Bleeding Love

I just finished planning my revision schedule and realised, much to my horror, that the exams are much sooner than I thought they were. Damn scared. But OMG AFTER THAT IS HOLIDAYS AND JAPAN!!!

Ok calm down. Raining heavily now. Ha...

I don't particularly care for reality show musicians, but I heard Leona Lewis' new song Bleeding Love, which is the current #1 in the UK, and saw the video, and I like it a lot. As I told Jin, this is so my song.

-You cut me open and I keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love-

Let Me Break The Ice!

Mon 31 Dec 2007
SQ 672
Singapore (SIN - Changi Intl) 01:05 - Nagoya (NGO - Chubu Intl) 08:15
Economy Class
B777-200

Tue 08 Jan 2008
SQ 631
Tokyo (NRT - Narita) 09:25 - Singapore (SIN - Changi Intl) 19:05
Economy Class
B777-200

Osaka, Tokyo, you Harujuku Girls, damn you got some wicked style! I'd love to see Taiwan someday but right now, it's all about Japan baby! Ready, set, go!

Cold as fire baby, hot as ice!!

Now I just need to focus on my studies (only a month to go before exams) and get you out of my head. And my heart.

She's Just A Wanker

I have coined a term for HRH Thio's grand exercise of self-gratification in parliament last week. Pseudo-intellectual masturbation. Which is very true if you think about it. Chronological snobbery? Epidermal density? Switzerland of fucking ambivalence? Who the fuck does she think she is?

CLEARLY a speech meant for the COMMON MAN on the street. Oh, also HIGHLY ORIGINAL.

Nice try Thio, don't let the door hit you on the way out. But then again, if that's the only kind of hit you're gonna get...

Shock And Awe

I could have spent my Saturday night with Gerald and Tong, waiting for them to finish squashing/studying and then going somewhere for dinner. Or I could have gone to Play for Halloween and partied with Cheryl. Or I could have stayed at home and studied.

But I found myself in Jin's car, with Tim (and Jin of course la), navigating the maze of roads off 6th Ave, trying to find the venue for what was supposedly some sort of party.

When we finally did find the particular address, oh my god, I would have believed you if you told me I was driving into a Beverly Hills mansion. The freakin' driveway was one of those that requires you to make a sharp left turn when you first enter and drive up a slope...you can't even see the house from the entrance...as I said, very Hollywood/Beverly Hills.

The house itself was amazing. I've seen a couple of pretty big houses before (the brother's ex-girlfriend and Emmerson's), but this one blew both outta the water. Emmerson's house probably has more floor space, but put it side by side and the only people who'd prefer living in Emmerson's house are those with very ostentatious (a.k.a very little) taste.

There were no imposing pillars, grandiose fountains, or wooden beams...just plenty of glass, white walls and pools of water, and a modern, chic interior chock-a-block with paintings. Sauna, steam room, massage deck, gym overlooking pool...no gym membership needed really.

I would have taken pictures had I brought my camera...it's probably a good thing I didn't because it wouldn't be polite to walk around someone's home as though you were touring a tourist attraction. The walk in closets really finished me off.

When we first came in, everyone was in the dining area and we were announced to the party as "the boys who helped collect signatures for the petition" and everyone started applauding. Which was strange. And then the maids brought out food (broccoli soup, fish and asparagus, steak, salad) and we had plenty of alcohol - I confined myself to champagne and white wine.

As you may imagine, I was star-struck. Apart from the usual characters, there was Glen Goei (whose partner owns the house), Ivan Heng, Jun Feng (not quite a star but very cute la), Neo Swee Lin, Pam Ooi (with very Samantha Jones circa Season 6 at Carrie's party hair), Emma Yong and Robin Goh. It FELT like we were in a Sex and the City script really.

Oh ya one of Weiren's 'friends' was there. Johnson. And he told me he's seen me before and I said 'yeah through Weiren' and you should have seen the change in expression on his face...I should really stop mentioning the Weiren connection because it doesn't seem to endear well to people...those who have slept with him before in any case.

