I has a pink eye...

You probably can't really notice it in the above pic that much, but my right eye is swollen up and is pink. Worse thing is during mornings, my right eye seems to be covered up in this weird crusty stuff. 'Tis gross. Muy gross. It must have been a dodgy contact lens, saying that, I haven't worn contacts since last week because of it.

10 seconds of fame

Okay, so we (myself Lucy, Ting, Lisa and a few others) went to a filming of So You Think You Can Dance Australia last week. And because we were a such ridiculously good looking bunch, they invited us to watch the show up on the balcony type area above the right hand side of the stage. So yes, we were on TV - as you can see in these shots here:

Trust me, we're there somewhere

Top right, those spotlighted three people Me, Lucy, Ting LOL

Boo-yah

Us during a routine

All up, we accumulated about 10 seconds worth of airtime - possibly a bit more. Still, we're moving on up. This was Ting's first appearance on TV since being shown on the news fainting from the heat. And my first appearance on TV since they showed me on the corner of the screen during a Pope's mass (don't ask).

Oh, I also went to a filming of Gladiators not too long ago too. It hasn't been shown on TV yet, but I'm so keeping an eye out for myself. I wore a bright orange shirt and was doing the robot so I could try to make myself out from the crowd LOL.

Jukebox

Every now and then, there's a song that comes along that's just really great and stays with you for years and years - and when you hear that song again after not listening to it for yonks, all these memories of yesteryear come flooding back like a raging torrent. Here's one of them - I hope it does the same for you.

Welcome back to 1993.



Why oh why don't songs sound like this anymore?

So You Think You Can Dance? No. No, I can't...

As much as I hate to admit - I've been watching this show like crazy. I dunno, to me it's such a visual treat, seeing people do things I can't even dream to do. It's MUCH better than seeing a bunch of fat shits on treadmills, and crying because they're fat - boo fricken hoo.


"I don't know how I got this big..." says one contestant. Um, was it probably because you ate A LOT? Hmm, yes, I think that might be it.

Funny how they put The Biggest Loser on at dinner time on weekdays - it really makes you think about what you're shoving into your mouth. I won't even think about going for seconds...

But anyway, back to dancing - my cousin is taking me to the Sydney Dance Company next week to do some hip hop. I'm so unco it's not funny, it's gonna be interesting to see how it all goes. Hopefully, she'll have her cam or mobile with her, maybe we can upload my unco-ness to youtube for the world to see. Watch this space...

reminiscing

Was just reading past posts just then - in particular a 'to do' list I did back in 2006 regarding things I'd really like to start/get into or complete. Funny thing is, either the years have gone by really, really quick - or I've just been completely lazy the last few months or so, because I haven't really ticked off anything in that list. Worse thing is, I mostly suspect the latter, I have been a lazy arse indeed.

There was another post I did back then, about getting fit and all muscled up by the end of that year (2006). Nup, I'm still the same lump of shit as I was back then, in fact, I suspect even heavier than then - but I blame work for that.

But you know what? I'm pretty sure it's gonna change this year, I feel it. I've told myself to get off my arse and actually do things this year instead of waiting for things to happen.

I've got myself back to the gym and going hardcore (I hurt right now). I've got my first singing "gig" in a while happening in two weeks - okay it's for a wedding, but still. Sure, it ain't really that big but still, wedding now, Madison Square Garden next. Mmm hmm.

As for me, I'm in a good place right now. I've enough time to do the things I want (such as blogging) and some. Ooh, I've been sleeping lots which is really rare for me.

So yay!

VD = Venereal Disease

To all the lovers and couples out there:

Happy Valentines Day





...motherfuckers.

stuff

Okay, so I work selling video games - however, that does NOT mean that whenever you see me all I would want to do with you is talk about video games.


person: Hey Juan
me: Hey
person: Hey, you know, like on PlayStation...
me: Ugh.

An entry about nothing. Oh and a Happy New Year

I know, it's been a while - last blog I remember doing was back in winter last year. First thing, where the hell did last year go? 2007 seemed like it just went through like... something that goes by really fast (sorry, mental block).

