This shall be in white font for Nelvie's sake.

Can you believe it got stolen?? I mean, the whole reason I never changed my Nokia 3315 [!!] is so that it would not get stolen since it IS terribly ancient and boring. Besides, I actually liked it too! The buttons were nice to use. Lol. But NOOooo, apparently someone thought it would be cool to take it away and cause me temporary hysteria. ANYWAY, to cut this short, my aunt gave me her old mobile AND a new simcard. It's...errr...I don't know what model, but it is definitely not as old as my 3315, haha. *blink* Sarah can't make it to Bangkok.I can't imagine how potong it must be for her! It's okay my darling, you come in June, kay? And we shall have a blast then! [especially since i'll probably know more ECB ppl by then] So since she can't come, and south Thailand is flooding, I am taking her place in the flight to Bangkok on 3rd Jan,instead of the original plan to get back before NewYear's. Which is good. Yay! *happy happy joy joy* [haha,picked that up from Eirene, who, btw sarah, I think I saw at Acts' Christmas play on Sunday but wasn't sure]. Can't wait to put all our pics in here!hehehe. Blessed Christmas and New Year, y'all. I have lots to fix and start and restart this 2006. It's gonna be a great year. *breathe*

This, my friends, is my one and only lecturer Max Petersen. He's Danish. He plays/played saxophone,clarinet,keyboards, and who knows what else. He teaches Audio Engineering. He has an electronic music album thingie "Phithorsn - Airflow".http://www.subliminaltapeclub.com/music/artist/Phithorsn. He's part of a electronic music duo called Simplex.http://www.subliminaltapeclub.com/music/artist/Simplex. He used to be in a band Fairytale Abuse. Which is really still a piece of info that bewilders me coz....coz....well...he's so...NOT death metal-ly! I still find it hard to picture..haha..but yeah. He's cool. I'm glad to be under his instruction. Once, a bunch of us in the class were just talking and we all agreed that we really ARE in good hands with Max. While watching Simplex play at the Fat Festival, Noah and I were like "We are sooo lucky, we have this dude as a TEACHER, all these fans of his are just fans, we're his STUDENTs, man"...and it's true. As soon as Max got onstage, the whole room filled up and was packed. He's known. I'm so proud. *chuckle* Whoa. Some major promotion going on here,eh? Lol.. Ok, moving on. [If the pictures load obediently, that is]

Ah. This is Simplex. As you can see, the poser on the right, is Nannue, the other half. He's Thai. He's also a lecturer here, but he teaches Electronic Music Production. Oh yeah, he also...*ahem* ..is/was a model. hehehehe. I'm not sure whether he still is, but that's what I heard. He's...an interesting person. Hahaha.







OK, so let's see some of the classmates, yeah? I know y'all been waiting on this...akehakahekehkeahek...'specially the foursome. Here goes.













Fahmi's Malaysian, yes. But he was an exchange student in Mexico once, so he can speak Spanish, which is pretty cool, if u ask me.














Captain Nayos has been named so because of his party habits, to put it plainly. hehe. He drums but I haven't heard him, yet.














Mario's American. He plays guitar TOO WELL. :) Oh, and he cooks. Guys who cook always get an extra two points from me. Lol.

Eddie is British. He's good at the practical stuff in class.

Shemaiah's also American. He seems to be Uhu-glued to his phone, like us KL kids. :p

Khyle is...... well,he's just...Khyle. I lack the appropriate adjectives right now.

Ed is Dutch. He has a lot to say. 'Nuff said? :D Sahan is SriLankan. Micah is Singaporean-Philipino. He teaches Sunday school :)

Noah is British-Thai. He plays jazz piano that would make Arielle's eyes visible. Lol. [no offence,doll..*muak*]

So

this is pretty much most of the class. The other two who ponteng, too bad lah. And my other pics aren't loading. Either my blogging skills are still crap, OR [as I'd like to believe], blogspot sucks. haha. Tell me the latter is true.

SO (what's it gonna be?)

[2 OCT 2001]

So, what's it gonna be this time

Did your dog just die, or the clock didn't chime

Or is it that you just ran out of time?

