist eh ?!" a guy joked.
That load of blood was my blood. I had cut through my gloves. No good. You know those times where you just do something without thinking and realize it the next second ? I tried wiping the blood off the table with the tail-end of my lab coat. Nu-uh bad move. Oh! Put preassure on it! Squeezed palm. Blood spruted out. Oh Eddie Murphy! Uh...uh...uh...panic...omgomgmyhandisfreakingbleeding! MISS SUPERVISOR!!! (Lecturers, professors, lab assistants, supervisors are all different personnel. Our supervisors are usually honor students who want to earn some pocket money and experience teaching).

Blood was still, literally, spilling out of my palm. I wrapped me poor bleeding hand with the other end of my coat, got up from my seat and walked down the long lab towards the supervisor.

Take a moment now and picture me in a white coat with a blood soaked coat and another bloody hand wrapped the other end,with a few smudges and hand prints of blood here and there on the coat, walking down the long lab, towards the supervisor. Pretty much like one of those Rambo-survived-big-fight scenes or Jet Li-killed-50-samurais-and-lived scenes.Sweet.

Guys were chuckling. The supervisor looked up from her book as I approached.


She laughed.

Not funny. I'm covered in blood asking her to save my life, and she laughed.

"Don't panic, you wuss!" she said between giggles.

I stared at her in disbelief. Aren't girls supposed to freak at the sight of blood ? Wait, that was what I was doing. Well, it was my hand that was bleeding. Its excusable.

She grabbed the first aid box and tried to patch me up. Took her around 10 minutes to stop the bleeding.

Scary stuff.

Friday, January 25, 2008


Re: A good friend of mine...
Some friends just never change through the years...

Friendship forever Ron buddy! You da best!



Tuesday, December 11, 2007

My Problem With Facebook.

Re: I Hate Friendster

Pudding-head users and stupid meaningless applications.

When I signed up for facebook, it was to "Keep in touch" and for a lil' harmless fun. Also, I thought I could get away from the posers in Friendster, cluttered profile pages and cut-and-pasted "testimonials".

Please,I am only interested in seeing your pictures, wall, contact information, etc etc . The essentials.

Do you actually think I care at all if you're bitten by a bloody zombie or vampire, got a new idiotic looking fish in your e-aquarium or got some poop e-plant growing, or sent me an e-present ?!? Those things mean nothing at all and simply clutter your page, making it look worse than your friendster profile. It shows you're very naive or an illiterate who thinks more is better. Either that or you're just an ignorant fool who just approves and accept any application invitation sent to you. You think it gives you social proof? You think its cute? You think its fun ? I think you're seriously intellectually challenged. Bodoh.

To all my friends out there...
I love you guys. But if you keep this up, I just might kill you...what the heck do you expect me to do with this !?

A friend would'nt do this to a friend !

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Kelly - I'm Fine... [Finale]

Continued from:

1. Kelly Trilogy
Kelly Part 1 - At the Lockers
Kelly Part 2 - Attack of the Cheena's
Kelly Part 3 - Left Hanging

2. Kelly Epilogue
Kelly - A Second Chance
Kelly - Battle of The Egos
Kelly- I'm Fine...[Finale]

Kelly kept giving me that gentle, warm smile of hers. Her smile was so filled with warmth, it made the popular Mona Lisa's smile look like a geek-ish grin. I didn't want to break eye contact with her. It was almost as if she had a grip on Mr. Heart and was softly stroking him to fluffiness. Her smile was so sweet that I could have died 10 times from high blood sugar and 10 simultaneous heart attacks.

GOP, not happy.

Jono, simply didn't have anything left to live for.

GOP kept talking anyway. He tried to sound more interesting, more appealing, more animated, but to no avail. Kelly's attention was mine. All mine.

GOP went for a direct attack. He riveted towards me.

"So, where are you from Jono?" He asked. I sensed some irritation.
"Korea," I said with my now, trademarked, straight face. Kelly laughed. Thats right, I do it all for you, Kelly.
"What?!" GOP asked Kelly.

Before Kelly could reply, the printer room door swung open. All heads turned towards the door. There stood a tall, staggering black figure, taller than all the other Aussie blokes around me. Behold, ma man, Peter.

"Oh, you printing your report already?" I asked
"Yea, done. So you're here, Jono," He said. His assent is the funniest thing, I tell you.
"You done yours yet? We were wondering where you were."
"Not completely. Ill probably need you to run through it with me later," I said
"Cool, I'll catch you later. The girls want to go eat, so we'll make a move first,"
he added before printing his report. We knuckle-punched each other before he left.