But here we go, start of another year. I know I probably said this last year, but I think this year is going to be big - not just for myself, but perhaps the world in general, hopefully for the good.

On a personal level, I have told myself that this is the year I finally stop saying "what if" and actually do. I know, I probably said that last year (or was that the year before?), but this year, it will stick and it must happen. It must. I mean, for goodness sakes, I turn friggin 26 this year. 26! And I ain't getting any younger and I absolutely hate the feeling of regret that I didn't get to do what I wanted to do. So I'm throwing all abandon to the wind and I'm ready to go on to next gear.

I promise to keep you (yes, you two or three people or so) updated with what's going down in Juan's world.

Sing, sing, sing

I don't know if I've mentioned this before on this here blog, but I used to be a singer. I'd have performances every now and then - in bars, in "community musicals", which is better left not to talk about, I've been a wedding singer amongst other stuff as well. I've even been a back up singer for international acts, which was kinda cool.

All up until about over a year or so ago, when I just stopped. I don't know why, but I just didn't feel like doing it (at that particular time).

I'm thinking, maybe I should go back and do it again, just for fun sakes. Who knows what it may lead to?

I saw this photo of me singing with my cousin (I'm on the left, of course). Made me think that maybe singing is something that's in my blood.

Global Warming My Ass!

Coldest. Winter. Ever.

I'm seriously getting some major shrinkage right now.

That is all.


*Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*

Decency

What happened to decent people these days? It seems that I'm just surrounded by arseholes and I can't escape.

Okay, so I lost my iPod while I was at Uni. I left it connected to a computer while I headed off for a little lunch break. After a while, I've realised what exactly I did and rushed back to the terminal only to find another person using it - sans my iPod. I ask the lady if she saw an iPod on that there terminal and she says no. Fair enough I say to myself, perhaps someone was kind enough to send it to the lost and found. So I head across the hallway to the lost and found, asked if someone handed up a lost iPod and they say no.

In short, it was gone. Gone forever. $350 gone. All my songs, heroes episodes, assignments. Gone, gone, gone. Thank goodness I had no porn or images of myself on it, I would have been horrified. Replacing it on a students income is going to be extremely hard.

So yeah I'm a little peeved. I'm thinking, if I found an iPod on a terminal I so would not take it. I would ask around and if no one owned up to it, I would definitely take it to the lost and found. I mean, the amount of mobile phones, credit cards and stuff I've found, I have not kept one single one of them. It's someones private property, with their personal thingies and stuff and who am I to take it away from them?

I guess there will always be dickheads in this world in all shapes and colours. These are the people who probably only think about themselves and would do anything that would please them, and no one else.

Arseholes.

I hope karma comes in to save the day, it's taken away my iPod. Perhaps it can give me a free (legitimate) one sometime down the line. Or better yet, I wouldn't mind receiving a nice, shiny iPhone.

The Super Tag Challenge Turbo Hyper Champion Edition (or STCHyCE for short)

This is what you are supposed to do. Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game.

Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.

Okay, with that, here we go:

1. I hate loud things. Loud as in explosive, short bursts of loudness that surprise you. Think of something like, perhaps a thunderclap or a balloon pop or a car backfiring. I especially hate thunder/lighting I just don’t like it. One time whilst home alone, a massive Sydney afternoon summer lightning storm came up and it was rather fierce, being scared as I was, I locked myself into the downstairs toilet that had no windows so that the noise wouldn’t be as loud. Sad, but definitely true.

2. I pretend to hate karaoke, but give me the house to myself and I will definitely bring out the microphones and sing to my hearts content. Favourites of mine include The Impossible Dream , ANYTHING by Peter Cetera especially The Glory of Love, as well as a good dose of Elton John and Lionel Richie. I seriously own, and it kinda sucks that I don’t have a crowd around to watch me though. I’m telling you, I AM the next Australian Idol, too bad I totally forgot about the auditions this year LOL. So maybe I’m not the next one, but the one after. There we go.

3. I’ve been wearing the same set of contact lenses for about six months now. Which is gross because they’re only supposed to be used for only two weeks. It’s not that I’m poor or stingy; it’s just that I haven’t gone around to getting a new box of contacts. So eye infection, here I come!

