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.
We didn't start the fire. At least, I didn't.
Posted on: Sunday, January 13, 2008
Posted at: 1:07 PM
Went for the "party" yesterday night, had quite abit of fun! Go me! Played "Concentration", "Indian Poker" and other random games. Also played "bridge" in which I was unable to win a single set due to SOMEBODY'S retarded biddings. I mean, 4 Clubs? I had two Club cards, and Gabriel called me out as his partner - Furikin'.
I feel that there was a little bit of tension there, which is unexplainable, and somewhat retarded as there is totally nothing going on there. But thats only me over-reading the situation as usual.
Zero Eight Eh One Two is pretty much the most awesome class within Victoria Junior College's Year one cohort. It'd seriously be very disheartening and demoralising and altogether, different should anybody be edged out of the school/class due to O-level results. I of course, am particularly afraid that my grades aren't up to my preliminary examination's level. And that is very possible to happen, as I myself, along with some other people emphasised that my prelim results were a "freak-accident". I'd like to euphemise it as being "lucky".
Oh and Four point Four two thousand seven, I haven't forgotten any of you. Not one bit. Never had, never will. In fact, I've made so many attempts to keep in touch and keep meeting up with you guys! Skeptical? Remember when I cabbed all the way from furikin' Marine Parade to King Albert Park? Or how we met up at Swirl. Most recently yesterday, when Paul and I initiated lunch? Love you guys. Thanks for coming down yesterday to those who did. If anyone mentions that I've let the new override the old, I'll stuff Gene up his asshole.
Four Point Four Two Thousand Seven, Less Than Three.
Hello Leon, please slow down, you're going too fast for me, which is also you actually, but yeah Leon, you get the point. Lower the gear a notch. Feel the breeze, admire the trees, let all things cease.