So, you're just another painted face

with an extra copy of it - just in case

You're going through that partial living dead phase

I'm sick and tired of waiting for you

I'm ready to throw my hands up

Look at you and say I give up

[chorus]

So, is this how it's ending?

Yeah, I need you to be leaving

Don't look at me and say you're sorry

I don't want no apology, no

Will you ever learn to keep things real

Or will you stay in elementary and never sit still?

Are you aware there's so much more?

When you give another lame excuse

You just prove my point and there's nothing left to say

After all this ___ did you really think I'd stay?

[Bridge]

No more hoping, no more trying

The sun'll shine, tomorrow's comin'

No more waiting, no more crying

Open window, burst of light shine through.

The Lady herself, with Susan and Paul whom I stay with. She gave me a book after I sang the song to her. It has her face on the cover and is in Thai so I dunno what I'm supposed to do with it. haha.

The scary bunch I had to sing to. Aren't they so uncle-auntie.

And this is Shemaiah, my classmate, who came to help with the sound system, only to discover that it was crappy. Ah well.

The president of Aglow, Susan, and I. She's the best.

Yes we will remember you, Charles. Always.

Being Malaysian

The great thing about being Malaysian is that you can speak Malaysian English and most English-speaking people from other countries [except Singapore] are not gonna understand half the things you say. Unfortunately, the downside about being Malaysian is sadly the same reason. A lot of Malaysians use Malaysian English [Malenglish] so much that they forget real English. Either that, or they've got Malenglish so embedded in them that they don't accept proper English as....well..proper. So why am I bringing this up? hehe. Selfish reasons, really. Coz' I think I've been "FOUND" by either Max or Nannue [for more information, refer to Nov 7th below] so I quickly scanned through all the posts to make sure I've never said anything too harsh about them. *chuckle* Well, I guess I shouldn't really care too much since it IS, after all, JONI's blog, eh? Eh. Also, it's full of Malenglish, I noticed. So prepare to think , "HUH??". *grin* But all the same, WELCOME to the jonified blog. Comments welcome at all times. *handshake*
Welcome to my abode. It needs filling up and if you can do that, then by all means, go ahead. Hehe. Actually, for the first time, the walls are bare, did you notice? I haven't lived in a bare wall-ed room for a loOong time. I shall have to find time to "fix" these empty white spaces. Real soon,too.

