i am bored; i shall blog.

theres a reason for everything and theres a reason why that rhythms.

and look, i have finally conquered that word 'rhythm'. for the greater part of my life i haven't been able to spell it successfully at first go, always 'rythm' or 'ryhthm' or something similar to that but yet always wrong. but yet now theres a reason i can do it properly,

'i am very smart.' - Mourinho, June 3rd 2008

Yeap Yeap sounds good. But bullshit aside, my grandmother's condition is deteriorating at an alarming rate. i reckon i'll have to make a trip up to goldcoast sometime in the very present future.
ha ha get it? present future, oxymorons tsk.. oh alright, but nothings really that funny anymore. ie cancer stage 4b and having to go to the hospital every other day for infusions and liquid drainage from the lungs.

its really pretty startling. all my life my grandmother was pretty much the epitomy of strength, never needing nor wanting sympathy at the same time not offering much to others; though to be fair she hasn't really caved in the face of disease. at least not mentally.

sigh but i guess life goes on. i'll have to put my plans to learn fencing on hold just yet so in case if i have to rush up anytime soon i won't be missing too much of my classes.

but in retrospect what are all these if it means being able to see and accompany your loved ones through their last few months? the final lap of life left before the cruelties of death snatches them away.
















torres to score first, spain to win by a single goal margin. Damn. should've placed a bet,

ja.

-jonout

never made it as a wiseman, but who can't cut it as a blind man stealing?

blah blah blah.

i figured any explanation i'll think up in bid to, well, explain why i have not been gracing blogosphere with my royal presence would probably come across as that. yep. so lets save time.

its not that anything special happened lately, just now a recent hairdresser scared me real bad. the sad part of which it isn't zohan. SOMEONE SCARIER, and i shit you not. but not that i plan to go into the lucid details here, for i got enough people to tease me for the rest of my scarred existence.

c y j : 'HE WHAT?'
me : ' ya la niamaaa'
c y j : 'how much he charge?'
me : '12.'
c y ' eh you sure you never pay him extra to do that'
j : 'no wonder cut so nice. put his heart and soul into it somemore'

though on the brighter note, i'll probably erase this from my memory faster than the images of the 2 old ladies in chambermaid's and the SM uniform. holy shit i take that back. that was not bright.

but i'm glad my grandmother reached queensland safely today.(she has cancer and its final) though it was definitely worth it to get up at 7 today to send her off, it was really a struggle. is it just me or do everyone else experience this too, the stubborn inability of your body to get into gear that early in the morning. oh well, yet another point to add to the 'when i rule the world' list. so what if the early bird gets the worm? i don't like that stuff anyway.
hm but at least the gym plan's getting on well.















(the part of which isn't funny, is the fact that thats my head.)

ISAT's on thurs, wish me luck fellas!

-jonout

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Now playing: Nickleback - How You Remind Me
via FoxyTunes

i intend to die, or live forever trying,

awe-inspiring titles are so passe, not to mention a chore to think up so lets make do.

oh and before we start i really need to make this clear. the sole motivation behind my blogging today is i'm getting a tad annoyed with the first post my eyes are forced to digest is related to manchester scum. and by 'tad' i really mean 'loads'. by annoyed i mean really really pissed,

so that shall change now.

but it seems we've hit a little bump. No, no ones pregnant. What? You mean my fellow-blog-owner-who-just-a-few-posts-back -had-the-audacity-to -suggested-luigi-and-i-have-ran-out-of-blogging-ideas-infuriating-us-
when-we-did-nothing-to-deserve-his-wrath? (ps. nothing on that day at least heh)














nah, i'm afraid you have to ask him. What i actually meant was i have nothing to blog about, so lets improvise.

hm lets see, american idol was concluded recently in style; the winner more than worthy, coincidentally the reason why i'm missing AI pretty badly now. oh having been brought to my attention recently that reiteration is important if your words are to leave a memory,

i
need
more
david
cook
songs.

always be my baby has been played 152 times on my ipod, still too little imo. but i need a single by him, just so we can bask and perhaps fornicate in his greatness.

hah, no i'm kidding. well depends who's around, ya dig dawg?

whoops. guess now we can save some time and skip my denial of any AI withdrawal syndromes, and move on to why people hate spoilers.

i tried to be a good samaritan once,
divulging some bleach insights,
thou has yet to be read,
to my horror,
i was not thanked,
but disgracefully sweared at,
why should this have,
happened to me?,
when all i tried,
was to do a good deed?,
and its imperative,
that i halt here,

cause i'm really bored now. the end.