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My sis received a Wimbledon T-Shirt as a surprise gift from this dude.

And my mom pronounced the shirt as Bimbodon.

I thought yesterday's Literature Paper 3 was good.

Contract. Well, I only had 10 minutes for my last question.

I cut my hair!!! It's short. Aye aye!!

Yesterday was the last straw. I was waiting for the train when the wind blew and my hair was ALL OVER my face in a second. And it was stuffy and hot!!

What a hassle.

So when my mom called, I told her I'm chopping my hair.

And she gladly drove me there to chop my hair.

I feel so much lighter and brighter now.

Bye bye poofy hair which puffs up like some fried lace ruffles.

I am getting my dress!!! The one that I described, Sammie!!! Yay!!!

It's back to Tort now.

I need to stop sneezing.

Morbid Bird's Thin Tune

I am feeling rather morbid these days.

[I'm sorry, I know that I am not supposed to type any more emo posts in this blog after the other blog was forced to shut down but I just can't help it. Please do not feel offended because there are elements of spirituality here. If you do not want to read it, it's ok.]

I just don't have any drive to study or to do anything but rot with my music and my thoughts.

Call me complacent. But I really do not have any drive to study at all.

My mom's nagging. My dad's putting pressure by asking how I am progressing. My sis chases me away everytime I wanna talk to her.

Somehow, I feel isolated. As if the people that I know only talk to my brains rather than me. [No offense. I am not referring to anyone in particular. And please, don't feel paranoid that you are that person. This is just a random feeling. - and NO, I am not PMS-ing]

I am having this paranoid feeling that when A Levels ends, that's it. I will be alone in this world again apart from my family and my childhood/school friends.

Sometimes, I feel like reaching out to friends who are in need. But the gates are usually shut tight and I just do not know how to open it.

I am being reminded every single sodding day that there is some kind of disaster out there in the world; as if indicating that the world is coming to an end.

In my dream, I saw a smaller mini-me version of me. But that version was small, vicious with a face as pale as snow; cocking me a crooked grin with a slanted head-position. It was truly ugly. It looks like it is demonised.

My mom tells me that I need to get my spiritual life right. The truth is, my spiritual life is rather cold these days. I am no longer that little girl who was so on-fire anymore. Somehow, I don't quite feel God in my life as much as I do when I was younger. Yes, I am aware that without Him, I might probably be dead when the speeding bus once missed me by a foot after I leaped and when the snatch-thief was in action at the lonely alley.

I used to feel Him all around me and see how He make my life a miracle. Everyday was a miracle. I was driven, I was good in what I did. I was on top of the food chain.

I feel all alone now. I strife to get connected to Him once again. But somehow, the more I try, the more I realise how much I have neglected Him. And unfortunately, I do not have time to atone for that now with A Levels breathing down my neck every second of the day. The only time when I feel connected is when I start singing. It felt really great. But I can't do it all day. I have to study.

Dear God, from the bottom of my heart, I know that I am very far away. It feels like the fear of having a wall in between which blocks me from You has become a reality. And just like in the game The Sims 2, that's when my aspiration goes tolling to a red negative number. But I pray that You will be the ever-patient waiting Dad to wait for me to get back. Do not forsake me and pass me by when I am already in this pit of depression. The truth is, I just do not know how to get back. I am far too materialistic and complacent to give up things now. Wait for me while I sort this out?

I am always tired these days. The prom table is quite a hassle. One minute, we have an over flow, solved with an extra table, then we didn't have enough people and the nagging fear of having to pay for the vacant four seats, and now, the table is overflowing with four extra people again. It was forcibly sorted out.

The only great thing which happened to me lately is David Cook and Leona Lewis. Cook's songs and singing really gives hope to me that the music world is not only made up of disastrous songs and wannabe singers. Leona Lewis [I didn't know that she is the winner of X-Factor]; apart from her song Bleeding Love which makes my ears bleed, I love her song Footprints in the Sand. I love her songs. Soulful with awesome vocals. But I can't stand a few of her R&B songs.

I was really paranoid that Cook won't win due to Cowell's comments. I thought he was rather good. But in the end, thank goodness America came to their senses and voted the better performer, Cook rather than the almost-lullaby Archuletta. Archie has an awesome voice, I admit it, but he just does not have that little extra to make his singing appealing and entertaining. His cover for "Imagine" by John Lennon was good; but not as good as Cook's covers for Lionel Richie's "Hello", Roberta Flack's "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face", The Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby". Aerosmith's "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" wasn't bad. Leona Lewis' cover for Roberta Flack's is awesome as well.

My mom has finally consented to let me go for prom and do the Reading Law program with the option of NUS if I still absolutely wanna go. That, has in a way made me slightly more complacent; but do I really wanna do Law for the rest of my life??

I love what I do in Law. I love the analysing, the arguing, and the ecstatic feeling when I have given a good argument.

