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: Sunday, March 23, 2008
Posted at: 8:30 PM
My mind is in a mess. So is my room. Darn. Three cups on table, three people in my head. Confirmation of the Youth For Causes thing. Its pretty big. Fort-furikin'-Canning. But hey. Anything could happen from now till then.
I don't know whats been up recently. Sudden waves of fragments of inspiration, taking over me, leading me nowhere. I fear I am getting too distracted. Which reminds me, I haven't completed my holiday homework. Go me. I'm about a third done with the Literature poem analysis which was due last tuesday. Not to mention Chinese holiday homework (due last monday, and of course, the SEA history essay plan and essay itself, thats not done either. Needless to say, the 2000-word history essay isn't done yet, though, as I had told Ms Goh before, I have started on it. Though I've even got my beginning facts horribly wrong.
Sustaining my out-of-school-social life with my academia and other school committments-cum-obligations now seem like such a gargantuan task. However, I'd somehow get by this week, and still breathe to see my beloved LIVERPOOL defeat arsenal over, and over. And over. Go me.
On top of the impossible mountain of holiday homework which I absolutely have to complete by tomorrow, I have been overcome with a wave of sentiment. My fault really, lingering on something which I know, had long ago lingered away. Sigh. All the best, I won't say that it doesn't hurt, cause I feel the pain, yet, I won't say that it hurts, cause I've been numbed. Sigh. I knew not that incoherance was a result of confusion. But really, its not my fault that I notice that you just become hotter and hotter. Maybe its photoshop, oh, the wonders of technology, but no. Its just... Darn Leon, why the superficiality. I can't help it. Looks matter, even though sadly, I possess none of notable quality, however, the logic that I heard recently, either from Sussanah or Deborah was that, the addition of both parties amount to 10... from there, the "marks", so to speak, are allocated. Hmmm. Gives me much to ponder upon should the world have gone my way. It'd probably have been, as what Marcus Tay loves to use ever so frequently, the "juxtaposition" of the century, not barring the fact that the century has even met its decade mark.
To sum it up in three words : I Don't Deserve.
Also, I think its natural human instinct to cringe when insulted, and (a)Insult the offender back, (b)slap the offender, (c)show signs of sensitivity and cry, (d)whine, (e)defend your stance by pointing out past repeated grieviances, (f)cry to daddy.
This isn't a no brainer, however, options (a) (b) and (f) are automatically out (for very very obvious reasons), its leaves (c), (d) and (e). As (c) and (d) are somewhat similar, and I think I would never cry in the face of an insult because it'd show even more weakness and just open up the floodgates for more insults.. (e) is really the logical, and only choice.
Probably, that is what explains my lack of money. Zilch. Flat broke, with only my body to sell.
Sigh.
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