gimme a new word for 'over'

It’s like the smell of burnt toast. You made the toast. You looked forward to it. You even enjoyed making it, but it burned. What were you doing? Was it your fault? It doesn’t matter anymore. You open the window but only the very top layer of the smell goes away. The rest remains around you. It’s on the alls. You leave the rooms but it’s on your clothes. You change your clothes but it’s in your hair. It’s on the thin skin on the tops of your hands. And in the morning, it’s still there.

— Seven Types of Ambiguity by Elliot Perlman

What could I have said? What did you expect me to say anyway?
Then again, I don't think it matters to you at all. So yeah, please don't bother, just go do your own thing. There's no need for you to do any of this. After all, surely you are happy enough with your perfect little life as it is. Don't think there's a need for you to feel any better, sweetheart.

weekend warriors

(1) Life in the Study Room — Mok & Jeremy, Concussed.
Mok the convent girl, with the chicken-backside ponytail,
Jeremy the Rare Visitor to BTC.




(2) Michelle's apparent embarrassment, after we burst into a birthday song in the study room at midnight. Happy 21st Birthday lah, Woman. Time to Blossom and Bloom (:




(3) Surprising as it may be, Life Outside the Study Room!

At Spize after Butter/Zouk, Charlene with a cigarette behind her ear.




A drunk Isaac and I, Cameo by Desiree's belt
(which Isaac brought home as a momento).




Aight that's all (:
On a not-too-minor sidenote,
OUR ONE-YEAR HOLIDAY IS 10 DAYS AWAY :D

cruel professors studying romances

Part II of my Legal Easter Eggs Series — I present to you...
Legal Literary Flourishes!


(1) Arden J in Murad v Al-Siraj — Hyberbolic drama-mama.





(2) Lord Atkin in Ambard v Attorney-General —
Personifying justice as some woman meant to be checked out hurhur.

He may protest to the machine, even swear at it; but it will remain unmoved.

My Spinoff from Risse's TYNNTKAL series — LEGAL EASTER EGGS!

(you know, like software easter eggs, fun features hidden deep within software applications! or well, if you're not the geeky type, then erm, like hidden mickeys in disneyland and all the disney cartoons...)


In Tang Kin Hwa v TCM Practitioners' Board...




Lord Denning, We Hear Ye! Because We, Too, Are Drowning :/

blueberry mornings

All I've been taking photos of are photos of food. There is really nothing else photo-worthy, when days and nights are spent in the study room, getting annoyed by the persistent beeping of the door. One of the greatest mysteries of law school — people who can memorize paragraphs of quotes by verbose law lords but cannot remember to just lightly shut the door after them and spare us from the incessant beeping.

Anyway, on to happier things!

(1) Pictures of the only cheery things in our lives — food!



Saturday — Macaron from Uni. It had this bandung taste so I reckon ait probably was rose-flavoured. But then again, my taste buds may have been biased/misled because Glenda told me that maybe they were rose-flavoured. In any case, analogous to the macaron against the b&w background of my equity textbook, it brought cheer to a dull day (:




Sunday — Chocolate-flavoured Collon! The last time I ate this, it was bought from the 7-11 next to Risse's apartment in Bangkok, on our way to the BTS station, en route to Chatuchak.




Monday — Cranberry almond crunch, eaten at 10 pm, for dinner, without milk. Is it me or did they use to have one with wonderfully sour dried strawberries?


(2) Risse and Jgan calling me in the middle of the 伍佰 concert and put Kwek, Alec and I, who were slogging away for the elle-cee-ass draft lease, on speaker for a good 5 mins and letting us listen to the rousing ah-beng mass-karaoke session (:


(3) Lord Hoffman in Foskett v McKeown — "This a straightforward case of mixed substitution (what the Roman lawyers, if they had had an economy which required tracing through bank accounts, would have called confusio)." I wiki-ed it and yes, there is a doctrine of confusio, but I think there's a pun there, yes, an easter egg in the law reports hmm.

through the looking glass

girl with perfect vision wears glasses for a day. courtesy of alec who didn't realise i wore them home in my half-asleep state when we left his place, and kwek who apparently also wasn't looking at my face at all, throughout the entire time we took the lift down together and walked alongside each other to the carpark when we left alec's place.

so yes. wearing glasses is like having earphones plugged into your ears as you shuffle down orchard road. you know, like how you're separated from the rest of the world. in the case of earphones, everything seems to take on a fresh perspective, not only because you've just separated yourself from the rest of the world because what you're hearing is totally different from what everyone is hearing, but also because everything seems just a little different, when accompanied by the personalised soundtrack of your life.

in the case of glasses, apart from the fact that i feel claustrophobic, thanks to the two pieces of plastic covering one quarter of my face obstructing my senses, i also feel distant. like when one wears a diving helmet and watches stingray and jellyfish swim past you. like you're right there, not quite there, but still in the thick of things.

okay i reckon what ive just said probably sounds ridiculous to all you people who have been bespectacled for the last 10 years. but hey, don't you wear earphones?