Social proof. Nice going, Peter.

"Bloody hell, that guy is tall!" GOP had to talk first.
"Don't mess with him man, he gets laid like a rock star," I said slyly.

GOP had no witty reply for that one. Mr Wits, you da man.

"Talk bout snacks!" Kelly hastily spoke out, "I'm starving! Jono lets go grab a munch! I'll catch you at the next class guys!"

She grabbed me by the arms and half-dragged me out of the printer room, while I half-waved goodbye to the crowd. With Mr. Heart stoned, Mr. Legs went anywhere Kelly wanted like a love sick puppy.

That was the end of GOP VS Jono. Mr. Wit's didn't let me down.

"Where are we going ?" I asked.
"The Underground Cafe!" She exclaimed.

The Underground Cafe was really a cafe underground, under the Engineering building. It was a nice and cozy cafe popular for their coffee and pastries, especially their pies. It was usually dimly, almost romantically, lit. It's lighting and aroma of coffee and freshly baked pastries made it the typical go-to spot for couples during odd hours. Either that, or the place is usually packed with hoards of people lining up to buy their pies.

It was about 4.30 pm, so not many people we're there. I just ordered a latte whilst Kelly got a triple espresso and a chicken pie. We got a cozy spot at the corner of the restaurant. Alone again at last with Kelly. I could not ask for more.

Kelly took a sip of her coffee and said with a foxy smile "You know why I wanted to get you out of there." It wasn't a question. She knew. I knew.
"Thanks. Another second and I would've xeroxed(photocopied) his ass," I said rolling my eyes.
"Why? You were winning," She said, still smiling "I helped, obviously."
"We make a good team," I finished and took a sip of my coffee.
"Haha, guys and their egos," She went on, "So are you an attention seeker? Or just trying to impress me?"
"Both," I honestly replied "How is it going so far?"
"Pretty good," She smirked,"Id give you 80 marks,"

She got distracted. A couple behind me were making out. I took a glance and turned back to

"So tell me why you're single Jono," Kelly stated.
"High standards? No one worthy of my time and effort. Also, its not a priority. Used to be after a girl, but long distance just didn't work in my favor" I said directly although that wasn't the full reason.
"Fair enough." Kelly replied.
"How about you? Why are you single?" I prodded.
"Pretty much the same reasons as yours. Also, I want one that can last long. Not just for a year, not two years, but longer..." She said in a slightly mellow tone.
I was impressed. "I'm impressed! You're looking for real commitment. I respect you for that. You're not one of those who goes for 'commitment' ", I said while doing air-quotes. Her values and standards made her more attractive by the second.
"I haven't even given away my first kiss yet," She went on. I was quite surprised but queerly felicitous.
"Neither have I. Why share that act of intimacy with someone you would probably break up with in the future? Why kiss the probable future husband of another woman?" I almost sounded like I was preaching.

She smiled. It was a warm but yet, there was a tinge of mellowness, almost sadness, in her eyes. I wasn't sure why. I just shook it off. Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe she was just happy that someone could understand and relate to her chastity. She finished up her pie (It wasn't very big) and continued sipping her coffee. I could only admire her between sips of my latte.

"What do you think of long distance relationships?" she asked this time.
"Not too fond of them. Being far apart from someone I loved would probably kill me."I said.
"Yea! I don't get how some people do it," She said "Sometimes I just wonder how much in love they are..."
I shrugged and took another sip of latte then went on "And being apart, you meet new people, new experiences, you change, your partner change... A lot can happen. It seldom works. Keeping in touch doesn't do anything to help either. Feelings just disappear if no one is there to stroke the fire..."
Kelly nodded, "I totally agree."
"Cheers," I said, holding my cup up. She returned the gesture.
There was an awkward silence. It lasted for about 30 seconds which felt like forever. We both finished our coffee.

Kelly got up from her seat and sat beside me.
"I like you alot Jono. You're sweet, friendly and funny"
Mr. Heart was going LUP-DUP like never before.

"But theres something I should tell you..."

Then it hit me. I knew it before she said it. I went into denial.

Dont say it. You don't... No, this cant be happening!

"I'll be moving to New South Wales after the exams."

Bring out the defibrillator. Mr. Heart felt like someone just ripped him from his placed, thrown him on muddy ground and stomped the crap out of him, then picked him up with a knife and had him barbecued.

