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: Saturday, December 20, 2008
Posted at: 11:29 PM
The past hours since I last woke up from slumber has been, to say the least, reflective. There's a fine line between being in a thoughtful serene mood and being plain bored, and though sometimes I do step across that line, I feel that the day still preserved most of the contemplative airs that a lazy windy saturday afternoon deserves.
Christmas is around the corner, and I guess that is what is causing this flow of thoughts rushing through my mind. As I pace through the wide aisles of the garguantan Vivo City, this question has popped up in my head numerous time. Have I been naughty or nice this year?
I suppose that is one question which I am not inclined to answer definitely with my own judgement, but I am still allowed to give my own myopic opinions on this.
A lot of things have changed over the course of twelve short months, I know I sure have. I guess introduction into life in Junior College has had an effect equalling that of an armaegaddon in my life. The upheaval of a system which I had been so used to.
My elitist upbringing was now exposed to a lifestyle which I thought was light years away from my orbit. It showed me new lifestyles, new insights, new perspectives, new meanings. On the whole, these revelations offering me privileged glimpses into the human soul have indeed filled the gaping holes in my quest for ansers, and my brain has absorbed these lessons like sponge.
I have change. Not on my own accord, by no means. Old friends mould me with their timeless quirks, new people enter my life and swept it upside down, leaving behind a their mark.
I shall cut short this rant due to my dying laptop battery.
All in all, as the year approaches a close, I know that as time goes by, the shape of my human nature will be transformed accordingly, and when I do my year-end reflections next year, I will be a completely different person, not even able to recognise that this passage of writing was previously envision from a very same brain, with a very different mind.
As I sing my song which is without chorus,
as I walk the road which is without path,
the song will sing, and the path will show,
until the last bells toll, one last time,
for the forgotten tsar.