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Lysander was really good. But then, maybe I'm biased since I know him. eakhekaehkea. I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Meet Derek Porter [darn it,where's the camera when you need it!]. 16, American, dancer, actor, singer. And today he was, yes, Lysander of Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream in his high school play. Gosh, if ever I complained about how Malaysian schools suck, I didn't do justice. To say they "suck", is so insufficient and mild, when compared to many schools outside the Malaysian government. Remember how we had "Kelab Drama", which we never watched EVER in the year? And what about "Kelab Musik"? Anyone ever heard a note from them? And let's not even go into the halls we used to cram our icky two-layered turqoise uniformed bodies in to hear some Doraemon-lookalike supervisor yak about the fundamentals of who-knows-what and Raymond-will-you-PLEASE-sit-down-and-shut-up-right-now? Oh,the memories. Haha. But *snaps back to reality* yeah, no wonder they had to FORCE us to join the clubs and extracurricular activities. Because they SUCKED, and no one was interested, not even the nerds who joined, I'm pretty sure [Bet they joined just to please the teachers, or their parents, or just for the good grade. hyek.] Even the TEACHERS weren't all to excited about being in charge, except maybe the supervisor in the Kelab Bola Sepak [football/soccer club, to those who need translation] who had watched too much World Cup that month. Pah. If we had more resources and were given better chances and opportunities, I'm sure our schools would produce brighter and happier kids. *pauses to re-think* Well, at least to SOME degree, I think. Think about it. I personally love music, but I was rarely compelled to join any such music club in school. Why? Well, okay okay, the others in the picture looked super nerdy, but that's not the entire reason! There's never any promotion, there's never any show put up, there's just never ANYTHING! If those already IN the clubs at least PROMOTED [fliers/announcements/miniconcerts/yadadoo] what they had, surely those interested in that particular field would take notice more and be more likely to find out what was going on. But I assume the clubs never HAD anything to promote anyway. Either A. they were too small a group, B. they had a boring president, C. they didn't have money and were too stupid to think up fund raisers, D. weren't allowed by the teacher-in-charge to proceed with new ideas OR, E. All of the above. Going to that play today made me realize how much we miss out on in the public schools in Malaysia. There's so much more to learn than just sums and which-fruit-fell-on-whose-head-and-so-he-named-the-state-so. Not all of us are meant to end up as teachers or accountants or mathematicians. Wasn't that the whole purpose of extracurricular activities in the first place? So the rest of us who feel lost in class can excel elsewhere and have a chance to explore other career options/hobbies? To hone talents that are lurking around waiting for opportunities or newfound skills that need refining? Why do you think so many foreign artists are so young? Yes, of course some may be dropouts who got miraculously spotted and signed, but there are those who started in school. The ones who had teachers backing them up. Encouraging them. The ones who went to competitions and fellow schoolmates were there to support and announce their victory back in school and celebrate. The ones whose faces were out there so much more, so their skill or talent was noticed somewhere along the road and they were given bigger chances eventually. Maybe THAT's why so many "second world" countries are seemingly stuck in their own little holes - because they refuse to let the younger generation in and are so caught up with cracked highway repairs. [But that's of course another story altogether]. ANYWAY, back to Lysander, the lover boy. Yeah, the performance they put up was so impressive, I'm proud of you Derek!!! I can't imagine me memorizing all those lines so perfectly! And they were convincing, too. No silly giggle-giggle-oh-i-forgot-my-lines-giggle. They had scenes which weren't meant to raise eyebrows yet in the back of my mind I was thinking "Yeah RIGHT Malaysian teachers would let any of US do any such scene without "censoring". It's ridiculous. Can't they see that the more they restrain you from doing something, the MORE you'll wanna try it just to rebel?? It's .....wait, sorry. FOCUS. Mm. Basically, the play was excellent. I give them an A+. *clapclapclap* Their hall was a real HALL with sloping seats and a stage that WASN'T falling to pieces and a sound room behind on the upper floor.We shall not describe OUR halls in our schools. Oh oH! And Isaac, played the little Indian boy!! He's a darling. [Isaac is Derek's 9yr old brother]. Pah.My pics refuse to load! I give up. I'll try to get pics of the play from Derek soon.

And the pressure's on!

I was asked to sing at this event where Lady Khun Ying Jaruwan is going to speak. She's some Thai politician who was fired coz she's a Christian. Hm. And of all songs, Mariah Carey's Hero was requested. I mean, nobody pulls off a Mariah Carey as well as only she can. Sheesh. So I gotta practice giler. And change the vocal techniques here and there so I can actually fake it. Plus, I gotta this terrible outfit. Long skirt [which restrains walking space], freaking high heels [which restrains normal walking and makes me nervous that I'm going to fall coz they're new], and Chinese blouse [which makes me feel Auntie], and hair's gonna be up in bun with chopstick [which makes me nervous that that too will fall]. AIYOHHHHhhhhhhh. The alternative would be to find a matching pair of pants and scarf for that new top Susan got me. Which I shall frantically do soon. Either way, I need to be formal. Ok now, on to the main reason why I'm so gafferlunking about the outfit. Coz I'm supposed to get a classmate to help with the miking and video stuff. And obviously I don't want them seeing me look like an Auntie, righhtttt? Right. So like dat lor. hehe.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A few days ago these two guys peeked their heads out of a bar outside my house, while I was hailing a cab under the rain. Chubby European middle aged dorks. "Hey, come on inside and have a drink with us..We like you...It's raining anyway, and you're getting wet and it's dry in here...just come on in...but we like you!". *groan* With slight regret, I have to say I was kinda rude to them. I mean, I was nicely dressed up and getting wet, the cab was taking forever, and I was just NOT in the mood to be polite! Anyway, it's irritating when this happens. So they got the response they deserved. I think. arghhh...
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Churchy holyschmoly people should just get real. They piss me off majorly. I'm just too lazy to explain what happened. But seriously, they need to just buzz off.
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Oh, this fan is in this living room. I think it's darn freaky. Look at the holes. They're huge and totally not child-proof! I'm so scared it's gonna get my fingers or hair one day!! *shiver*

