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.
Hairy porters probably smell bad. Wouldn't trust them with the gates much.
Posted on: Monday, July 13, 2009
Posted at: 11:03 PM
And then it occured to me, that perhaps it wasn't my fault, and it hasn't been all this while. Possibly (oh, and this is VERY possibly), I just think too much of myself, and come to think about it, nothing had actually mattered at all.
That's when I started feeling sorry for myself. Oh, being so prone to my boundless imaginations and illusions of grandeur that I forget, that I'm just another small fish in a big pond. A frikkin' huge pond, for that matter.
A-levels, how quaint. I feel the need to excel in this, I'd like to assure everyone, that I do care enough about myself, to try preparing for my presentation once I hit the 'Publish' button. Try.
Otherwise, oh what-the-hell, I'll get on by. I always do. I think.
Oh, it's easier when I've got myself split and stored in seven entities. Like, whats-his-name and his horcruxes.
