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, November 26, 2008
Posted at: 1:18 PM
The scary things about blogs is that you don't know whether people are blogging about the same kinda things as you, and just hiding stuff under lines and lines of subtext. What's unspoken usually weighs the heaviest.
Looking back, damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. I always look back. I tell myself not to, but I just can't help it. For awhile, I would be fixed on what's ahead, but then every now and then, maybe I hear a song, or some one says something familiar, or I pass by a certain icon or I walk in some place or something, just something would happen, and wham-bam, my world turns, and I'm looking back at things which turned its back on me. I thought it'd be easy, just block out everything and live for whats coming. But increasingly, I find it harder to do that, when everything which comes reminds me of what's gone.
This stinks. I should stop listening to music, I should stop taking the bus home, I should stop reading stuff I should stop going on MSN I should stop blogging, I should stop reading blogs, I should stop talking, I should stop hearing, I should stop seeing.
The world froze, leaving me behind to melt away, unnoticed.
I know where this all went wrong. I spoilt it all by saying something stupid.
I need a sign. Anything. I need direction, I need resuscitation.