I could get used to that kind of lifestyle. Weekly parties at friend's places (I'd host on occasion of course), where people are free to be themselves, and reminisce over archaic law school events like 'hop and jam', with a sprinkling of local celebrities thrown in for good measure. Champagne socialists indeed.

Hmmm...I kept telling myself last night, as I looked around at the pretty/famous faces, that I was a pretty good catch myself and that you didn't deserve me. And then I looked at you. And it almost broke my heart in two.

*edit* Just added a picture from last night, with Tim, Jin, myself and half of Johnson.

Sell Me Candy

'When you really like somebody, you'll disregard all the warning signs, whatever people may say, and just follow what your heart tells you to.'

I just said the above over the phone. Which is irony at its finest because I was referring to someone else but might as well have been talking about myself. It was as though I was screaming to the person at the other end 'AND THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING BECAUSE I LIKE YOU!'

SHEET!

If I could re-live today, I would. Even if it means having to rush through the Botanic Gardens to school, lugging a bag full of clothes, sweating like a bloody pig on a roast by the time I get to BTC. Even if it means having to sit through a never-ending LAWR class. Because what happened today was completely fucked up and my fault. And I am so sorry for the people who were affected by it.

And the best part was, I was thinking that it would make a great legal hypothetical. Who should Jinesh sue? Nalli, who was driving, Simon, who assumed responsibility, or ZX for vicarious liability?

Haha.

Yes I'm able to laugh even in situations such as these. But I really am very sorry for all the trouble caused =(

It's Li-Ann Bitch!

Porkchops!
She's back to give us more! Initially content to leave the public debate on 377A to her lackey, the honorable 40 year old spinster has thrown down her gauntlet and shown her cards. To be perfectly honest, I haven't read her speech in full because
1) I'm fucking busy
2) What I've managed to skim through pisses me off

Now I know why Stuart Koe was so upset about what she said. I remember saying, just last night, that I didn't understand why he took it so personally...and now I know, because I feel the same way.

It's true what Greg said during SLS today. We only tend to care about ideas of justice and fairness when it affects us. It's very individualistic (call it selfish if you will) but it rings true.

Anyway, props where they're due, Her Rectal Highness (What IS with her obsession with the rectum and it's various functions anyway? Does she LACK a rectum? Should we PROCURE one for her?) is evidently very intelligent and eloquent. Actually I would know that. Because, lest we forget, she was the one who interviewed me back in the beginning of '06.

I am in no position, academically or intellectually, to pick apart her argument. All I can say is, I don't need a degree from Oxbridge or the Ivy League to tell right from wrong. All the qualifications in the world don't count for shit when you're a bitter, repressed, aging spinster.

Dunno Leh

I got something to say to ya, but I don't know how. And when I do try it comes out sounding very salah. So how?

Sometimes I Wanna Scream Out Loud

Ran home topless from the bus stop in the pouring rain. Gotta do these kinda crazy things every now and then to feel alive (and also to get home). Rendition was so-so. Draggy. But overall everything went fairly well.

More

So Britney scores her 10th top 3 single in the UK as Gimme More enters the singles chart at #3 on downloads alone. And of course, this being Britney, the press has to put a negative spin to it (Britney comeback single fails to hit top spot), even though few artists can even hit top 10 on downloads alone. If the physical single was released, she would probably have secured her 6th UK #1. Which looks unlikely now as some British reality show star called Leona Lewis (who I have just heard about because of this) is releasing her new single this week on both digital and physical format. #3 is good though. Coincidentally that's also it's peak position in both the US and Australia. 10th top 3, 17th top 10 and 19th top 20 hit in the UK. In less than 10 years. Amazing.

Memories

Was blog-surfing and came across a photograph from this shoot and I was just reminded of everything and all that's happened since then and it is pitiful. But I doubt she wants anyone's pity. There will be light at the end of the tunnel...and no it won't be from an oncoming train.





Definitely in my top 3 favorite B photo shoots of all time (the NY Times supplement one...sometime in 03 or 04, is strong competition)

Where I Are

Can you guess where I am?