I didn't know what to say. I looked at Kelly. She looked sad. I was sad.
Then I remembered myself talking about long distance relationships and about how keeping in touch didn't matter and that it would never work out. I could've and should've slapped myself.

"Lets say we keep in touch..." Kelly softly said, "How long would that go on for? A month or two, probably?"
I nodded. I didn't have to lie. Life's experienced have taught me that "keeping in touch" doesn't last long and that inclination dies off with time. I was sure Kelly knew that too.
She sighed. I sighed. We looked at each other.
"You can't always get what you want eh? Why do I have to learn that the hard way?" I said.
"Yea...I'm sorry Jono..." Kelly said sounding sad.
"What for? You shouldn't be!" I insisted. "Well, I'll miss you lots, Kelly. "
"Me too, Jono. Heaps. But we both know..." She started, but I finished her sentence for her.
"...That that dies off as well? Yea. I know..." I finished.

We both smiled. It's like we bonded. The only thing was we couldn't pursue a deeper relationship. That was killing me. I didn't know if it were the same for Kelly.

We left the cafe and I walked her to her class.

She took a glance at me, "You alright?"
"I'm fine...See ya" I said trying to smile.

We hugged for the last time then parted ways.


That took place a week before the exams. As different as our class timetables were, so were our exam timetables. I didn't bump into her again. We didn't exchange numbers nor emails for reasons we both knew. After the exams, those intense feelings were gone. Of course I still like her lots, but chemicals come and go.


Sounds very dramatic isn't it ? You can't make this stuff up.

The End.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Kelly - Battle of the Egos.

Continued from:

1. Kelly Trilogy
Kelly Part 1 - At the Lockers
Kelly Part 2 - Attack of the Cheena's
Kelly Part 3 - Left Hanging

2. Kelly Epilogue
Kelly - A Second Chance

Jono glared at the guy sitting and talking animatedly on the photocopier. Kelly and her friends were giggling.

Jono not Happy.

Jono jealous.

I was supposed to be writing my lab report but Jono couldn't help himself but keep peeking into the printer room. I wanted to talk to Kelly so badly. It's a good thing I wasn't alone.

Jono's Wits: I'm ready when you are, pal:)

Jono: Thanks Wits. You've always been there for me. Ever since the beginning, haven't you?

Jono's Wits: And to the end, dude :)

Jono's Ego: HEI, me too! >(

Jono: Obviously, big buddy :)

Jono's Heart:It's just... so hard isn't it?

Jono: Yea man, sorry you're always the one to be compromised... You've taken lots of hits already. I promise not to be to reckless. We've all learn't our lesson. Took you ages, to heal last time you broke, didn't it Mr. Heart?

Jono's Heart: Yeah, it did... Thanks.

Jono's Brain: ooohh, the last time Heart snapped...It wasn't pretty, I'll tell you that.Haha.

Jono: Yea. Aww...I love you guys.

Everyone: We love you too.

Jono: OK! Lets do this!

Everyone: *Battle Cry*

I needed a reason to get in there. I set a random email of mine to print, got up and walked towards the printer room. I scouted ahead. There was a total of seven of them there . Kelly, Aayla and Marci were the only girls there. The other four we're guys. I was kinda nervous, but I trusted Mr. Wits. As soon as I entered the room, Kelly saw me.

She smiled. A big, sincere, warm smile.

I was now addicted to her giggles and smile.

"Jono! Hi!" She exclaimed while waving at me.
"Kelly! Hey there!" I said, trying to sound surprised and smiled as warmly as I could. It was probably not as warm as hers.

I walked towards them, towards the printers.

Mr. Wits, show me your magic.

Before Mr. Wits could even utter a word, Kelly lunged out at me and gave me a big hug. Mr. Heart felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Jono! I missed you!" Kelly said sounding flustered.

Jono. Happy.

"Me too! Its been what, another 8 months!?" I kidded while hugging back.
She giggled, "Feels like it!"
"Aayla, Marci, howdy?" I greeted.
"Heya Jono." They smiled back.
Kelly stood beside me and turned to her friends "Guys, meet Jono." She didn't introduce their names to me. Which was fine, I didn't really bother to know either.
They waved awkwardly at me, "Hey."

I addressed all of them, "A weird place to have a gathering, don't you think?"

The guy on the photocopier (GOP) spoke first. "Yea, we like to just hang everywhere. We we're printing stuff and just didn't wanna leave."

