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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: Monday, May 05, 2008
Posted at: 5:37 PM
Woah, so on the 17th of May, we're playing after Stellastory and Cardinal Avenue.
On the 3rd of June, we're going right before Caracal and Electrico. Shit. Anyone feels any bit of pressure here?
Anyway, on a screwed up note. Apparently, the piano repair centre fucked-up the piano delivery schedule and I'd only get my beloved piano back tomorrow. Shit. I built up this bubbling expectancy of being able to express myself as I like (no matter how horrendous it may sound) on the piano, and now, the faggots at the piano repair centre just delayed it till tomorrow, where I'd only be able to reach home at 11pm due to jamming for Rock Of Malaria. Shit. Which means I'd actually only get to touch the smooth ivory keys which unlocks my soul on wednesday.
Pardon my foul language. I'm just really really really really really pissed off at stuff now. I mean, the piano repair centre psycho-ed my parents to send the piano off for a whole effing month to get it done, and I think the least they could do was to send it back on time. So much for good service, Cristofori.
Oh well. Life sucks more and more as we grow older and un-wiser.
ACS(I)'s investiture. No comment on the ceremony. I guess it was exactly as I expected. The speech by the incoming president was really outstanding though. After the investiture, I lingered around abit, and met up with teachers, friends, and the principal who I missed so dearly. After exchanging formalities, things became slightly more casual, and gosh. I really respect the man for being so graceful and dignified. Its really hard to be in his position, and the way he carries himself is really remarkable. New found respect for the man. The principal of ACS(I) whose name I am not obliged to reveal on a public domain for fear of being persecuted with slander. However, I don't think this post would be reported, because if anything, it praises the man. Heh. Look at me rambling.
Anyhoos, the feeling of sitting down in the big hall, hearing the pastor speak, the droning voices of the guest of honour, the immature comments of the group of obnoxious secondary school kids seated behind me. All these, brings back the fleeting nostalagia which I thought had escaped my once blue veins. Now I learnt, that while my arteries flow a sea of crimson red, my veins remain as blue as the pants I wore for ten years before.
Truly, it was an emotional moment for me to sing the ACS anthem in the ACS campus itself, and it must have seemed extremely strange to the councilors of other Junior Colleges, seeing a person wearing a blazer emblazoned with the Victorian logo spout of the ACS anthem with such fervour. Lets me put this all in an analogy, which I have becomed increasingly used to incorporating into my essays. Now when I respire, I inhale the Victorian spirit. When I breathe out, the AC kid within me is set free, and does my talking. When you merge two things together, for example, when you merge two toes together, you get a megatoe. When you merge two types of school spirits together, you get, mega-school-spirit. Okay. That was a private joke, forgive me, its all in the mood.
It was really comforting, seeing the acknowledgement of familiar faces, acquaintances, all bombarding me questions about my choice of school. My answer, "it paid off, I've gone where few people like me chose to go, and learnt from it more than I could learn in a classroom."
The next time, on fridays when we sing the Victorian anthem with gusto, in my heart, will be this unsupressible voice, singing "ACS forever".