Bras and Bars

Thai females have no boobs. Can you tell where this complaint is headed? Haha.. Yup, bras. Their general lack of upper assets causes the market to stock up on pillowed brassieres. Which is really frustrating for people like, me. I mean, even if you want those ridiculous pillows shoved in your bra, at least make them REMOVABLE for the rest of the world. *grunt* EVERY single one I picked up during my shopping spree had a horrid cushion in it. Pah. Reese's choc bars are good. Period. lol. Randomness of Joni. Actually, my mind's pretty blank right now. Bjork's playing in my ears right now, so maybe that explains it. Aehkaehkeahkae..Love.

Girly Wirly Badaboom Weekend.

Fun. As most know, I have long weekends which start Fridays. This particular one started extra early,Thursday night after school, and has been packed [with seemingly a LOT of shopping,strangely]. Now I'm the total opposite from the day before the quiz. SOMEONE PUT ME TO SLEEP,please! See, after class on Thursday night, a bunch of us went to check out this jazz band which turned out to be VERY good. So we stayed till they closed! The lead female singer could play bongos so well!! *jealousness* Then we sent a friend home, and one tayar kena nail. So had to change tires and waste precious beauty sleep there. Friday afternoon I went shopping as soon as I woke up. Checked out an area that's well known for shoppery, but it was outdoors and too hot so ended up in a mini mall. Pet, I got three "basics" for RM10! Ok, sorry, ya then, Susan calls me and asks me to go to a mall with her later that evening, to shop for a nice something that I can wear for the KhunYing event [more on this later]. At first she wanted to find a SUIT. Then we tried this lovely brown/gold top that Pet would probably kill me for. And it was more suitable she thought, then bought. *big grin* Like I said, I'm so blessed a.k.a. spoilt. Yep. Anyway, after that I went out to meet some friends coz' it was my classmate Khyle's 19th birthday. It was hilarious, really. We all went crazy. haha. More details in inlay. Or not. So that was Thursday&Friday. Saturday, I go "Christmas" shopping when I wake up.And shop indeed I did. But nothing Christmassy, I realize now. *searches for camera to take pics of purchases* *fails*. Sigh. Anyway, the foursome would be proud of me if they'd been there. I made decisions so much quicker! haha. Spent way too much, but I'm happy still. *satisfied grin* It's hard to find perfect sizes for me,kayyy. Then I got home, played dress up for a while, then Mario says we're going to Saxophone. Which is another place where the live bands are good, he's been saying. So Saxophone turns out to be alright. It made me wish Darren was here to "show 'em". Coz the drummer was boring.com. Thai lead singer was real good, though. She looked and sounded like black singer from where we were on the second floor looking down into her Afro. *chuckle* But it was good lah. I met two girls!!! Mario's friends. SO NICE TO TALK TO THEM about lil girly nonsense. Like the cockroach hunt they'd had at home just before getting there to meet us. And we both said at the same time "The FLYING ones are the worst". AHAHhhhaaa. Girls are fun. ny. This night was very relaxed, very slamba, just lepaking together-gether. I declare it was swell. [yes, I seem to be feeling the Christmas spirit these weeks]. Today is Sunday [they don't put the day of these posts,mah]. Decided to visit a Thai church nearby instead. Just for fun since I pass by it pretty often.The service was so long. Max and Nannue [both lecturers at SAE, and both combined together, named themselves SIMPLEX and make electronic music] played live electronic at the Fat Festival today. No I don't know why it's "Fat". It was great, but the setting of the area could have been wayyyy better. The whole concert/festival was pretty weird and split up, it seemed. *shrug* But Simplex did a good job. *clap clap* I think I'm gonna learn how to appreciate trance/house/drum&bass wayyy more these few months. Just a random comment. So yes, after all those dayshoppingsprees and night outs, you see why the blotches/crates on my face are present, and why the bags are being discovered [Yar,Sarah, turns out I DO get bags after all. sighhh] And that pretty much sums up my weekend. Sorta. *grin* How was YOURS?

