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To Love Again - Alesha Dixon</div>

All this time i felt so lost, lost and needed help.
Incomplete, out of reach, All alone by myself.
It all becomes so clear, when i see your face.
And it’s only when you’re near, I feel i’m safe.

So before we take this road, before you change my mind, fill my heart with hope, help me to believe this time.
I’ve been torn apart, desperately try to find a way back to my heart, so i can love again.

Ooh, help me love again. Ooh yeah.

I’m so tired of holding on, so tired of waiting.
I need to feel something real, without it breaking.
It all becomes so clear, when you touch my hand.
And it’s only when you’re near, i know you understand.

So before we take this road, before you change my mind, fill my heart with hope, help me to believe this time.
I’ve been torn apart, desperately try to find a way back to my heart, so i can love again.

torts has finally come to an end. it's kinda bitter sweet really. when you hand in your paper and you heave this sigh of relief and finality. it seems so surreal. just 10 odd weeks and you're done with a module. it's like it creeps up on you w/o you realising it and you don't really get the chance to say goodbye. unlike A levels, where you deal with a subj for 2 years. such an intimate r/s and when you know it is time to part at the end of it. i suppose that's how uni is like. with a mere 3 months quickie with your module.

i won't talk about the exam 'coz i never like talking about it once it's over. but i will talk about what we did post exam (we being me zul and hazmi. and some other random friends). so as usual we went to wine coy for some celebratory bubbly. and we were tired and wanted to cab home. so during peak periods cabs are few and far between. and we really wanna get home quickly. so there came this cab and we flagged it. hazmi had no cash and i didn't wanna go back to the atm so we had to nets it. it turns out, this indian cabby said he had no nets. but as he was driving off, i noticed the nets machine and instinctively i grunted out something that could have sounded like "omg fuck you"

it turns out he did interpret my grunts in that fashion. and after mounting the kerb, he stopped his cab and got out and began yelling something like "just now what you say? what bo lampah? what bo lanjiao? cheebye. what fuck you" or something along those permutations. i hastened to explain that i was merely saying that to hazmi who happened to push me off the kurb. but his vocabulary must have been quite limited to those choice words, which were vulgar in the extreme and affronted my modest sensibilities to the core. hazmi and zul just turned away and tried not to laugh because really what he was saying did sound like Bolam(pa) qualified by bolitho and applied by gunapooky. which really were cases we just dealt with in the exam.

so after that foul vitrolic, i think he realised that either none of us were paying him any heed or that there were 3 of us and 1 of him. technically i'm not much of a fighter but i did have a heavy bag and would have swung it at that thing he calls a head had it not been a hugo boss bag which would surely have been damaged by his stupidity. so he eventually lost steam and got back into his cab, unmounted the kerb and left.

honestly don't you just hate cabbies who clearly have nets but say they don't?

 i've seen one too many videos of such atrocity. 

 

 

makes you wanna cry huh? 

so 2day was our last torts class. i went for zul's class at 9am in the morning 'coz i wanted to go to zara's warehouse sale (which is a complete absolute failure damn the ghulabs!). he gave me my first A! i will never forget him *beams*

when it's raining and you're trapped in school, wearing nice clothes 'coz you had vulva (zul and hazmi did at least. and zul was wearing a 10K dior suit, courtesy of rohai), you take nice pictures~









Dinner @ Hatched + Afters @ Wine Co:

 

much nicer than the orignal methinks 

 ok 2night has been an absolutely random night. firstly i found out that zul and i have a common *ahem* friend. much to zul's chagrin. haha but ok that's just a minor point.

while d/ling contract cases, i was bored while waiting for the pdf files to load. so i went to IRC to look for these elusive m'sian/china boys that keith was telling me about. and lo and behold, someone living in sbw PMed me and after the customary intros and msn exchange, i found out he lives pretty near me. and so i was elated 'coz now i have more supper/cab buddies. and then he said that he can never meet me 'coz he's seen me b4. in SLS. and i was even more pleased 'coz now i have someone to go home with after sch. but apparently he has identity issues and refused to reveal himself. 

honestly we're like 21 alr. isn't it kinda too late to have identity issues? puberty was a good while ago. you can't use that as an excuse anymore can you?

but that aside, i have, apparently, been labelled as the "high profile" one, with the blond fringe. and that me and zul are louder than 100db airplanes. and he spelt zul's name as ashizu, which basically looks like a shizu. which is a dog. to which zul was morally affronted. and i was utterly amused. but to MY chagrin, apparently my blond fringe has been attracting unappreciative comments. to which i say in my defense, it's not blonde. it's ash.

and i'm quite bewildered about the high profile part. zul and i didn't go for law camp nor matric week. and only showed up for law bash and show up in school only for tutes and unskippable stuff. i was under the impression that nobody knew who i was 'coz i basically have a grand total of like 5 friends there. but somehow i'm out, loud and proud. honestly i know not how that works. 

this is so annoying. blah. 

