the skies arent that gray

two down, one more to go! ( :
imagine, once monday comes (assuming we survive),
THE MFCKING EXAMS WOULD HAVE BEEN OVER !

can you imagine what life will be like?
never, ever, will we feel remotely sleepy (we'll be in bed the entire day; never, ever, will we be stuck in the study room all day (we'll be in town); never, ever, will we have to deal with hopelessly blur kfc employees and sit on the stairs eating soggy fries (too much fastfood for a long time); never, ever will we have to drink that drain-water they pretend is instant coffee (starbucks peppermint mocha)!
not anymore!

but for now, this is what it is.
and i present to you, a photo-documentary how life for us now is.
i quote risse (and her photo of the peas), LIRB (life is really bleak).


(1) nothing like wasabi crackers to keep you choking and hopefully awake




(2) wedding screensaver, to bring some happiness into the study room




(3) night before the property exam, tabbing my notes to de-stress




(4) back to kindergarten, much less offensive than highlighters




(5) glenda is to dodo fishballs what britney spears is to starbucks




(6) inspiraton for michelle's wedding photo next time !

equity trumps the torrens system !

[ONE]
If you were stranded on an island, what would you bring?
my own exam survival kit ( :




[TWO]
Dress Code for the Property Exam? ( :
Walsh v Lonsdale, friends!




[THREE]
Because this was Risse's msn nick and
because sometimes, judges do speak sense.

Glanville Williams —
Slippery slope arguments are “the trump card of the traditionalist because no proposal for reform, however strong the arguments in favour, is immune from the objection. In fact the stronger the arguments in favour of a reform, the more likely it is that the traditionalist will take the slippery slope objection – it is then the only one he has.’

"I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code."

if geek is the new sex, then i reckon we're all sex gods/goddesses these days ( :

and on a not too unrelated sidenote, a few days back i suddenly remembered something —

does anyone remember that this time last year (i.e. period of frantic studying), we moved a sofa from the 5th floor to a classroom on the 3rd floor! remember? we carted it into the lift and were trying our goddamn hardest not to laugh, but failed spectacularly when the lift door opened on the 4th floor and there was this guy standing outside looking absolutely shocked, and we just burst into laughter, hurriedly pressing the 'door close' button.

tell me you remember! or are you pretending not to, because you remember falling asleep in that comfy thing while ploughing through sls notes, or because you spent too many hours admiring michael scofield's wonderfully tattooed naked torso?

the pope of pop

I've got 3402742402 photos documenting the weekend ( :

But I can't post them because Preview keeps crashing on osx leopard when I attempt to alter the colours etc. So while we patiently await Mac's issuing a software update for Preview, we've got a preview (heh) of Andy Warhol. The Pope of Pop, they call him.

wisdom through the ages

"You can have your cake and eat it too,
if you only eat some of it", says H Patrick Glenn.

(finally something understandable)

miu miu vernice pop pump!

the wingtip stitching, the candy colour blocking, the glossy patent finish and the chunky heel! at USD 525, a girl can dream, can't she?

merry(wo)men

This time last year,

Michelle was huddled in one corner of the Law Library, frantically pouring over Breach of Contract, only to discover at 9pm, 2 hours before the deadline of the binder memo that they made a gigantic mistake;

Ruizi was sitting on the carpet along the shelves on the third floor, using a stool as a table for her laptop, flipping through the littleredbook of citation and cutting 240327 words from her memo;

Uni was on the first floor, rushing to print their entire binder (3 files thick), using the printer Mok brought from home;

And Anna and Glenda were rushing their memo, making their friend wait 2 hours so that he could go out for dinner with them.

And now, we're all huddled in a classroom, fighting the zzz monster and reading the incredibly small print on our CLT notes :/ Cheers, babes. To the end of lawr?

Happy Together - Chun Gwong Cha Sit

we popped the champagne. but now we're at our last glass. someone proposes a toast, and you clink glasses. you take your last sip of that champagne, taking your time to remember that delicate dry bittersweetness on your lips. it is the end of the night. pack up those glasses, lovely.