360: don’t you count on me

Whoever said that law didn’t involve mathematics is a liar.

I want to faint and die. What the hell is this? Comparative Corporate Governance, pfft, go die in a fire somewhere!

355: in the mood for love

(Don’t walk away, then turn and say “I love you,” anyway, / you come for the week to love me, and then you up and leave next day.) 

337: and where are the deep shelters?

I have been probably pushing myself too hard. There are things that I don’t need to do, but I have been doing them anyway. This includes stupid things like reading articles and cross-referencing them, putting in citations in my own paper that cite this article which cited that article on this page under this footnote, and drawing an insane number of mindmaps for that last International Company Law exam just so I would remember everything, which I didn’t, in the end. The last three weeks have been crazy and mad, and I’d like to say I’ve barely had time to think, but the truth is I’ve been thinking a lot (and maybe too much), and I don’t like what I come up with. Everything I write does not make sense, now that I read it again, and even though I passed my exam, I am still somewhat unhappy with the results. I want to do well, even if I don’t have to, and this bugs me. Am I asking for too much?

335: she’ll take a tumble on you

The semester is almost over. As usual one is struck by how fast time flies, and the way in which it has flown. People have already gone home, to wherever they came from, and one recalls the tears that I find myself unable to shed. Maybe it was because I was not the one leaving; maybe I did not have sufficient connections with these people. There were lovely people, people I wish I’d known better were I not caught up in my own drama, but three months and meaningful friendships are hard to sustain. One is aware that this is not an excuse and that I could have, if I tried, or bothered to try. That being said, maybe next semester will be different, and one can always hope for the best. Making new friends, sustaining them, remembering why I am here in the first place, living for myself. The world is now and forever waiting for me to explore it. For once I will try not to be defeated by my own inaction. 

331: we can stick around and see this night through

I told someone before that there was no way I was going down the same road again, but it seems that I am, anyway. I’m not making excuses, and who knows how long this will take, and it saddens me a little that I was arrogant enough to think I could overcome it. Because I have, before, and why not this time, right? It’s true; I’m a proud person, and perhaps insanely so. I’ve been brought up to believe that I can do anything, and by extension, if I must do something, it should be something I can do alone. It is perhaps part of being alone all your life; you learn to do things by yourself, or you remain at the bottom of the well. 

Because there is no point in continually dwelling on things I know I cannot change, I am going to try and make myself happy as I possibly can. And yes–there is no point dragging my cumulative luggage with me, though that takes a while to sink in and I probably have to keep telling myself that a million and one times, possibly to no avail. It is hard not to lapse back into the past when I honestly cannot remember the last time I was alone. But on the other hand I am only blind if I do not want to see. I have been talking to K a lot recently, and I am glad he is here; few people are as honest with me as he is, and after all these years, it’s funny how we can pick up where we left off. 

So, the things that made me happy today:

294: youth’s like diamonds in the sun

 

So many adventures couldn’t happen today

So many songs we forgot to play

So many dreams swinging out of the blue

We’ll let them come true

287: and she takes me away to that special place

Right now I feel giggly and happy.

 

267: CLOSE THE DOOR

Continuing my new and exciting series of Things You Never Needed To Know About Law, here is the following judgment from the former Justice of Appeal Karthigesu.

 

 

Everybody, all together now: WTF?

 

ETA: Okay, everybody needs to compare that with this from Lord Justice Chadwick:

265: teo soh lung’s friend

Everybody’s favourite quote,

 

By the way, programs that can highlight PDF documents = win. I am obviously really interested in my work.

 

264: i ♥ the house of lords

“The unhappy results which may follow from incompetent drafting may be, in the case of an instrument held to impose a trust, that it is so much waste-paper, whereas in the case of an instrument differing perhaps on the face of it very little from the invalid trust instrument a good gift of a power to benefit objects may emerge. Thus it is said that in order to avoid fine distinctions the test should be the same for both.“

Hello there. Am I missing something here? Who starts a freaking judgment by saying “incompetent drafting leads to wasted paper so we will just make the test the same”?!?!?!

♥.

263: 怎么看也看不明白

Sian 一半。 

In school on a Saturday when the weather outside is bright and chirpy. Need a haircut. (And a life.) 

就像年轻人难以理解的心态
这个社会怎么越来越奇怪 

262: random eye candy

Okay I know how everyone is damn sick of all the random Japanese shit here… 
But I am freaking OBSESSED with this guy. OMG. 

