at home typing at my mom's LG net book! netbooks are so cute :) i think ill bug my mom to get me one!or an iphone.for my birthday! highly unlikely that i will succeed she doesnt spend much on frivolous(i.e. more than the basic need to be alive) things....gone was the days where i was a spendthrift,now( especially since a mall is on the way home)

now,on to law school reflections ( sorry michelle i promise your drawings will be on the way soon!crazy and psychedelic.)

terry kan talked today about the ethical question: Would you remove the intravenous tube from a person in a vegetative state?


At "yes" i raised my hand.those who are close to me should know what im talking about.it is not cruel,it is only liberating that a soul should be let free from the body instead of having to claw onto the life-that is meaningless.i remember it so vividly even though i was eleven only...and my life has gone downhill from then.with a few peaks of course.but mostly its a journey of self discovery.

not to say im satisfied,im not.humans never are satisfied.we are always greedy,insecure and jealous.In tort law,part of the reason we find one guilty is from the "blameworthy state of mind".if so,i should have gotten life imprisonment.


i guess i am just in a abit of a sian mood recently with all the mugging and tiredness.and i worry.about myself.and my friends.and how people think of me.but this moment will pass and i will be stronger.but sometimes i cant help but question what i am worth. then i will think," aiyah heck lah,not smart then not smart,not chio then not chio,god made you this way,there is always plastic surgery/lipsuction/marry a slutty ang moh/be a manga artist/bankrupt people also get take care by the government/chop leg,chop hand be beggar also not bad/got friends that are way more bitchy and make life a little more extra spicy rojak.


i turn on the fan,and the breeze blows softly in my face.
wisps of hair get caught on my lips and i blow them away,watching
the wind,a transient existence
teaching white feathers to twirl in a delicate dance
guiding the path of the sleepy bird home