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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.

Oh, how much I missed the thrill of attaining the correct answer of a math question, and now I'm relivin' that sweet gratifying moment.

When I went downstairs for the second time just now (because I returned my rented movies on to find out that I left the second disk of 'Eagle Eye' in the computer), my mp3 player chanced upon the song 'Friday I'm in Love', and somehow, that just calmed me down, and I was suddenly feeling oh so serene!

I'm am so utterly happy with my life right now that I can't stand it! Some paranoic spot in my brain actually speculates that this high would only be followed by a dip in the graph of contentment (abit like kondratiev's cycles eh?), but NO! I won't stand for it! I'll fight malcontent to the end!!

I'm like, reverse Bosola!

Omg, I should stop making un-funny literature-related jokes.



i don't care if monday's blue
And so, the week flew by, like a big pizza pie, oh, I think it's a-moh-ray!

Okay, and so while I'm being totally hooked on maid-watching, something else blows me away, like never before.

Oh, taken down to the paradise city!



topsy kretts!
Woah man, today is hot hot hawt!!

The sun is seriously blistering man, it's like 36 degrees or something? Argh, global warming man, oh icebergs, please stop melting? For me? :/

So I missed maths remedial once more, oh well, I really don't know my own stance on maths.. Its quite screwed, but perhaps I should persevere on.

Okay, I'm gonna laze around home till like 4 plus, then join the class for dinner, and then go for the band concert! Yay!



oh, you talk like you're famous, you're shameless.
Today was a great day, really satisfying and stuff, and I'm so tired now!

I actually did work in school during a free period! Oh my gosh, unprecedented! Like, reading up in depth on the first half of the India-Pakistan conflict, and learning from scratch how too do Binomial distribution, I feel rather accomplished. Of course, they are always people who mar my joy, but I'm used to it, so there.

After that, I slacked for like, EVER!! Seriously man, waiting for nothing to happen between 1 to 3, because the rest of the class was stuck in economics!

I crashed the class (at Sarah Cheong's request), and I totally answered the questions being asked. I would have owned in econs lah, totally.

The girls won soccer! So happy for them, they really worked their socks off and were the more dominant team physically and technically. Was sinking in the atmosphere and experiencing the school spirit. How invigorating.

So that left me going home to have dinner. After dinner, I just fell asleep while watching 'Rogue Assassin' on TV. I've been flitting between consciousness (on the couch) since like, 8.30pm how about that?

Finally gonna bathe (I feel so dirty!) and then gonna sleep in preparation for the long day tomorrow :/

Since my favourite signing off fashion is taken up and I don't want to be deemed as an obvious copy cat, I'd say now,

Au revoir!



now now, I feel the chilling stares,, but oh, I'm too hot to handle so don't get scalded now.
Oh oh oh, this is going to be pleasant! I'm going to make match, set and game mine, I'm going to be judge, jury and executioner, what ever it is, I'm coming up tops!


Ah, maths, maths, maths. What-ever shall I do about maths? Shalt I drop it? Argh, decisions, decisions, so many decisions. Sigh. I guess I'd persevere on.

Haha, I'm going to try salvaging my mathemtiques now!





expansive, electric, exotic
I guess its really apparent, that's where I stand. Its okay, it doesn't matter, I'm at peace with it all, and I can live with it.

I'm more than that, and I guess it'd not show now, not that its my loss, in all honesty, I'm used to it, and I've been preparing. Now that its apparent, it's alright.

Haha, oh my, today was a great day actually! Oh my goodness. American pie, chestnut, step-up, but still, the maid, owns all! Even jeremy has to admit that now!

Woah, I achieved quite a bit today, went for ALL MY LESSONS, including maths lecture! Well, I did sleep through it, but at least I was there!

I think I've got some momentum going now.




have I got my ticket aboard the orient express?
Woah, after the intense 'academic rigour', I think I'm inspired to sit down and start settling down to do my work! Today's hockey match was a refreshing break from the normal bleakness, and boy, was the match great! Oh, what a splendid splendid view.

Ahhhh! I'm so smitten, I'm hopeless. Sobs.