245: saturday wait, and sunday always comes too late

Just in case you all thought my life was very exciting, let me bring us all back to the plane of reality.  Which is that: 

• I have not stepped out of my house today, did not have lunch, and had Macs da-bao-ed for dinner – except at 9.30pm to drive back to school and get my bloody Constitutional Law textbook out of my pigeonhole. 
• And drive back. 
• And after all this time, I am still at question 3. 
• And my grammar is shot to hell because I keep starting sentences with “And”. 
• And despite not having any prior injuries on the area, my knee really hurts like fuck. Also, my right wrist cracks ominously whenever I move my hand from the keyboard to the trackpad and back. 
• And that the sole highlight of my day has been to finish the last pack of Wasabi Steamed Potato Crackers that I have in my larder, and realize that instead of the usual 5 in the pack, I have 6! SIX!

 

I have cheated the evil manufacturers of an extra 1mm thin biscuit! I rule.   

Naturally I spent most of the day lusting after bags I cannot afford. 

 

242: back to the grind

133: she’s a brick and i’m drowning slowly

hello– it’s been a while. it’s one of those rare times there is a break in between the week, which is mostly hellish: a memorial due on saturday (not done), crim law presentation on friday (not done), a contract law essay thingum due tomorrow afternoon (done), and moots are coming up over the course of the next few weeks, after which the exams beckon once again. strangely enough (or not), i don’t look forward to it in the slightest.

in other news, i seem to have developed an almost fanatical craving for macdonald’s fries (once again). it must be because i read that foodie confidential article at the back of sunday lifestyle about this japanese chef that loves macdonald’s fries to death because nowhere else do they make it as consistently as they do, even though it may be industrially-made and processed, etc. anthony bourdain says even gourmet chefs have plebeian tastes; and if you ever ask somebody what they’d like to eat for their last meal, it’s never ‘the tasting menu at the french laundry’, it’s more likely to be ‘my mother’s cooking’ or whatnot. in addition to fries, the desire for rice seems to be burning. i keep staring at pictures of risotto (with roast pumpkin and roquefort) on the internet and feel utterly devastated that palm sunday seems (still) to be ages away.

i need to stop talking about food. law bash is tomorrow– law ball is the week after, and then moots. meanwhile i seem to have this never-ending cough. maybe it never ends because i keep forgetting to take medicine, even though it’s safely encased in a plastic bag with a spoon in my bag 24/7. and then i think to myself, what a wonderful world.

123: and all the lights that light the way are blinding

it’s been altogether too long since we’ve met. in between lots of things fly by unrecorded. some are things you want to remember, and the rest you can’t decide either way. the week had a few bright points, though it drove both of us to insanity (along with many other people) but anyway chinese new year is coming and i’m very glad i started doing my memorial early — the number of msn nicks relating to memorials is mind-boggling, and the admin person in NUS who came up with the great idea of placing the deadline on reunion dinner day is clearly not chinese. it’s been a long road.

in any case, these two weeks have been stressful. i seem to say that after every assignment, but it seems just to rise to unprecedented heights each time. but it’s a steep learning curve, maybe, though they say in law, it never ends. there are more white hairs on my head in the past few months than i’ve had my whole life; maybe my coasting days are over. one day i got so crazy and frustrated over memorial i took off and sulked in a corner of the school, and today at 4pm i was still scrambling to mark citations and the day seemed to pass in a blur. i don’t remember much of this week, aside from going to school at 9am every day and working on my memorial the moment lessons ended till school closed, then going home to work on it some more. LAWR is taking up a crazy part of my life and really should be 8 credits for the amount of work we put in it. my crim and contract readings are left on my beanbag to rot the rest of their natural lives away. sigh. J estimates that during memorial season he spends an average of two nights a week at my house. since it will forever be memorial season, i suspect we’ll be seeing much more of him in the future.

in other news, my new year clothes are very pretty. but they are all in some variation of black! oops.

check out the crazy antics we get up to when we’re stressed out.

on 04 x fanfare the moment dennis walked in while patrick was reading joseph constantine day

note how i look like a rockstar whereas patrick just looks gay. i present my mooting partner, everyone
and guys, the best way to studying: eat your paper

actually the only reason why this series of pictures came about is because my mother bought mini mandarin oranges for chinese new year (and i love them, i keep eating them, they have no seeds) and they’re so mini and fascinating i just had to blog about it to show everyone the splendour of its miniscule size. nevertheless it degenerated into a photowhoring session on a wonked-out sunday night

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on another note, picnics kick ass. island life, we love it

that day we worked for the first half of the day. later on in the afternoon i was made to hide my head under a jacket (or some other similar visually-impairing action) all the way while he drove on and on to forever and neverland, and made to walk down an interminably long slope with my eyes closed. later that night i realised valentine’s day is pretty amusing to watch on the streets. all the guys had flowers in one hand and their girlfriend in the other. well, all except for one angmoh kid whose t-shirt said:

i’m with stupid
(insert x number of derogatory adjectives here, cos i didn’t read)
i’m single