More Emotions Spilled Out for The World to See

Oh fate, why do you torment me so? Why do I suffer a painful love life? Why do I not yet feel what it's like to experience a girl's warm and tender love for me?

There you go. A spontaneously made in 2-minutes, half-Shakespearean rant......Not really my style, but it'll do for now.

See, I've always been in love with the opposite gender. And I mean always. My first crush was when I was in kindergarten, for God's sake! It was kinda like those Hollywood movies where the underdog falls for the pretty, long-haired girl that's typically "way over your league, homeboy". She even came with a posse' of 1 that was dedicated to hating my guts.

That aside, I've a few small-time crushes again till I transferred from Sri Garden to MBS primary during Standard 4, where I was virtually cut off from any charming and pretty females for a LONG time.....

Ah....then it was during the ever-so-fateful 50th Merdeka Dance rehearsals that I was introduced to such a wonderful group of girls. Trisha, Ling, Daph, Illyantra, Abby....I met more girls in 1 month that time than I did in 1 decade.....kinda funny when you look at it this way....

Yet still the only love I've ever experienced is unrequited love, after unrequited love after unrequited love and you know the rest......hmph....and here my friends keep ranting about me still being single....

Yes, I'm still single( as if it wasn't painfully obvious already...) and hoping to find a girlfriend sooner rather than later, preferrably after SPM, 'cause studies matter, I guess.....It's sorta ironic, you see. To love so much, but to recieve none in return.....

I don't get it, really. Am I just not cool enough for them? Not handsome or atheltic enough? Because I'm not a tall and slim Interact Club member stereotype? I know I'm not much of a loser. I'm not much of a winner either. I don't even stand out from the crowd even though I'm not a friggin' stereotype.

So what do I have to do? What do I have to do to get her to love me back? Be myself? Yeah, although myself will never win me thy fair maiden's heart....guess I'll just sit it out and wait. Wait until I can finally have my beloved in my arms. Till then, I've got my options open. Although I only know a few girls, it's those select few that I feel I should continue chasing.....


Cheers.
Leon

Burglaries in MBS

Once again, personal belongings from my classmates have been stolen.....this time, It's Yong Jie's motorbike helmet. And yet once again, the suspect's a Form 4 Indian. Not to say I'm a racist, but those damn bastards are seriously good for nothing.

I can see them lying half-dead on the streets with a packet of crack(drugs) in their semi-rotten hands in the near future.

I'll gladly say I'll put a bullet through their God-forsaken heads to end their misery. (But since they're going to hell, doesn't that make it the beggining of their misery? Oh well.....)

Dark enough for you? I'm that way when it comes verbally barraging those so below me they put even dirt to shame.

Memoirs of MBS's Family Day '08

My team during the Battle-Field laser tag game. I'm the one in the red jersy






Kinda obscene, yet totally effective for 5C's advertising campaign





Another ad. Kind of makes you wanna laugh. Kind of.

Photo by Zhi Hao. Lung Chuin looking at me like I'm some sorta idiot....I kind of look like one, don't I? He later yelled at me playfully "Don't 'chee-kik' lar...."

I honestly thought no one would decide to take a photo of me 'syok sendiri'-ing with the laser tag guns....turns out you can't enjoy even one moment of your silly childhood ways without being caught red-handed....my bad, then.

What a hectic day that was. My class was in charge of drinks. I hardly did anything as I was fully dedicated to the Battle-Field game by U6K.....yay, my team won 2nd place overall.

Of Missing Handphones and Broken-Into Lockers

First of, it's not my hand phone that's missing and not my locker that was broken into ( if we even HAD lockers for regular students in MBS...)

It was Jiun Ee's hand phone that was stolen form the Librarians' Locker located in the librarians' entrance to the school library (key word: library-ness) because someone stole his set of keys, which so happens to be master key for all six lockers doors.

So whoever had them had the damn luxury of taking his time to pilfer whatever the bastard wanted within the treasure cove that is that locker. You should have seen Jiun Ee's face when he ranted out to us about what happened.

Hell hath no wrath than a Jiun Ee scorn
-Leonhart Woon-

P.S. I hope you manage to pin that bastard of a thief Jiun Ee, I really do. And I'll be there to help you turn him into pulp.

Memoirs of a lonely crusader

Every human has his or her flaws. That was how we were designed. That was how we will live our lives. I'm no different.

Somehow, I always seem to freak people out one way or another, provided they know me well enough. ESPECIALLY girls........

Hell, it's already bad enough I know so few, yet I had to have the most rotten damn luck of having this stupid attitude of being so clingy around them?

Eddy Wong and Terry Chan both told me to get serious and find a girlfriend and change my public image. I told them the girl I'm after is not interested in me (so what else is new?) and I only let my hair be its dull n uneventful self when I'm in school, unless I want the principle's Scissors of Mutilation all over me....

Yeah, a very important person once told me that my low self esteem isn't making me any more attractive, and I've lived by her code till today. Yet I keep feeling so ashamed of myself for being such a wimp at times and that I can't even get a girl to like me properly as a close friend.....

I have gotten way too much flak from people saying it's time I got a girlfriend, almost half of my entire class! But seriously, do they know how painful it is for me? To be always the one falling in love with a girl but never the one whom the girl falls in love with? To be never considered more than just a friend?

I really wish she would understand how I feel about her and how important she means to me and how happy I'd be if she replied my sms-es at least once a week....at least spare me a moment's thought, my princess. I've already spent so many days with you in my mind......