Haha, I think I'm shaken out of this weird mood I've been in recently, and now, I'm ready to face the world and all it can offer me again!

Oh yay!!


Oh, how I wish I could just open my mouth, and the words would flow forth!




Oh, she's wearin' a killer smile to kill me.
Everyone needs a break once in a while, no matter how busy everything is, or no matter how many things need to be done. When I feel that I have accomplished something, I want to celebrate and enjoy the achievement, no matter how small or big, with all the people who matter. And then, back to the monotony of work.

I like colour in my life.



the texan, the kid, the oriental, the angelic old maid
Whee, I'm in a state of transcendence and some sort of euphoria. Staying up till 5.30 a.m. has its qwerks. Okay, after spending another 4 hours on another draft, I'm going to eat breakfast now! Carl's Ju or something!


Then to the library.


My doubters encroach upon me, forcing me to go hide in my corner and recluse.
Today was a mad rush, especially since I woke up at 10.30 am, totally oversleeping through my math remedial. Luckily, Mr. Wong was nice about it when I faced him.

Rushed to do up my biblio before heading for lunch with my two brothers, and chiong-ed to the Esplanade en route to school, to pick up a book, but I ended up doing a full-scale research, and got loads of other relevant (I hope :/) material instead!

Then, cabbed down to school (so much for trying to save money huh :/) cause it was already past the stipulated reporting time when I was leaving the library.

When I reached school, I wrote my cue-sheet like the wind! Pretty happy that it lasted me the whole night without any screw ups!

The performance was great! I really really felt super inspired by the phatom track, and 'Pomp and Circumstance'. The Pirate's soundtrack really brought a gush of emotion within me, and my mind just swelled up in all its grandeur. Catharsis indeed. The power of music.

Caught a nice relaxing coffee after the show, and rushed home where I am now!

What a day, what a day, what a day! (Haha! couldn't resist.)


childish, petty, ignorant etc., this just underlines the fact of the matter, but what the fuck, i thought everyone knew. and i'm sorry. its quite sad that i realise i'm probably the one more in need, but oh well, i can't keep dragging everyone down can i. that would be plain selfish, and i don't think i am a selfish person. perhaps i was, but i learnt, because someone else bore the brunt, and i never want that to happen again.
Ah yes! Satisfaction and closure at last, after one whole long agonising year of just waiting for nothing to happen.

I finally got the CIP forms for ROCK ON MYANNMAR ready!!

Oh joy of all joys! I'm so relieved. Man, sorry guys, for the long wait, but yeah, they're be out soon, fresh from the press.

Now all you have to do, is to come to 20 Marine Vista and collect them from me!


Tomorrow is the string's concert, Strings from the Silver Screen! I'm pretty nervous for it though, emceeing for a formal event, when I can't even gather the right words to say in front of a crowd of one.

Everytime I start tripping over my own words, I'm inevitably reminded of a time, not too long ago, but long enough to be push to the back of my head, where I used to be so, so erm, exceedingly afraid of screwing up what I would say. And I'd end up running around KAP just to prevent me from digging my own grave.

It's totally no different now, in a weird kinda way, it's just the same old brand new me.

It's funny, the way things are shrugged off so damn blatantly in an attempt to create a false truth. Oh, believe me, if it had been a one-way street, I would've crashed long ago, and I'm thankful that I swerved in time, before the exit to nowhere.



and don't, for a second think that I can/can't do without this
Let's evaluate today.

I think, today was pretty darn awesome. From the start, I didn't oversleep! That's always a good beginning. Wait, hold on, it gets better. On my way to school, in the bus 36, it started to pour. The rain beat down so heavily, that it left me and quite a few other VJ people stranded at the bus stop at St. Pat's. I thought that it was pure gloom from then on, but NO.

A double-decker bus emerged from the far distance, and I could barely make out the numbers 'one' and 'three' on its luminous signboard. I made nothing of the bus' arrival, as it was just a common event, but, when the bus door opened, I swear the wind blew everything away as an angelic chorus descended from the heavens to sing and usher one of their own down the steps of the bus.