2day was our viva (ie oral presentation to 2 "senior counsels" on our stat memo) and well it was kinda alright i guess? the thing with LAWR is that they never make clear what it is that we're supposed to do. like we were not given instructions on how to do a presentation so we did what was most natural, which is to narrate our research process. but apparently no. we're just supposed to CRUPAC everything. again. like who the hell thinks in CRUPAC?!

but anyway sandy said we won't be graded according to those who were made to practice so i assume she's not gonna mark us down for not knowing to do crupac. and i swear i wanna stab angeline. i finally understand zul's pain. she was blabbering on about god knows what. she asked me to bring her up to speed and asked if a minister can issue a restraining order if gigi goh was guilty and i was like erm no that's MRHA. then she asked what act are we talking about. i said s298A of penal code. and she asked what's the significance of that. and i was like erm so she can be charged in a criminal court? and then she was like okay what i'm trying to get you to say is that she committed an offence. and i'm like okayyyy. and all my replies were with an upward inflection. i hope she didn't take it that i was being rude but omg wtf. lucky sandy cut her off and said we were running late and moved on to the memo proper.

at least at the end she did say she liked how i used the aussie case which had 2 criteria to define religion. which is completely weird because i didn't even intend to talk at length about it. aiya whatever la. lawr really is an anomaly.

anyway, we had to wear formal clothes and i was happy! 'coz now finally we look lawyer-ish lol.

Halloween 09 was nothing like 08. the main difference being i'm now in law school and had an 35% LAWR assignment due at 11pm on halloween itself. so it was kinda in the way. thus i had a very watered down version this year. i was supposed to go as an emo boy but somehow in the handicapped toilet of raffles city, i emerged as a pseudo lesbian =.=

 1. Sympathy Whores

you know those pple whose statuses are like "feel so emoz", "sigh no one loves me but i love them", "boo hoo i'm so fat and ugly" or something along those lines? like i don't get it why they have to tell the world about their sad lives. FB wasn't invented to be your aunt agony. there is relief for your sad problems in life. they're called friends. 

2. retarded comments to #1.

"take care", "cheer up", "you ok?" are possibly one of the most useless comments to emo posts. they are so useless that even saying them reflects your thoughtlessness. it would be better not to say anything. as paradoxical as that may be. if i ever needed comforting, a blank cheque would be much better appreciated than those ridiculous words.

3. attention whoring.

it's ok if you take the occasional self shots. but not if you have entire albums on an alternate day basis FULL of self shots. at every possible angle. with your usual pose. i kinda reckon the idea is if you take a gazillion shots of yourself, one is bound to turn up well. so you can use it for your dp. but really it is revolting for the rest of the world.

4. cam whoring.

this may appear to be the same as #3 but i mean this in the sense of taking numerous SENSELESS photos. like pictures of what you had for lunch. or things that you bought. i mean it's understandable like if you got yourself a new ferrari but if you just got yourself a new shirt? or new pants? pardonable also if you go out for novelty food and you wanna show everyone something interesting. but kfc? pizza hut delivery? honestly.

5. cryptic FB status

those one-liners or sentences that make absolute no sense to anyone else but the poster. the idea of a status update is to tell everyone what is going on with you. if you're gonna spout gibberish, you might as well just keep it in your head. 

6. (stupid) game updates

xxx has just leveled up in waka waka or some stupid 2yo game. like seriously. if you're gonna put game updates on your wall, at least make sure it's a respectable game. like mafia wars. which i heartily approve of. and even then, i don't post updates on my levelling up. only for job requests. 