What's an intrepid young man to do on a Sunday afternoon?

I Is In The LiBRAry

After 3 hours of agonizing (as if we were deciding whose lives to spare), the FOCC finally decided on the 8 boys and girls who will be the "ambassadors of law school". Having looked at the final two rows of 8 pictures (copped from the SLS seating chart), I do think we settled on the right mix of people. We weren't arbitrary and took the relevant merit - and policy - considerations into account. Hopefully we aren't disappointed.

I'm in the library, by my lonesome self, trying to start my research...but felt compelled to scribble some nonsense here first. The deeper I get into work, the less I feel like reading (no time for non-law text bar the newspapers these days), but the urge to write about my 'outside' life - if it can even be said that I actually still do have a life outside of law school - has grown, which explains the proliferation of posts over the past few days, even though they're mostly mundane accounts.

Lawyers - and law students - are very strange people. Everyday words that once meant nothing now take on special significance. Consideration, policy, frustration, duty...it's like one big (bad) inside joke. Chuckling at parodies like Snail In The Bottle, expounding the merits of Spandeck (mere knowledge of Spandeck), reading an article in the papers about how fewer people in Singapore are suing public hospitals and thinking "that's because we apply the Bolam Test strictly!"

Anyway familiar faces are beginning to stream into the lib now. I suppose it would be expedient to start getting down to actual work.

Portraits

I don't really have anything to say but I feel like posting SOMETHING so...

Anyway, I'm quite excited because...I'm pulling an all-nighter! Since I have to submit my LAWR research by Saturday, and because I volunteered to compile my group's work (out of a misplaced sense of guilt of not contributing enough these past few days due to my laziness/time being eaten up by interviews), and considering that I have a torts tutorial tomorrow that I have NOT prepared for, and bearing in mind that I have been watching TV/surfing the net for the past 3 hours instead of working...well...I'm going to make up for all of that by not sleeping until I have completed ny work on misrepresentation and done my tutorial. Which probably means I'll be going to sleep around 3?

Tomorrow should be fun though. After tutorial and 13 more interviews, will be heading to Andrea's pad to chill out, drink, wii and generally momentarily enjoy life before it's back to the pressure pot that is law school sem 1 post mid-term break...ARGH!!!

Krrazay!

Woke up at 6 something to do my contract tutorial, went in for tutorial, went to library to research, headed to law club room for OGL interviews at 1 and stayed there till 6, went to NLB and wrote out my marketing comm proposal while waiting for Jin to gym, went for dinner and bao bao cha and now I'm at home, fucking tired, and having to read up on a topic I haven't studied for LAWR Research. And I just spent the last hour on the phone with Mike, listening to his misadventures in NY. Try Broadway and 88th instead of 88 East Broadway LOLOL. Let's not go into that. It's crazy I tell you.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Why are you dressed like a hobbit?"

Question that ZX posed when he saw me along the first floor corridor of Block B in the evening...apparently I looked 'pastoral'. In the agricultural, not ecclesiastical sense of course. I was fairly amused at the number of people who came up and asked why I was dressed so formally, or why I was wearing a shirt, because God forbid anyone comes to school wearing a shirt. If I sound bitter/bitchy, I don't mean to. I'm just wondering what the big deal is. It's as though people don't have anything substantial to say to me and are just bringing it up for the sake of. But then again, with my somewhat unfriendly disposition, I'm not surprised. And this inquisitiveness may also be attributable to the fact that I'm usually in a t-shirt and jeans/berms. Which is what I will be reverting to tomorrow. Still, it was fun to dress up a little and I must admit that I savored the relatively numerous compliments I received throughout the day.

Jin: "You look good today"
Me: "Oh I just randomly put together nonsense this morning" [when in actual fact I have been planning this particular outfit since Sunday]

It's fun to dress up. From time to time. Especially when one thinks of new ways to put old stuff together, and *bam* you have a new outfit at no extra cost. Of course, a white shirt/brown checkered shorts and furry belt combination can only ever be worn once (or maybe twice, if I add a skinny tie, although that may border on excessive), and I failed to achieve the complete look because I don't have loafers and so had to pair it with my rather unfortunate pair of chipped, smelly brown slippers.

