April 28, 2007

Went back at 5am yesterday and fell asleep at 6am.

Confession:I did not bathe. I know that it is ultimate disgusting but I promise that it will be the first and last time. No one knows except my bedsheet and me (I asked Kari if she could change the sheets today).

Was woken up at 9am by Brandon’s call, he needed to print his personal statement. Then I went back to sleep.
Was woken up again at 10am by Brandon’s call again, his GPS failed and he was lost at Cavenaugh Rd, driving in circles. My groggy-just-woken-up-superior sense of direction guided him to Law School with frequent exclaimations of the “No! NOOOO! Go back on the previous Road. Yes yes. Turn next road. NOOOOO!” variety. The funniest thing is that his GPS activated again only when he entered law school. Screw the system and sell it for scrap metal.

So here I am in the library since 11am, after barely sleeping for 4 hours.

No, do not tell me that you are screwed for contracts. I feel like smacking people when they say that to me and everyone had the urge to do that when they saw me or something. I have not read most of my sem 2 notes and while I am struggling through them, quit the “My God! I cannot remember sem 1 stuff!”
“Well, baby, I haven’t looked at it at all”. If it is honest it is fine because I feel like that too BUT I cannot stand it when the same person did it from LAWR moots to Legal Theory to Contracts as well. That is just complaining for the sake of it.
I know I know. It’s my fault but I don’t have to happy about it.
Gripey gripey panicky smackey poopee.

April 25, 2007

While scars will cover the wounds, the heart gets weaker. And the core will change.

April 18, 2007

 

Everyday, I make my way home from law school at 2am and sleep and wake up the next day and report to school again. It is almost hilarious how we mug. Yesterday, when I went home, there was a post- it on my room door.

April 18, 2007

 

And on my table was a very sweet message from my sister. I was tearing when I read it =) My sister is sensitive, sweet and obliging half the time and ornery, childish and attitude the other half. We grew up fighting for the same space, squabbling about who should switch off the light at night, splitting hairs about the area of space each occupies and falling out over anything we can think of. At the end of the day, we will still love each other.

The dynamics of the relationship in the house changes everyday because there are 3 of us. Occasionally, it will be 2 against 1 (many combinations of that) and sometimes we just want to be individuals. Other times, we will play together without the divide (blardie rare). At the end of the day, we will still love each other. Sigh.

April 7, 2007

 
kaixiang and vishal/ vishal (with make-up) has problems smiling/ the original mock-up photoshoot buddies (looking conversational and deep in thoughts is pretty difficult)/ the photo that I told kaixiang I would pin up so that I can throw darts on. 

April 7, 2007

 
Boys with the make- up artiste before the photoshoot. It was quite funny with the griping and grumbling and comparing who needs more due to pimples. 

April 7, 2007

Cover worthy of the Gentlemen’s Quaterly.
Looking good is half the battle won.
Before it starts, people will expect you to win.
When you win, you feel good because you look sharp.
When you lose, you feel good because you still look sharp.
Actually not really… 

April 7, 2007

 
Sean’s revenge attack on Yee Lian. 

April 7, 2007

 
The sequence of events that led to a creamy and cakey sean bai. Happy Birthday to the prankster and instigator of all things fun and merry. 

language of love April 3, 2007

“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but neccessary.” – Catherine Earnshaw to Nelly Dean