4. I fake my ethnic background sometimes. LOL It’s true, well, looking the way I look, I always get asked the question “What are you?”. You’ll be amazed with all the stuff I can get away with. From Maori/Pacific Islander, Mexican, American Indian (LOL), or even half-Australian half-Asian. Mind you, I only do it to amuse myself and I only do it to acquaintances – in other words, people I would only meet once. Everyone else knows what I really am, and for the record I am a Filipino-German-Spanish hybrid, so now don’t ask me what I am – because that’s just rude. LOL

5. I lip sync profanities to bad drivers when I’m on the road. Look, I absolutely hate stupid drivers who cut in when they’re not supposed to, or just doing something completely dumb. But honestly, why raise your voice inside your vehicle when they probably can’t even hear you? Perhaps it’s because of my calm nature, but I just lip sync a profanity along with a gesture of the hand. LOL I don’t even beep, and I’ve never heard how my car horn sounds like.

6. I am incredibly anal about the cleanliness of my anal region. I believe that dry toilet paper is never suffice in ANY situation. No matter if there is no skid mark on that dry piece of paper, believe me there is still something there. For this reason, Wet Ones are king – you would not believe how much is left behind. Because I’ve always told myself that you never know when some random stranger will just come by, and have a whiff of your bum hole. And if on judgement day, we are only judged by the cleanliness of our bums, then it looks like I’m going to heaven. That is all.

Now, I don’t have anyone else to tag because I don’t know anyone else LOL. But hey, we’ll give Nathalia a chance to do her thing I guess. The ball’s now in your (clay) court.

What time is it?

I can't sleep.

I am a major insomniac, and I absolutely hate it.

I am so jealous of people who, in a split second can just fall asleep in an instant.

Take my dad for example, he is the best instant sleeper I have ever known. Saying that, he is also the loudest snorer in the history of mankind. One time, he came with me to the orthondontist when I had a periodic check up done. About 2 minutes into waiting, he starts snoring as he usually does. I take a look at him and to my amusement, he could not have been in a better sleeping position at that specific time.

Check this out, my dad was sleeping, snoring loudly while sitting directly underneath a poster that read "Snoring Problems? Talk to your dentist now!"

I thought that was the best advertisement I'd ever seen. Anyway, that's only one of the many times he has drifted off into sleep in an instant.

And here I am, struggling to get one minute of it. I hate how instead of my brain shutting down for sleep, it ends up running at a million miles a second, coming up with some random thoughts while I lay in silence.

I hate the fact that I monitor the time while I'm trying to sleep. I'm thinking, 'oh geez, It's 3 in the morning, I must sleep...' For that reason alone, I don't have an alarm clock beside my bed. But what's even worse is that now I try to guess what time it is at the moment. So, I'm in bed thinking 'oh geez, I think its 3am... or maybe 2? Or is that 4? Oh geez, that's late, far out, sleep now... It's probably 5 am now.'

So yeah, it sucks. I either resort to listening to some songs on my iPod or going on this here computer for a little browse on the good ol' internet here.

OMG I am so tired, but I can't sleep. HELP!


AAAARRGGGHHH!

pssh, I AM John Mayer.

"Graaaaavityyyyyyyyyy"

Reunions

The past two weeks or so, I have met up with so many people from my past – either from past acquaintances, or from high school – and I’ve absolutely loved seeing them again.

I have realised that if you haven’t seen or talked to a friend in a long time and (finally) see them after a while, and find that can just have a LONG conversation for hours about anything then that person is a TRUE friend. Saying that, I have had the best chats I’ve had in a while thanks to seeing all these people again.

It’s great to hear what they’ve been up to, what’s happening, their thoughts on things, about life, growing up, responsibilities, being an adult, gossip and so on and so forth.

What’s even better to hear is that we all share the same thoughts about our own lives, no matter how ‘successful’ we may seem to be. We all feel like there’s always that need to be more, or that things should and must get better. In other words, not totally satisfied with what they have achieved so far in life.