I am so dead. I have a contract tutorial tomorrow that I am (or rather was, because I'm writing this out now) half-heartedly preparing for...very half-ass...quarter-ass really. I need to complete my FOCC MC report by Friday...which means I have to meet Nicholas by Thursday latest, which is also the day I'm supposed to have completed my initial LAWR research...which I haven't started. And I'll probably spend tomorrow going through Adrian's clothes for LawMAD. I need 48 hours in a day really...the thing about law school is that we have very few compulsory assignments - you can jolly well not prepare for - or even attend - lectures (and that is basically what 50% of us are doing for SLS in the Beckman era), you can smoke your way through tutorials (or just remain very quiet and plead ignorance when you are called on) and there have only been 2 graded assignments and 1 torts test. So the slacking opportunities are bountiful. But do so at your own peril because once you fall behind, catching up for exams is going to be a muthafucka.

And I'm actually toying with the idea of taking on another CCA. What is wrong with me.

I should probably stop writing now so I can sleep early and wake up at 6 fucking AM tomorrow to complete my tutorial.

Ciao

A Tong Suggestion

Went out with Tong today for a spot of shopping and spent money I didn't intend to. I told myself that since I almost lost my wallet last night, I deserved to treat myself to something nice (where is the logic in that argument?), as I would have had to pay more than a hundred dollars to replace the contents of my wallet (not to mention another couple hundred to buy a new one) had some kind individual not handed it to the security staff.

I love the stuff at Wonderland.

Anyway, at BK, Tong found out what I figured he'd already known and his reaction really surprised me. Sometimes it takes someone who is far removed from a given situation to really provide cutting insight...and when Tong tells me that I can do better, I am inclined to believe him because

(1) Tong never compliments me. If he says something like that, it's because he really means it. He doesn't sugarcoat. If he thinks something stinks, he'll say it.
(2) Tong has known me for more than 6 years.

So what does this all mean? Have I completely gone off this particular high? Am I finally going to stop thinking and talking about it? Well, no. The fact that I almost immediately called Jin and Christine is surely indicative that there's still a need to not keep it to myself ie. it still thrills me to no end. And I am devoting precious time to writing this post out.

But maybe, just maybe, Tong is right. And I can do so much better. Who knew?

Hear Ye Hear Ye

Not content to sit back and watch the government machinery grinding to its inevitable conclusion (at an ever efficient pace of course), George Hwang and Stuart Koe are attempting to throw a spanner into the works by submitting a physical petition which would be officially introduced by NMP Siew Kum Hong and then work its way through the various parliamentary committees (unlike the online "open letter to PM Lee" which is about as useful as a chicken rice spoon).

And so we found ourselves canvassing for signatures last night...it was a rather enjoyable experience to be honest, a refreshing change from the usual Saturday nights in Tanjong Pagar. Although when Christine told the others that I was "walking around Tanjoing Pagar", I'm sure some of them were wondering if I was plying my trade like a 2 cent 'ho.

It was encouraging that many people were willing to put down their names and their addresses in support of the petition, although some of them only did so "because you're so cute." My favorite quotes of the night were "hell, I'm only doing this so you'll get my number" and "you want my address? Do you want my size also?" I would be lying if I said that the ego-centric freak in me was not somewhat thrilled to be the subject of these remarks, but this was tempered by the fact that the people who said so were urm...fat/old/ugly. Actually, they were all 3. Which sucks.

This being Singapore, everyone seemed to know someone they had slept with/dated. And I wasn't an exception. Saw the last fuck and the last date (I refuse to call it any more than that). Cringe-worthy.

Space

Hey hey hey

Yeah You

Just stop and take a second

If you ever have a moment

There's always space here for you

MeMeMe

Ok one more thing. Just came across this and I just had to put it up because, well, I'm shameless that way. This was in Friday's New Paper...yes unfortunately my first mention in local print media HAS to be from the trashiest excuse for a tabloid out there but oh well...

