About the Author
At the first cutting light of August, many years ago, the world got the first glimpse of the entity known henceforth as
Leon Yip. It decided to douse the aforesaid with sunshine, sweets, and loads of love.
Legend has it, so convicting were his words, that upon his request, the world agreed to revolve around him, forever, and ever, and ever.
Posted on: Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Posted at: 10:43 AM
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I've been wrong, i've been down,
to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream "are we having fun yet?"
no let me introduce everyone to my new hobby. ready while suntanning. or rather reading while trying to sun tan. suntan lotion doesn't work, and yes, i'm rather vain.
about the reading though, i'm suddenly quite inspired to become a lawyer. i've consulted my brother, and he says that it pays excellently. meh.
that means i'll have to study. crap. that sucks.
anyway, the books i'm reading are books with courtroom drama, i'm so engrossed in the books that every thing in real life is just so surreal right now. everything is in a standstill and i cannot think of the right words to say when i actually need to seem intelligent and smart in front of others.
the ib talk was somewhat, retardedly useless. of course, me pierson, paul ,remy, austin and for some unknown reason, nguyen truen quan were 45 minutes late for the talk and happy to linger at the back. after awhile, only me paul and quan were left. the rest went to play cards. lydia yap spotted us and promised to shelter us from the disapproving gaze of the speaker. me and paul stumbeld around somewhat clumsily around the auditorium before settling down in a seat at the edge of the auditorium. the exit sign never looked so appealing.
meh. the talk was purely the speaker reading from the screen, the screen's content was purely everything in the given folder, which i was not given. nothing new.
after awhile, in a desperate bid to keep awake, me and conrad went out to buy food.i had never spent so much money on sea-weed chicken in my life, but i felt generous. for some reason, i had forgotten to take out the wad of ten dollar notes i had so painstakingly saved up during the past week. its all gone now though, i bought new shoes, bought new books, treated my parents to a meal, and now with 20 dollars, i need to buy a bus-pass which costs $27.50. i need a job. or, better, i need to win the lottery.
meh. my life is rather -.- right now. nothing really bothers me, i don't really bother anything. goodbye.
and will you tell all your friends, you've got your gun to my head.