But at the back of my head nagging is a Degree in Music. My mom and sis has been trying all this while to encourage me to do Music but I declined it. I love Music; but the question is do I really have what it takes to be a good musician?? I definitely do not want to be a pathetic "just another piano teacher" unfortunately. I want something better. Probably be a song composer in the US [my mom will kill me because she'll miss me like crazy] or be an orchestra player. Or probably be involved in mainstream music industry.

But I have one problem. I can express music in my head and in singing but I can't express it outwardly in playing.

And I only got my pitching back lately. Not nearly as perfect as before but better.

I'm just really paranoid now. I should stop thinking.

There's this gathering in my house now anyway. Need to be the gracious host's daughter.

~Ta

Law & Madness

I have not realised how heavy Law is until I reached Remedies in Contract. Not forgetting Mistake.

And Elliott & Quinn's book is seriously irritating me.

Please do take note on mistakes in page 158 under the Unfair Terms in Consumer Contracts Regulations 1999 where it states that this Regulation takes into account of succession, family law and incorporated and organisation of companies.

The Regulation does NOT cover such contracts. [Because neither of them have anything to do with consumers and the Regulation shouts out CONSUMERS.]

The notes in the lecture slides are the ones which is right.

Which means Elliott & Quinn is not exactly accurate for Contract and I find that in Tort Law, they seem to become rather emotional after a while especially when they are arguing about some decision which is rather harsh.

Then again, Elliott & Quinn is just to help a person understand the outlines of the law.

Conversely, it is confusing me.

To my surprise, I find that Tort is much easier to absorb compared to the dead boring Contract which has 101 guidelines and exceptions and not forgetting, contrasting precedents which needs to be distinguished.

And arguing for A2 is so not easy. It is not like English Legal Systems where you partially vomit and then you justify whether the current law is just or not.

Can I be a dropout??

I'm considering it.

The Ebrary on the other hand is very unfriendly.

I can only print one document and after that all succeeding documents will be lagging until all of your skin sag with anger and they will finally give you a very cheerful pop out which says:

"Sorry. The Document is unable to load."

Urgh.

SO much to read, so little time.

I should have taken Christine Yap's combination of subjects but I'll do Maths, Literature and Law.

Then I don't have to worry so much about having to read Economics and I don't have to lay eyes on that despicable subject ever again.

I am tired, fatigued and stressed out.

Freak out sometimes during the night when there is an overdose of adrenaline and hence, I'll be up until the wee hours of the morning.

And that's when my beautiful eyebags will come out.

Such sandbags to carry.

I am so stressed out that I do not know the time.

And I am denied of having to celebrate with beer. I had orange juice instead.

You see?? Examinations suck the life out of you.

I am HUNGRY!!!

On a food binge due to depression and after that, I'll be even more depressed and go into starvation.

I need $$$ too.

I'm sorry but this is a post of Randomity with a lot of random thoughts and peeves.

Speaking about Rotting

Well, it takes about 3 days for a body to decompose. And I will say that is pretty fast.

But not as fast as some computers in college.

Well, I'll say that the Taylor's computer in the computer room in the library can practically give you time to grow a beard [whether you are male or female] and probably turn your entire head white just like Lear in Akiro Kurosawa's version in Ran.

Not forgetting that the room turns into a sauna after a while.

Gosh, this computer is so peevish.

I'm trying to look for the call number for past year papers but I can't seem to do anything because this computer works at the speed of grass growing in the desert.

p/s: I thought Akiro Kurosawa's version of Ran was rather awesome.

I was really heartbroken when Saburo died. It's so quick, serene and almost divine.

Speaking about bimboism, I think I'm catching the fever from Cindy and my sister is rubbing off on me.

Not forgetting my mom.

My mom was the sweetest mom yesterday. She was so so nice.

Because I reminded her that it was Mother's Day.

She was totally blur when I wished her and gave her a hug in the morning.

This short little "break" from studying contract is doing me some good afterall.

At least I am concentrating more than when I was staring at the sodding "Innominate Terms" and Hong Kong Fir Shipping Co Ltd v Kawasaki Ltd.

Swiche joye and blis is sturdyinge.

Library Makeshift

I find that I can only study in the library.

And so, turn my room into the library atmosphere I did.

I personalised the cow's working space into my own one.

The only difference with the library is that:

1. I have bleeding bright yellow lights instead of white ones.
2. My room doesn't smell like the library
3. I can control the temperature of my room
4. The bed is 5 feet away
5. My chair is more comfortable and it's yellow in colour as well. >.< [yes, my room is bleeding bright thanks to my mom and sis]
6. I don't have a cute lil pet of a cockroach running about and even visiting me on the table top.

Yup. I have evidence of the cockroach in the library. [I'll upload it later.]

You know what? I have a bleeding hatred for Leona Lewis's Bleeding Love.

Gosh, that song is seriously overrated.

I am currently totally in love with Paramore.

Swung back to rock from ballads again.

I really want the exams to end really soon.

But I need to study before it ends.

p/s: I don't think I am going to the prom.
And, you can download BBC's King Lear Audio from Ares. I'm downloading the movie too!!

I love P2P file sharing.