I was shocked, and at the same time kind of relieved to find that pretty much ALL of my mates from high school feel exactly the same way I do. And no, they are definitely not dole bludgers or bums who live off their parents. Some have found themselves in very good jobs and I am quite shocked that they actually feel the way they do.

I’ve always felt that I was in career limbo for a while, swaying from one to another hoping to find the right one. I feel that I’m finally on the right path, thank goodness. However, my only regret is that I wish that I found this path much earlier. Saying that I am thankful that I’ve found it, and that goal to success seems ever so clearer.

I guess this is what they call a quarter life crisis, a point in your life where you stop and take a look back to see where you are. Perhaps some may feel disappointed; actually I’m guessing most people around this age would be. It’s easy for us to say that we haven’t achieved anything worth being proud about. But seriously, 24-25 years on this earth is a really long time and surely, there has to be something there that you can perhaps call defining moments in your own life that you can definitely be proud of.

For me, there has been a few. Although at the moment, my pride and joy is this one right here: Tee hee hee.

mah nu kah

It's grey, like... um... MY ASS! ............ sorry.

Yes, me.

Okay, so here we go with another entry. I haven’t had much to write about but I guess I came to a self-discovery and I thought it was due time that I would share it with you, the people who I consider strangers and know nothing about.

That self discovery? Ladies and gentlemen, I am a snob. Yes, indeed I am. Or at least, I was.

How did I come to that conclusion you may ask? Well the story starts with my parents and myself driving off to a place a little out there. Let’s just say that it doesn’t share the same area code as Sydney Metro. Anyway, we got a little hungry and we stopped off at this restaurant/bar that advertised 8-dollar steaks.

So we get out of the car and enter the building. I found myself in one of those stereotypical country bars where they have pool tables, a country band playing in the corner and of course, all the bogan* patrons that seem to be part of the scenery in these type of things.

Now, it seemed like I found myself in bogan central, as I seemed to be surrounded by them. All talking loud, with their broad accents and I recall hearing a conversation between a “Nozza” and a “Mick” about beers and utes.

And so while trying to soak up the atmosphere, I realised that I was getting rather uncomfortable up to the point where I pretty much retracted into my shell and just did not even speak a word to my parents, or anyone for that matter throughout the whole ordeal. All the while I was pretty much thinking ‘geez, these people are rather gross’ or something along the lines of ‘geez, these people should get a job/shower/general sense of decency’. All the while, my parents didn’t seem to be phased one bit. In fact, my dad probably loved it, he was singing along to the music and all. We even scored free drinks and a discount off our meal because of him.

But anyway, after we paid for the meal and up and left I hopped into my car and did a little thinking. I was just thinking why I felt so negatively towards those people. I mean, they didn’t harm me at all, no cursing, no nothing , so why all the drama?

I came to the conclusion that I was a pretty snobby type of person, almost to the point of being posh. That came to a shock to me because I always thought of myself as a kind of decent, rather accepting (type of person). I mean, who am I to judge these people when I myself is not exactly A-Class material? Those people there were probably just there to enjoy a nice meal/drink and music and everyone I reckon has a right to just exactly that, right? And why the fuck should I classify people based on how they look/smell/act etc? Why should I classify people, period?

So yeah, that is my self – realisation and I’m quite happy for myself. So now, I love bogans, so umm, excuse me while I head off to Blacktown/Mt. Druitt and get me some bogan lovin’.

*’bogans’ are also known as hicks, westies, derros/derelict, yokels and country musicians.

I'm still here

Don't worry people, I'm still alive. I haven't posted in a while because I've been busy with things. Pretty busy, you know with sleep and stuff.

Nah, honestly, I just really haven't had shit to write about, and people have been bugging me to no end about doing another post, so here it is.

Hmm, let's see what's happened the last few weeks.

Hmm, oh, um...

Oh, I got a PlayStation 3... It's nice and black.

Um...

Oh, got a new car too. Yup, another one. Long story, maybe I'll leave that for another post.

But yeah, just me saying hi to you all. And plus I'm bored here at uni, just waiting for my little animation to render.

I'll be back, don't you worry.

So back to University I go...

Uni starts tomorrow. OMG. Dunno why, but I'm shitting myself.