*Shudders and melts*

In that moment, nothing mattered but that rosy face and that coy grin that could break a million hearts. Awwwwwww.. I wouldn't have minded being stranded at that bus stop for a longer period of time. My morning could not have been any better.

Okay, enough of this hyperbolic talk, I'm smitten, but not TOTALLY taken over.

Lessons came and went as per normal, and when school ended, I managed to rush over to CCAB to catch ALOYSIUS HO in action against CJC. A toughly contested draw, but still made it to the next stage I think.

After that, was a mad rush home to change before heading down to the Esplanade.

Despite the whole hullabaloo about not getting enough tickets, we still managed to acquire the required number (and more, sorry Geri), before heading down for dinner at Glutton's Bay. Wolfed down our food and rushed for the CHOIR CONCERT.

I must say, it was really really enjoyable, even cute at times. The choreography and arrangement was appropriate and did enhance the audience's experience. Of course, during the interval, we took the chance to move into a far better seat location, and relaxed to the soothing tones of the VJC choir.

Tomorrow, is going to be a long day. But its'alright, I feel I've accomplished alot today already, if you know what I mean, but you never know what I mean, so I guess thats okay! :)





take me to places I never knew I never knew.
And so, I spent my whole day at home, caught up with doing the dreaded Critical Commentory. I'm rather behind time here, gosh, procrastination would be the death of me! I pledge not to procrastinate ever again! Or maybe not.

I'm feeling much better now, my throat doesn't hurt anymore, but theres still that unexplainable irritating feeling in my head that makes me feel like I'm still unwell. Ah, the many nights of perturbed sleep and that awesomest buffet dinner did me in. But now that I've cleared my head, I guess now's the best time to jump headfirst into that pile of work I had been reserving for don't know when.

Today, I'd be productive, I swear it.

I'd finish up my performance theory, and CHINA essay.


Three cheers for five essays.


Where're you from, you secksy thing
And I'm curious,
how do you t-t-turn me on,
from those cameras.

Wearing a killer smile to kill me.

I swear she looks straight to me,
from the hollywood scene,
I can't stand too close to the screen.

Cause everywhere I go,
she's always on my mind.





Leon's taking on the world again, let's go!
So here I am at home, dying out of loser-ish-ness cause I'm not feeling well, this time, legitimately. I guess this really just epitomises the term, probably the most slack period of my entire academic life, I've either been really sick, waking up late, or feeling down and thus unable to clock in substantial amounts of study time. And that's only on weekdays. Weekends were squandered away, thought not regretted at all, and as what Kenrick and I deduced, its probably a 'cause and effect' thing.

Doesn't stop me from wanting to have my fair share of fun though.


Here's 'to sweet beginnings and bitter endings', and the happiness in between.


A solo cello outside the chorus
Just came back from a superbly awesome mother's day dinner with the family! Everyone was there, the FIVE real members and the TWO 'crashers' who neutralised the testosterone level of the family, to a certain extent. Buffet dinners are so satisfying. At lunch today, I completely forgot my resolution made last night to forgo any meals to conjure up an appetite for dinner, but nonetheless, I still ate the most!

I mean, what was I to do? Unlimited tender fish and bacon! If you were me, you'd do the same too! Oh oh, and the Marshmallow + Chocolate fondue fountain was to die for! Absolutely delicious!

HAPPY (belated by one day) MOTHER'S DAY, mum! Thank goodness you'd never see this, if not I'd just die of mushiness. Hope you savour your nice new necklace!



The winds are blowing me in a different direction. Not sure where it leads, but I sure as hell ain't gonna fight it. After all, when you see a butterfly flutter by, its sure to lead you to a secret garden, full of wonder and amazement.

So I'd just be gone with the wind, flying, flying, away and beyond, into the oblivion of bliss.
I learnt the real meaning of a really powerful word today.

Solitude.

Let me share something with the people who visit this abstract green salvo.

What I concluded, on my little venture, is that this word is made out of three different words.

Solo, living, attitude.

Some people might say that solitude is bad, but that's just a reflection of their attitude when they are going solo.

On the contrary, others like me, whom I believe are the minority, have acquired a flair for some good solitude. (Now, don't judge me on my grammar, I'd interpret the word the way my C5 english would interpret it.)

