Heee what a good day today's been. :):) I got paid by both my tuition kids. And I had nice company (not of the woon version, although at this point it should be) on the way back. And when I got home, my three tops had arrived in the mail, nicely cocooned in a brown package. And they're pretty!! And my mommy made nice pasta for dinner. :):) So it's been a good day.

Oh, except for prop. Prop was bad. It was very very very bad. I read the questions and blanked out. When I was doing the paper I actually wondered whether I ever really studied prop at all. And I got so traumatised doing my first hypo that I decided to do an essay, which turned out to be quite comforting. Urgh.

And company's in four days. That gives me three days to study 8 chapters. HELP.

Heh. I am, apparently, fantastically ugly or absurd.

Hi miss whoopi. :)

Hi.

I hate exams.

I especially hate afternoon exams.

I especially, especially hate taking afternoon exams when I'm not well.

Urgh.

There's a poem by an unknown author.
It's called "The Folded Page."
It goes something like this:
"Up in an old attic,
as the raindrops patter down,
I sat paging through an old schoolbook --
Dusty, tattered, and brown.
"I came to a page that was folded down.
And across it was written in a childish hand:
"The teacher says to leave this for now,
'Tis hard to understand."
I unfolded the page and read.
Then I nodded my head and said,
'The teacher was right; now I understand.'
'There are lots of pages in the book of life
That are hard to understand.
All we can do is fold them down and write:
"There are lots of pages in the book of life
that are hard to understand.
All we can do is fold them down and write:
'The teacher says to leave this for now,
'Tis hard to understand."
"Then someday -- maybe only in heaven --
We will unfold the pages again,
Read them, and say,
"The teacher was right; now I understand.'"

~

I think that sometimes bad things happen for the sole purpose of letting you realise just how wonderful people can be.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

~ Mad World, Gary Jules

You know what they say: you hurt the people you love the most. But it shouldn't be like that. It shouldn't be like that at all.

Mortini's yesterday evening after the wretched CLT paper in the morning. :):) 24 assorted martinis + a whole lot of complimentary steak sandwiches = very happy people.

I realised yesterday that my taste in certain things is quite consistent. Scarily consistent, in fact. There is this really happy notebook shop in amk hub called Artbox, and as I have an unhealthy love for notebooks I like to go in whenever I pass by. So I spend quite a lot of time there, but I hardly ever buy anything. I bought a notebook there months ago, and as I'm wont to do I kept the notebook nicely wrapped up and unused. Yesterday I went back and after spending fifteen minutes browsing I bought another one. And when I went home I realised... they are quite similar. In fact, they are nearly identical except for the colour and the size.

:) On a whim:

I didn't get ANY studying done today. BOOOOO. (Unless you count the two pages of Asiatic that I read in between tuitions, but I really wouldn't.) This is how it happened. Woke up after a refreshing eight-plus-hour sleep, went to school for an incomprehensible company tutorial, had a v yummy pizza lunch at greenwood, went straight for double tuition after that (1.5 hrs x gravitational force, then 1.5 hrs x vocabulary), had dinner at jai thai, then got home... not too long ago. And ate doughnuts which my mommy brought home. :):)
the really huge-ass 21-inch XXL pizza at pepperoni pizzaria :):)
doughnuts! the queue is finally getting shorter, according to my mommy.

What a happy day! :):)

Because I need to do something else.

5 snacks i enjoy:
1. some form of choc. kinder bueno or rittersport.
2. honey mustard pretzels (the crunchy type).
3. sushi.
4. takopachi.
5. random bread-y things.

5 things i would do with 100 million:
1. take a long holiday.
2. set up some kind of school (though i think this will cost much more).
3. make my family very happy.
4. donate some of it.
5. eat lots of nice things.

5 places i would like to visit:
1. nyc.
2. paris. MUST. MUST. MUST.
3. back to san francisco! :)
4. some rural part of japan like those places in japan hour.
5. the vatican.

5 things i would never wear:
1. anything neon pink/green/orange. (not counting though, the retro party that one time...)
2. hmm. animal prints?
3. mink.
4. silver jeans (i've actually seen them being sold).
5. crocs.

5 bad habits:
1. clipping my nails all the time?
2. gossiping.
3. being slightly ocd.
4. hoarding stuff.
5. crying at the drop of a hat.

5 biggest joys:
1. good food.
2. good company.
3. shopping.
4. making people happy.
5. tea and a good book on a rainy morning.

5 things i'm going to learn in the next 5 years:
1. teo chew.
2. cantonese.
3. french.
4. driving.
5. cooking.

Well. Tiring indeed.

This morning I helped my parents clean out the store room (read: they cleaned out the store room while I stood off to the side unhelpfully rummaging through boxes, squealing at my old Polly Pockets and stuffed grapes and random board games). We found a tiny 555 notebook I kept in primary three, entitled 'Cheryl's book cats', which contains numerous drawings of spotted cats with speech bubbles saying 'I am cute', and surrounded with bright green hearts. Omg how things have changed.

Lately I have been overcome with the overwhelming urge to shop. But because I have no time to go out and shop, this morning I bought three tops online! Wheeee! :):)

Yesterday was such a nice food day! :):):) Discovered a new pizza place for lunch! I always thought Singapore should have more pizza parlours, the kind where you can just grab a slice of pizza to go. (And not the $4/slice kind where you get a tiny triangle of pizza which consists of lots of crust and measley toppings.) It's a very casual place. No aircon though so it can get a bit warm in the afternoon but the pizza was very yummy! :)

Dance today. Every inch of my body is aching like mad. I take like 5 sec just to sit down in a chair, and walking down the stairs is the most horribly painful thing.

Celebrated junbin's birthday today (though it was yest)! We went to eat zi char at Old Holland Road, and then after that a few of us went to Riccioti for dessert. :):) Like jojoy, I realised that I've been taking much fewer photos this sem. But food!


check out pak's hair! the perm doesn't really come thru in this photo though.

my favourite thing about this is the choc swirl pattern thing. heee. :)

Trial advo is over, at last. And it's put a couple of scary thoughts in my mind.

When I first entered law school, I was surprised to find out how judge-centered the legal system was. We never even read about what lawyers wrote or about how they argued; the case reports consisted mostly of only judgments.

But in the past couple of few days, I've rediscovered how having a lawyer can actually make a difference. When I first read the case packet, my first thought was - the defence is going to win. It's definitely going to win. There are a zillion holes you can poke in the prosecution's story, and building a murder case that leaves no room for reasonable doubt is quite impossible. But somehow, in the days leading up to the trial, my conviction that BPeat was the murderer grew stronger and stronger until I thought, there is no way that he can not be the murderer. (Yes, I realise that I'm beginning to use double negatives.)

It is honestly quite freaky how opinions can swing so dramatically from one extreme to the other.

It is 11.10pm on a Friday night and I am in a classroom in school, typing away furiously. My trial is tomorrow, and I am NOT DONE. We had Macs delivered for dinner and we ate our burgers over our laptops and trial notes.

All around school, there are random classrooms with the lights on. I hear people walking around, and every now and then there is a burst of laughter from somewhere outside.

Sounds familiar? Say hello to life-before-the-exams.

Ok after spending more time on trial advo, I feel slightly better about the prosecution's case.

I know, this isn't supposed to be a homework blog. But exams are looming, and my life is going to consist mostly of law very soon. I had a nice eggs ben lunch today though. Very soon, food and company (of the people variety, not of the corporate entity variety) and boggle are going to be the only things keeping me sane.