Miracles and randomage by color.

It really amazes me everytime. I mean, I know I wasn't prepared for the quiz today. But somehow I made it. And for the first semester exam, I made it too. I even got third in class, kicking some guys' butts. It's shocking, I dunno how I managed it. But I'm grateful. Today is Raya, as Fahmi [the malay dude in class] told me. How did one month of fasting go so fast?? I thought he just started fasting last two weeks?? Anyway, so halfway in class, I just blurted out ,"By the way, today is Fahmi's Christmas, guys, so everybody say Se-la-mat Ha-ri Ra-ya to him." To my surprise, ALL the guys obediently turned to Fahmi and followed after me with the Selamat Hari Raya. It was cute beyond cute. I was so tickled by it. *chuckle* My Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants dvd not workinggggg *whine*. I thought caffeine doesn't work on me. Today it proved itself to be what they say it can be. Coz I thought I wasn't gonna make it through class after the late study night I had. So I attempted caffeine. An OVERDOSE of caffeine, since it kononnya doesn't work on me,right? Wrong. Apparently, a little coffee doesn't affect Joni, but if you add 2 spoons more to a 3-in-1, she gets ultra fidgety/hyper/shaky/excited/gila/giggly/jittery. And so I was. It was crazy; Mario asked what drug I took,okay. *chuckle* The hyperness is worn off now, although I'm still awake. Actually, I kinda like some of Charlotte Church's new songs. She's totally changed image AND genre. I thought I'd hate it, even though I've been expecting it to happen sooner or later. But strangely, her pop is hooking on me. Hm. And I wanna sing more and more these days. Joss Stone lah! I wanna sing like her. Which makes me sing along with her songs and repeat them until I can follow properly. Which makes me realize I didn't finish my vocal class properly and then I wish I can. And I've been performing on a few occasions at different meetings, including a different district, Pattaya, and not been satisfied with them. Someone recently told me I'm a perfectionist in certain areas. The topic at that time was my singing. I won't sing onstage randomly unless I KNOW for sure I'm capable of a 100% good job. And that if I could only give 98%, I wouldn't do it. And that if I overcame that hurdle, it would hard to get me offstage after that. And I realized that this is so true. I DO refuse to go onstage unless I'm sure I will do good. And I also realize that you'll have to drag me off once I'm on a roll. I'm not used to performing, but I really DO love to sing. But really, can you imagine me onstage performing for real? Seriously? Hm.

Chiller.

This is my hangout corner in my room. It's very comfortable. You'll love it too, really. This is where thoughts pour out, ideas flow, backs rest, emotions run free, creativity oozes, minds take ease. And the orange lights are the best. I love orange lights.

Faking It.

[19th Sept 2004]

I'm losing a litle bit more each day

All I hold close to me seems to slipping away

I'm looking for clarity

Would someone please be real

Do you really know me?

I only wanna hear sincerity

[Chorus]

Don't ask me how I am

If you don't really wanna know the answer, or don't really care

Wipe away that look from your face

Coz' I don't need your symphathy

Reeking with pretense

Stop faking it

Go cite your poetry somewhere else

I'd rather not have been high at all

Then have you smash me down [down]

Can't tell where the truth ends and where the lies begin

Why say what you don't feel?

Would someone please be real

[Bridge]

Pounding reverberations resound through my head

[and my veins through my skin]

Wishing you would take back everything that you said

Michael Buble It's Time concert...

...was awesome. I don't care that my classmates laugh at me for liking him, he's good and just proved it even more. He can sing LIVE. I mean, it was like listening to the CD....no, better! His character is funny,normal,very human,easy-going,fun. Not a stuffed up long-sleeved shirt who thinks he's all that. He fell down attempting to slide across the floor! Awwww..but he was cool about it. He also did Maroon5 and MJ to spice things up a lil. ehhahehha.. all round, he did justice to my 1000baht. *grin*

In terms of sevens

Sarah,can't believe you tagged me!