I guess its only in the face of nothing at all that I can really find myself, cliche and lame as it may seem, but stripped of the rest of the world, all I have is me, and if I can't even find myself, then I've got nothing.

Standing a hundred metres above ground, looking at roads I'm so familiar with from the high ground, the nice cool night breeze carressing my cheeks, the stars and moon shining down, lighting the sky adoringly.

What I saw in my reflection wasn't pretty. Then again, I wasn't looking into a mirror, so I guess that made sense. I mean, my 'inner child'. The one which I so frequently whined that everyone was trying to 'kill'. I tried to communicate with that boy, and I realised that he is selfish, petty, grudg-ly, self-absorbed, and just pure frustrating to try to reach out to. I guess I don't blame everyone else for wanting to kill him.

I would too.

Oh, what a transcendent moment. A brief reprive from the many things haunting me, invading and pervading my 'chi'. And now, I guess I'm back at trying to break through the impasse.

But I know it'd be easier now.

I found myself, for however brief this moment of self-realisation is (for I can predict that tomorrow, I'd hold a completely different view from my current philosophy), I can be assured for ever, that I do exist, wholly and truly, and if I search hard enough, I know I'd find myself again,

and this search, with the rewards of fulfillment that I now know it brings, has determined my solo living attitude.


but I still can't go to rest, not just yet.
i remember having forced myself to believe i was doing the right thing, only to have myself proven dead wrong.


i remember alot of things, quite specifically actually. but somehow i can't translate that kind of memory power to school work. haha. damn.


and come to think about it, it was just a lie then wasn't it. if it was otherwise, it would have ended there and then, and i would have been happy for that moment, instead of having to suck it up and swallow everything that had been hidden behind forced smiles and nervous laughter.


end of the day, the battle's lost and won.


woah, i posted so many things in a single day, all on the stream of thought.


i guess it is true, when they say i think too much.


its time to take control for once, and actually stick to decisions that i make, without letting negative externalities hold any kind of influence over me.

easier said than done.
He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes,
started making his way but
its two in the morning,
he hasn't been sober for days.

leaning now, into the breeze,
remembering sunday,
he falls to his knees.

they had breakfast together,
but two eggs don't last like the
feeling of what he needs.

now this place is familiar to him.
oh, and really, i'm not down or anything, its just the weather.

and its prevailent mood of dreariness.


so people, don't ask if i'm alright, cause the answer is clear as the sky.
I'd think more than just twice next time.

And I guess the lesson is that, if you don't understand something, don't try to, cause you would miss the understanding.

So the week didn't end on the high which I thought it would have. I'm feeling particularly 'sian' and restless now i guess.

Maybe a nice walk in the cool night breeze will clear my head a little.

After the Liverpool match though, there's something appealing about holding onto something that's not yours to lose.


I'm in the past, and I'm not caring.

I'm past caring.


I cared because I thought I wasn't the only one
Well, I guess that the fact that some unpalpable enigmatic force from somewhere refuses the posting of my two previous attempts at blogging means that that post just wasn't meant to meet the light of day.

Just as well, it doesn't make any sense now anyway.

I took it as a sign, I guess being a student deeply infatuated with the nuances of literature, I take almost anything as a sign, or at least, as a symbollic representation.

That's when I read too much into the text.


Little white, please never go away from me. You're almost like a brother.
Argh, i hate myself for doing this, i hate myself for doing this, i hate myself for doing this.

No, wait, i love myself for this, i love myself for doing this, i love myself for doing this.

whoosh. talk about indecision.



The 5 'C's
Just when I figured I was being figured out.

Furikin' hell.

Should've known beta.





and... when little white turns to ash, everything would be grey again won't it.
isn't quite sad that it takes a single moment to realise how fake and manipulative you can really be.

maybe its just me, but i haven't been leaving by my own code recently.

you know, i prepare to be unprepared, and while i envision something, the contrary end result never fails to put a smile on my face.

live it love it, the man in the mirror.

i guess clarity would only make it all too clear, on how obscure everything is.

there can be no end i guess, no fixed boundaries demarcating absolution.

absolut-ly.

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