awfully hard work doing nothing

last saturday, we celebrated kenny's twentyfirst birthday at glass bar, atop mount faber (: again, happy birthday lah friend, although you must forgive me for not following the black & gold dress code :/





on monday we attempted to watch the chee/sdp v the lees trial at the supreme court. but we failed miserably, because they were taking an awfully long time in chambers. and so, we gave up and skipped off to spend yet another day in town, in shoes that were too painful.




anyway, back to more episodes of dirty sexy money (:

mapping the constellations

the end of two weeks of internship (:

after two weeks worth, of waking up at 7am to meet beek on the beloved 534 bus (where we'd sit behind the woman who puts on makeup on the bus), being cooped up in the office where files are stacked to the ceiling and threatening to fall, finally being able to wear my tailored shirts heh, finding out (most unfortunately) the unavoidable applicability of lawr and of being driven crazy in the mid-afternoon by noisy spg secretaries, marvelling at the laissez-faire lunch time system of tissue-paper-seat-choping,

THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE, BABY.

not to say that interning wasn't an experience, it was, of course, finding out what working is really gonna be like in 2 years' time — that diamond rings, chanel bags, penthouses and luxury automobiles have to be paid for through sheer hard work (unless you find an investment banker to marry haha). and that being called to the bar doesn't mean you've left law school. one never graduates from law school, the same old stories continue to happen and continue to be passed amongst your peers, unfortunately...




at superfamous, where we intended to celebrate only with pretentious champagne but ended up seeing a fireworks display as well (:

neighbourhoods will try to dream

first week of work — instead of the summit @ btc, law school goes to raffles place! young, eager legal eagle wannabes get let loose in another quadrangle. well, it's been one week, so one week more, and then the holidays can resume (:

viva la vida

tomorrow, rui will wake up at 7am tomorrow, get dressed in an uncomfortable long-sleeved shirt, a tight pencil skirt which will does not allow her to take big steps, and heels that are too high to walk remotely comfortably, in her bid to to look part of the raffles place crowd, all for her first day of internship at dr&np (no full firm name please, so that we won't be googable haha).

but before that, here's an image-heavy and verbose recap of the past week (:

last friday, after an expectedly less-than-fantastic public law paper, we skipped down to au petit salut bistro at chipbee for lunch. where risse's squid ink risotto was erm, white and pale (pictorial evidence below!), compared to valmiki's which was the expected dark colour, drawing racist remarks from all these law students whom apparently did study the equality chapter for public law. and where, alec, obsessively imagining himself to be gordon ramsey, sent back my plate of onglet beef because the slice was evidently smaller than everyone else's, even though i was perfectly alright with it.

that night we found ourselves at zouk, drunk and making merry (: omg i must tell this one anecdote — the story of how rui got taupoked outside zouk by mok and kt. imagine this — being the kind nurse that i am, i was sitting outside zouk, on the pavement with dear mok who was a drunken, wobbly, lalang-ly sway sideways mess and holding him by his shoulder, preventing him from toppling sideways. but lo and behold, obviously i failed and he toppled, collapsing on me, who in turn collapsed onto the floor, in a very glamourous mess. so what do i do? my only way out — i reached out to kt, who was standing nearby, learning against the barriers, shouting for help. and what does he do? he stumbles over (uh-oh), and promptly collapses on mok. nice, i just got taupoked outside zouk. the worst is yet to come. i asked for help from these 2 random guys, and they said with a grin, "i dont think your friends would want me to do that, would they?". pffft wtf. so i summoned up all my might and pushed the two drunkards off me. you both owe me one, damnit.







on saturday, we finally got down to plonking our asses down at starbucks, without a shred of guilt! and we ended up exploring mustafa, where mok bought 120 bucks worth of toiletries and then supper at wandousek in geylang, where we ate too many fu pei gyuuns (glenda! see!) and i dropped my precious succulent scallop siew mai on the floor ):






i was going to say that by this time, we've already ran out of steam and then i was going to end the entry but no! on sunday we happily went to town and bought too many pots of eyeliner, got our nails painted a nice burgendy/ribena shade and well, at the end of the night, found my car scratched. actually, scratched is an understatement. this lorry/van buanged the side of my car, and well, drove off, while my car was parked at my pac plaza. nice. anyway things were not made better by the annoying, incompetant security guard. anyway aiyah fck it, things can always be repaired. just that now i have this irrational fear that occasionally strikes me when i've driving, which is irrational because i didn't even get into an accident. hello, wtf rui.

mid-week, nothing much happened, because all i did was laze around at home in the day, watching mindless drama serials and take luxurious afternoon naps, leaving my bed only for meals. occasionally venturing out for lunch with nette, supper/coffee with nette and val, and ironman (dont you think robert downey jr's goatee is damn cute) with alectan.

anyway. it is time to force myself to sleep. so that we'll be nicely presentable tomorrow, and it'll be time for us to pretend to be lawyers (:

amplifying the sound of light and love

its 420am and we're supposed to be sleeping. there's tuition to be given tomorrow, but well, we're wide awake, after a midnight movie. anyway, fck it, its the holidays, we'll sleep whenever we want. hmm, tomorrow then, we shall gently doze off while reading a novel on my balcony (damnit, i thought we said 'whenever we want' so just stop planning will you).

so anyway. today, i skyped an old friend. you know, what they say about technology bringing people closer, across oceans, continents and timezones — its all quite bullshit. the grainy and laggy footage, which forces you to bring your face unbearably close to the screen to take a closer look, only serves to remind you that that's the closest you'll ever get. regardless of how you both are purportedly having a face-to-face real-time conversation, you're still oceans, continents and timezones apart.

so maybe we'll make do without the video next time, voice calls will do — after all, that's how it used to be. hours of conversation that never had any discernible direction except perhaps to keep me (i daren't say with confidence 'each other') company and to provide some distraction/entertainment/comfort of sorts.

everything is ILLUMINATED!

THE END OF YEAR 2 OF LAW SCHOOL, friends!

i reckon this entry should have been posted last friday, immediately after we rushed out of the exam halls, thrashing our muggernotes on our way out. but well, obviously i didn't thrash those notes i painstakingly highlighted and annotated and tabbed, and obviously life's too good to spend the first few days after those excruciating exams to blog. but after a fulfilling weekend of intoxication, of relaking at starbucks, of impulse buys and of midnight trips to mustafa....

it is finally time for some PEEKTURES! (:
taken at the btc summit, where we always congregate, after dreaded afternoon lectures, to take too long to decide where to go after school, and to drink too many cans of pepsi light in our daily bid to postpone our return to the study room.

KNNBCCB

WHOEVER IS THAT FCKING CHEEBAI OF A BASTARD CHILD WHO DRIVES A FCKING CHEAP AHBENG BLUE CAR AND WHO IRRESPONSIBLY LEFT THAT SCRATCH AND DENT ON MY CAR, YOU FCKING BETTER DRIVE EXTREMELY CAREFULLY BECAUSE I HAVE A FEELING YOU JUST MIGHT GET INTO A FCKING CAR ACCIDENT SOON.

THE END IS NOT NEAR, ITS HERE

FRIENDS.

1 DAY, 24 HOURS, 1440 MINUTES
TO THE END OF OUR TURMOIL.

photo for good luck! (: taken last year, before the contract exam!