Why?

Probably because my last experience at Uni was just damn awful.

Why?

Ok, I was just so miserable - not because I was doing crap in my studies, actually quite the contrary, I was doing way good. But moreso the social aspect of it all. I hate to say it, but I was a nigel. There, I said it. I fricken was.

For those of you not in Aussieland, a nigel is someone who flounders around about by themself. In other words, a loner. Sad but true.

Why? I have no fricken idea why.

I remember those days, eating at the cafeteria, by myself, waiting for the next lecture/tutorial. God those days were awful. Saying that though, I could honestly say that it's the only time in my life I was in such a socially inept situation.

High school was no problem, I was known. For goodness sakes I even got the "Boyz II Men award" in year 12 because everyone knew me as the singer HA!

Last two years in TAFE has been awesome, I've met some really cool people within those two years. I've been mixing and mingling with people out of that environment and it's been great.

It probably didn't help that last time I went to Uni, I was a fat shit with big hair and braces. I looked like a fatter male version of that 'Ugly Betty' chick, seriously it was pretty bad. I look at my student ID card back then and it looks like someone used a fish-eye lens and blew my head up with a ton of fat. I looked happy but, but that was only to hide all the pain I felt inside LOL HAHA

Well, I don't think it would be so bad this time around, I'll make sure that I be more pro active this time around. I think I'm more mature, more confident and more importantly, more damn sexier...


BWAHAHAHAHA damn, I kill myself sometimes...

Why?

Oh shoosh, you!

Say My Name, Bitch!

(and say it right while you're at it)

In my 24 years on this green earth of ours, I am still amazed by the amount of times people get my name wrong! The most common mistakes are:

'Jew-ahn'
Warren
Mark
Ryan
Wayne
'Jun' (as in "June")
'Jhaun'

Weirder mistakes are as follows:

'Why-Nah'
'Wyone'
'Meow' (Yes, that's right)
'Kwan'
'Kwami'

And the list goes on and on...

For fucks sake, people - it's JUAN. If you want a pronounciation lesson it's

Huan

Yes people, it's a Spanish J. Everytime I hear someone pronounce or read my name wrong I just think how not "in the know" these people are. How can someone not have seen/read/heard of people like Don Juan DeMarco, Juan Samaranch, Juan Carlos Ferrero or places like San Juan or TiJUANa. Even things like friggin mariJUANa have my name and yet people don't get it right.

One more time for those who haven't got it yet -

HUAN

Wasn't so hard, right?

A blog out of boredom...

Oh God. I am so bored.

I haven't got a car because my dad borrowed it so he can take his car in for some detailing. So he's using it for work, I'm stuck at home incredibly bored as for the next two days or so. I did not realise how boring being home alone can be. I can just feel time wasting away and I feel so incredibly shitty at the end of the day. Here's the breakdown:

- I was on the computer for a good four hours or so. Either checking out my myspace, watching episodes of Heroes and Idol, blogging (of course), blog hopping, forum posting, car researching and well um... watching erm... educational stuff LOL

- I ate five times today. I ate: muesli for brekkie, tuna for lunch, chinese pork buns for afternoon snack, pigged out on some ice cream about an hour later, and some fish for dinner.

- I realised I've gained a good kilo since Sept last year. Yes, I am a fat shit.

- I slept about a good 3 hours today. Had a strange dream. Dreamt that I was sitting at the back of a airplane and an explosion and consequent fire broke out in the rear of the plane and these tribal African people came out of the back and started doing a tribal dance around the plane, entertaining everyone while we were plunging to our deaths. Weird huh?

- I even put the karaoke machine on and sang such classics as Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman by Bryan Adams; End of the Road, On Bended Knee by Boyz II Men; Let's Stay Together by Al Green and an amazing rendition of Can't Help Falling in Love With You by Elvis. I gave the performance of my life, too bad no one was there to witness it. Damn.

- Played some Warioware on the Nintendo Wii. Really weird game, the guys who made it must have been on crack or something...

- Oh and just for the record I took a shower, brushed my teeth and did a poo. Actually, in the reverse order.

I guess it's the same deal tomorrow.