"Haha, I'm sure photocopiers make nice chairs." I said not too sarcastically. Kelly giggled.

Jono 1, GOP 0.

Kelly pipped in. "Jono can be really funny at times guys." She wasn't making this easy for me.

GOP sardonically remarked, "Oh, a stand up comedian eh? Here, make us laugh!"

Jono 1, GOP 1.

"Did you know, Kelly was a duck!?" I said with a straight face.

Kelly burst out laughing. Everyone else just stared blankly at me.

"See? This is why I like her the best." I said. Kelly was chuckling. "I'll tell you about it later," she said.

Jono 2, GOP 1.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" I walked towards a printer and started my print que. I had to play it cool. I turned to face the group, my back against the printer, while waiting for my print to begin. There was an awkward silence.

"Comon, as you were, people." I said smiling. Everyone chuckled except GOP. GOP started talking again. Apparently he wanted to run the show. He was talking about something that happened last week at some party. He didn't want Jono in on the conversation, obviously. The attention was back to him. He made me stand there feeling awkward.

Jono 2, GOP 2.

GOP kept talking away. He was an interesting guy with a dominant voice, I'll give him that. Everyone was listening and responding to his story. Yet Kelly, however, was looking at me, smiling. Mr. Heart was oh so fuzzy. I kept eye contact with her and smiled too. I could do it all day. GOP noticed. I was sure he wasn't pleased. The most beautiful girl in his audience was giving her attention to me. This gleefully brings us to the score board...

Jono3, GOP 2.

It was a tight game, folks, but Jono was in the lead with a hat trick. Can GOP make a comeback?

To be continued...
Kelly - Finale

Sunday, December 02, 2007

"Special" Friends.

A list of 10 friends of mine whom I've given nick names to because they are "Special". Some might be funny, some might be mean. Hey, they're just nick names!

Miss Porn Star
My lab partner. She has boobs that eclipse the freaking sun. But thats not why she got her nick name. Its the way she dresses. She likes having her thongs visibly sticking out of her jeans. Sometimes she even wear really short skirts with fishnets(Yes, thong still sticking out)! She likes leaning over to grab pen's or rulers from my pencil case and at the same time, press her breast onto me. No, I do not enjoy it. Big boobs are scary. I bet she has never seen her feet before. It is that huge. I could stand under her for shade in the summer!

Butterfly-Power Ranger.
This dude always wears a red pair of HUGE sunglasses that reminds me of a power ranger. Its so huge so much so that his sunglasses looks like wings. Thats right. It looks like a jumbo butterfly is sitting on his nose!

This guy has braids all over his hair but its not cool looking. Not at all. His hair looks like a mop. When I see him, I just want to pick him up and mop the floor with him. Enough said.

She likes to tie her hair up in two buns like Chun-Li from street fighters.

Hot Chic
Ever since the beginning of the semester, this girl have had guys hitting on her left and right, up and down. Well, she IS hot, and she knows it. I never took the initiative to find out her name. Shes an asian. The HOT type that even aussie guys drool over. Theres this tension between us. We are in the same course but I never ever talked to her, second-glaced her or give her any attention at all. Heck, all the other guys are already doing so, but I'm not. And she knows this. What happens when you don't give a hot girl the attention other guys usually give her ? heh heh...

This chubby guy practically has boobs and for some reason, I just get a mental image of a cow. When he walks into the room, I go, guess what, "Mooooo~!!!" In my mind, of course.

Miss Chatterbox.
This girl just talks. Talks. TALKS. Even if nobody is talking to her, she talks to the air around her or to herself. She makes random noises. She even makes a noise when entering the room like "Woooo!" "Ahhh-weee!" If a conversation doesn't involve her, she will butt in. Its almost as if she loves her voice. Its impossible to shut her up!

Ms Clown.
Miss clown has thick lips but she got her nick name from wearing really deep dark red lipstick colors. I asked "Hey, thats a nice color. What kind of red is that?"and she told me "Midnight Red," and gave me a big smile. Mental Image = Clown.

This guy steals my food. My Sneakers Bars, kit-kats, M&M's and sometimes even my sandwiches! To him, dudes share their food. To add to his Garfield nick name, after eating my food, he'd usually act like its nothing, and act really relaxed and sometimes go to sleep in the common room.

The Phantom Menace.

I like to tease her but sometimes she gets really angry. When she does, she gives me this angry face that looks like shes saying "Tease me again and I'm gonna bitch slap you so hard, your grandfather feels it in his grave." Menacing!