"First-year law student Andrea Loh, 19, said she was moved to tears at hearing Cindy's words.

She said: 'I realised that we Singaporean students have a laid-back and comfortable student's life, while there are others, like Cindy, who have to fight to get a degree.'

Mr Simon Huang, 21, also a first-year law student, said: 'I'm glad I came for this talk. It put a human face to the suffering that we've read about in the newspapers.'"

Lust, Caution!

Don't watch Ang Lee's new movie if you're prone to headaches. JS's condition was exacerbated by the end of 2 hours and 20 minutes. I thought it was a good movie, definitely memorable, and I love the portrayal of pre-war Hong Kong and Shanghai under the Japanese occupation. The cars, the bustling, chaotic Chinese streets, the elegant boulevards and cafes in the (presumably) European district, the neon lights of the Japanese section...

The story itself was somewhat intriguing, the flow being Eternal Sunshine-esque (starting towards the end, going back to the beginning, which meets up with the starting scene and proceeds to the conclusion), which of course makes for a slightly confusing but satisfying movie experience.

The sex scenes, which of course were severely cut, were really nothing to crow about. Don't think I missed much any way.

Had a quick bite with Jin after movie and went back.

Shortly after my "this Friday's gonna be boring" post last night, I ended up leaving for Play to 'support' Aviel in his competition. Met up with Jin, Cheryl and Christine. Nalli and assorted AC friends joined us at Mox where I proceeded to drink a glass of white wine which brought out the bitter, shameless, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK OF ME AND I'M JUST GOING TO SAY SOMETHING REALLY ABHORRENT JUST FOR THE SAKE OF IT Simon...who is somewhat fun initially but wears out his welcome rather quickly.

I want to get some shuteye now because well, that seems like the logical thing to do at 2AM in the morning.

Bye!

It's Friday Night, Got Visions In My Head

And that's all they're gonna be...visions. Because instead of going out and having a good time, I am saddled with a seemingly unending and insurmountable workload. But I shall prevail.

Quote of the day goes to Miss Christine Sim

[Upon seeing hapless SMU undergrad wearing a I 'heart' Fashion t-shirt paired with hideous leopard spot bag and formless boho long skirt, and in tone that borders on nonchalance]

"I love fashion? Then still look like that"

Hmph

Life is funny. Just when I thought I would stop caring... If I didn't make it blatantly obvious before, I think I have now.

Use & Discard

That's pretty much how I feel right now. I can hear the choruses of "I told you so" singing loudly. I felt like a bloody fool by the end of it. Speak only when you need help. Ignore otherwise. Don't bother with the thank yous and pleasantries they're just words anyway.

Part 2

On the way out to Jin's car

Sam *talking to bf on phone*
Jin: (wants to call Sam a deadweight) I bet you(aka me) she'll say 'huh?'

Jin: (calls out) DEADWEIGHT!
Sam: What?

Jin: Eh...
Me: She didn't

*3 seconds later*

Sam: Huh?

LOL!

I am going to sleep now very sired. I go to sleep a happy man. Until I wake up at fucking 7 that is. Hope my slumber is not haunted by images of hairy toes

Amidst Intense Mugging

Me: *Feels light-headed, starts laughing like a maniac* "I feel damn funny la. My head is light. I think the bimbo-ticy is rubbing off on me!"

Cheryl: "Oh no look at my hair!"

*1 minute later*

Jinesh: "Simon what have we gotten ourselves into? This bimbo square quagmire!"

Cheryl: *looks up* "Huh?"

Jinesh and I start laughing.

Cheryl: *looks at Leon's small laptop* "Eh his thing is so small!"

Gotta love it la! And there's still Sam! This is what makes school - and all the attendant studying and mugging - tolerable, even fun.

Am studying *fairly* hard...which is not something I'm used to doing for extended periods of time. I mean, I mugged during the 'O's and 'A's la but this is just some 15% test. And yet the pressure is there.

It's 9.55 and I'm still in school and some person is blasting "Let's Get It Started" for some strange reason.

YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?