7. bad english

ris has poetic license for her bad english 'coz she's hilarious. but for those written english with absolutely no sense of grammar or syntax or whatever it is, it really affronts the eyes. i'm generally ok with shortened spelling of words 'coz we all know that's 'coz you're lazy and not linguistically inept (with the exception of "wat" for "what". i just think "wat" is just so foul and offensive. i dunno why i get so outraged when i see that word. it may be 'coz it's so sharp-sounding or just makes you look like a moronic fuckwit). 

 i was watching a documentary ytd on discovery channel during dinner and it has still remained in my mind. it was about the tigers in russia. i hadn't watched it from the start but i started when this hunter living in the woods for some reason or other stole a tiger's kill. like hacking off leftovers from some carcass. so the tiger did not take very kindly to that. tracked him, stalked him for a few days and finally killed him.

some tiger team from the city came over and investigated this man-eater. word spread to the nearby village not to venture into the woods 'coz a man-eater was on the loose. there was this young man, a solder, who had just returned from fighting some war and was unemployed for a few months. as usual, pple like that pay no heed to the dire warnings and ventured into the woods alone. and unsurprisingly, was killed and eaten by the tiger. 

at that moment, the leader of the tiger team was quoted as saying that they had to track down the man eater because human life was the priority. and the first thought that came into my mind was "why?"

objectively speaking, i'd say the tiger's life was more important. it's endangered. humans are overpopulating the earth. and really if you're so foolish as to steal from a tiger or venture into the woods alone knowing a man eater's on the loose, it's kinda natural selection at work innit? improving the gene pool and all?

if you think about it, you cannot really blame the tiger for either of the deaths. to put into practice my studies, the first death really is a case of ex turpi causa. the hunter did an "illegal act" by stealing from the tiger and that is a valid defence for the tiger to react the way it did.

the second death is arguably volenti non fit injuria, since the dude voluntarily ventured into the forest alone despite the warning not to. at the very least, it was contributory negligence.

but to summarise, they eventually did manage to catch and kill this tiger. and while doing a post mortem, they found that the tiger had been repeatedly shot at before on more than one occasion. which really explained its aggresive behaviour towards man. and as usual, they portrayed the clash between man and beast typically because man was encroaching on the tiger's habitat with logging and all.

sure some may argue that the real culprits then are the logging MNCs, who really profit from the logging at the villagers' and tigers' expense. so it's not fair that the villagers have to pay the price of getting killed by the tiger. but then again, how is it any fairer for the tiger to pay the price? especially when you cannot expect a tiger to act as a reasonable person but that of a reasonable tiger? the standard of care obviously is very much lowered. 

they brought back the bloodied body of the tiger back to the village for cathartic purposes. i was quite upset at how they handled the body. or to put things in perspective, the carcass. they grabbed it by the tail and dragged it all over the snow. people don't handle corpses this way. there is this inherent reverance towards the dead's earthly remains. but curiously, it only extends towards fellow man. and not animals.

are animals a lesser living thing than us humans because they are not sentient? and is the point of sentience subjugation? man always says they're at the top of the food chain because they have conquered nature. tell that to flood/earthquake victims. and if we have truly conquered nature, why are we then still living on earth, a by-product of nature? why can't we just fashion a biosphere and live in it and truly be independent of nature?

the fact is we have not conquered nature. and if all we wanna do is subjugate lower lifeforms, we may as well be neanderthals. they were sentient. but not civilised. we ought to be. 

ugh i'm so angry at lawr. stupid stat memo assignment. i can't grasp head or tail of it. everybody seems to be equally lost and clueless. i'm absolutely convinced lawr is a very poor reflection of one's eptitude.

i got back the torts test 2day and i must say i did remarkably better than expectations. i thought i screwed it up esp when i hadn't read any of the academic articles and was hoping for like at least a B- at best. but i got an A-.
i'm stlll not quite sure how but anyway prof terry said i write well. and then sandy says i have a writing problem. even though my analysis is good (which is why i got a C and not D for the bloody closed memo where i got the issue wrong 'coz her instructions weren't clear enough anyway).

it's a damn timely ego boost but after working on the stat memo 2nite i've been reminded again why i dislike lawr. the subject i mean. classes are still one of the most interesting but blah. i hate the assignments.  

i am so proud of myself. 2day i visited the library for my third time. but it is the first time i've used it proper. (the first was a library walkabout, which was rubbish. and the second was when i had to accompany my project mates to print stuff out of courtesy). 

i went with zul and aruna to research for the stat memo! and whilst browsing the india section i was thoroughly amazed and the size of the law books. i felt like hermione in Hogwarts library. Some books were so old and musty that i half expected a leprechaun to fly out of them when i open 'em. look at them! they really remind me of the HBP's potion book.