Oh to Get Away with Laziness

Jun 25th, 2018 Blog Entry Louis Leung 2 min read

I’m not a working bee. I’m resigned to my laziness, embrace it, see it as a way to spotlight my brains. This idea that I should trade time for money is ridiculous, not because I dislike money, mind you, but because I don’t understand why we absolutely have to work hard to get it. I think working hard is a lie. We’re conditioned to be…

Odd Superstitions

Jun 16th, 2018 Blog Entry Louis Leung 1 min read

Everyone has superstitions. These are mine: Joes and Chrises People named Joe, Jo, Joanne, Joana, Joey, etc. have been very good in my life. Even the ones I’ve had bad experiences with turned out terrific — some ten or fifteen years down the road. And anyone named Chris, Kris, Christine, Kristina, Christie, etc. have been awful for me. My brief flirtation with Christianity even turned…

What Bullies Really Are

Jun 15th, 2018 Blog Entry Louis Leung 2 min read

Sadism is abundant in my novels. I think it comes from a lifetime of being bullied. I understand bullies the way a leper understands gawkers. When you’re a loner like me, an introvert, someone who’s weird and a peacemaker, you’re a magnet for bullies. I recognize the type right away. They come hard at you, prop you up to a ready-made audience (the main source…

Nocturnal by Birth

Jun 14th, 2018 Blog Entry Louis Leung 2 min read

I had always been nocturnal, tracing back to my first days at the hospital. While the other babies slept, dreaming of whatever babies dreamt on their first day of existence, I was just lying there, two beady black eyes making since of things and comforted by the darkness. When the sun came up and the babies hollered, I slept soundly while they demanded love and…

A Sample of Being Bullied

Jun 10th, 2018 Blog Entry Louis Leung 5 min read

I remember my first bully. I was eight years old, eating alone. Just like as an adult, I always had difficulty making friends because I’m a natural introvert and a loner. Being an only-child, my immigrant parents had sheltered me from other kids, so even though I had an above-average imagination, I also stuggled to be social. This made me a magnet for Jesus. Not…