Seven things I wanna do before I die:
1. Nashville, Dead Sea, Scandinavia
2. Produce a really good album
3. Direct a full stage show.
4. MARRY. akakakakaka..
5. Train to sing&dance at the same time without losing breath.
6. Watch Beyonce Live.
7. Design and make a line of clothing for me and me to wear.

Seven things I could do now:
1. Exercise
2. Get someone to pick me up and take me out
3. Look for a dance school and enroll.
4. Write 5 songs to make up for the lack this year.
5. Buy my tickets to M'sia.
6. Enter Thai talent competition where people said I would "CONFIRM" win.
7. Kiss him. haha..

Seven celebrity crushes:
1. Chad Michael Murray
2. Josh Hartnett
3. Adam Brody [good grief,Pet, Sarah, we need new celebrities!akkakaa]
4. Matt Thiessen
5. Beyonce
6. Michael Buble
7. Nick Teh. aekhekahekhekhaekeahk

Seven often repeated words/phrases/sounds:
1. What?
2. Riiiiighhhhtt
3. Seriously
4. akakakakka
5. Shush u
6. huh?
7. Oh darn it.

Seven physical traits I look for in the opposite sex:
1. smile
2. hands
3. jawbone
4. hair.pls don't load it with gunk.
5. eyes
6. cleanliness.
7. strength. *chuckle*

Seven people to tag:
1. Rishaad
2. Chernie
3. Titus
4. DD
5. Pet,have u done it?
6. V-lyn
7. Bernice

Randomness.

He's really sweet. But I only see the best after he downs a few. I wanna see more. It's intriguing.
It's a tough decision to be JONI here.Coz I can't be my normal crazy self. No one would get it or they'd misunderstand or they'd just plain freak out. I mean, if Tasha were to really show herself, goodness knows what their reactions would be. *think* hm. Maybe I shall find out soon enough. Lol. It was amazing tonight. She really believes I have BIG things coming up for me. And she's willing to support me. I'm in awe of it all. The Big Boss Upstairs really knows my heart. It's comforting, to say the least. Thanks.

Closet Bone

Closet Bone.
Trapped inside a cage, though it's invisible

Don't know who's up on you, really close

Kinda in the room , but not quite there

Call up Johnny Brown 'coz he's seemingly fine

And now you're crying

You're not really sure exactly why

But you've been trying

To get your life back again

Dying to keep what's left of you

You know you're better off without

more of Johnny in your mind

Told you that he'd treat you just right

That he'd take away your fears and kiss you goodnight

Called him everytime you felt the world on your back

But Johnny cannot be your life-source

No, he shouldn't be walkin' in your head

'Coz he is causing you to fade and..

Cry, you're not really sure exactly why

But try, to get your life back again

Dying to keep what's left of you

You know you're better off without

More of Johnny in your mind

He might seem relieving,sort of fly,

Convincingly amazing, satisfying

But reality says he is..

Deluding, deceiving, all in all an excavator

Bottom line's you need to leave him

Or let him silently kill you whole

You'll find the strength to live without

Johnny's con-elysium.

Hmm.

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Happiness.

Caught Somewhere Nowhere

[9th August 2002]

Groping about in what seems like the darkest night
Telling myself I don’t wanna lose this fight
So many voices in my head
Oh God, which one belongs to You?

This is me on my knees
Beneath these tangles I know I need more of You
And I trust that You’ll rescue me
And show me who I am inside

Take my hand, lead me from this place
I’m trapped in me and I can’t get out
God, am I the first to feel this way?
I’m searching me, clinging to You
Coz’ I feel seventy worlds away
[So I’m] hanging on every word You say

This is me on my knees
Beneath these tangles I know I need more of You
Here I am, make me whole again
Saturate all my soul
In Your name I trust

I’m lost in me
So I’m calling Thee
I’m clearly unclear
So I’m calling You near
Lord, You said, ‘Come to Me, and I will come to thee,
Believe in Me, I’ll set you free
When you’re unclear, let Me draw you near
Because I love you, I love you, I love you’

So this is me on my knees
Beneath these tangles I know I need more of You
Here I am, make me whole again
Saturate all my soul, in Your name I trust
And I believe that You’ll rescue me
And show me who I am inside.