abluewhale

 Hello friends! Just to qualify myself, its not that I thick skin want you all to get this for me. Just that some people strongly requested so just some ideas of what would be appreciated! (:

 - Chewy Gooey Crispy Crunchy Melt-in-Your-Mouth Cookies by Alice Medrich

-Dragon Age Origins/ Dragon Age Origins: Ultimate Edition

-chromatic tuner for guitar

- Silicon cake pan (8/9 inch) maybe 2!!!

-something by Ian McEwan (already have Atonement and Solar)

-Room: A Novel by Emma Donoghue

 I spent a good part of my day today in the school library trying to finish my work. The fortunate people reading this post may be surprised that the school was even open and fully functioning but believe or not, school was about as filled as it was on a normal day. The library was typically table-less and the benches were more or less occupied as well. I guess this kind of reflects the current muggerness of Law school and sadly my own muggerness since I was there too. 

Oh dear. 

Anyway, I spent the most part of the day searching for Halsbury Australia's edition on religion which I couldn't find anyway because some jerk took it for the entire day it seemed. Actually, screw that.

WHOEVER YOU ARE THAT TOOK BOTH HALSBURY AUSTRALIA AND ENGLAND, I KNOW YOU TOOK IT FOR THE WHOLE DAY BECAUSE I SPENT THE WHOLE DAY IN THE LIBRARY UNTIL THEY LOCKED THE TOILETS AND STARTED PLAYING THAT ANNOYING ELEVATOR MUSIC TO CHASE PEOPLE AWAY.... ANYWAY, I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE SO I er... can't do anything about it so... just don't do it again.... pretty please? 

Ahem.

In other news,, my plan to sleep early today was foiled by my neighbour dying  er I mean the wake going on right outside my window is kind of noisy so I'll probably have to wait until they all leave before I get any sleep. Of course I can't just go up to them and say "Excuse me, you are being a public nuisance!!" because well, it is a wake and someone did just die. Who do YOU think the courts are going to rule in favor?

Is it just me or does the word "died" seem so... I don't know, dead? Its like someone saying, "My goldfish died." as opposed to "My goldfish passed away". The former makes me think that you might have had it for dinner and the later like you reserved a place of honor next to your grave for it. I know both words have more or less the same meaning but still... 

 Hello world. Yes, contrary to popular belief, I am alive and somewhat kicking. I haven't had many weird dreams recently except maybe the one where I dream that I had to find my research for history on Lawnet. 

Anyway speaking of Lawnet, some freaking idiot forgot to log off it and now no one can get in. WHERE AM I GOING TO GET SPANDECK FROM? HMMM??!!

Seriously though, people keep on telling me the year 1s seem to be mugging so much but we have so much work, I have no idea how you can even finish it, if you don't spend most of the day working on it. I'm currently in a slacker club but this cannot bode well for my future grades because for whatever reason, EVERYONE else seems to camp in school to study. Which means that when I enter class, they keep on spouting stuff from random cases and I, on the other hand, am left very confused. 

I shall try not to whine too much because its not that the subject is a pain or anything. Just that  don't think I expected the kind of work we would be getting the first 3 weeks of school. 

Looking back on this piece, I don't even think it makes much sense but I can't think now because my brain is sufficiently fried so lets just leave it at that shall we?

Kenyan Man Proposes to Chelsea Clinton 
Taken from the BBC.
"He's Godwin Kipkemoi Chepkurgor, a Kenyan man who told the BBC how happy he is that Mrs Clinton has agreed to convey his marriage offer to her daughter.

In 2000 he wrote to Mrs Clinton's husband Bill, then US president, offering 40 goats and 20 cows for Chelsea Clinton's hand.

In Kenya on the first leg of her African tour, Mrs Clinton was informed by a journalist of the proposal.

"My daughter is her own person. I will convey this very kind offer," she said.

"I feel very good for her [Mrs Clinton] to have answered - almost in the affirmative," Mr Chepkurgor told the BBC's Network Africa programme.

"She promised that she will take the proposal to the daughter and I am now waiting," he said."

Hello friends. Our first graded assignment of the semester three days into the start of school.

Facts: The plaintiff's daughter Dorothy, a pious but stupid girl, suddenly joins an abbey, which in actual fact is a cult owned by, in the judges words, a "megalomaniac" couple (from now on known as the defendants). The defendants for whatever reason think that the British government's plan to get kids to work in factories because of the war is slavery, which they are against. Because of that, they kindly decide to brainwash Dorothy to join their abbey to save her from the slavery and also, by the way, make her their servant, so they and the other nuns can plot their evil plan to do evil stuff like ingest the hearts of children. The plaintiff, a workman, was bloody pissed that he couldn't see his daughter anymore.

Procedural Posture: The plaintiff, sued for damages because his daughter could not longer brush his teeth and tie his shoe-laces, (insert annoying and pretentious Latin phrase) per quod servitium amisit or, "since I'm your Dad and you bloody well serve me!"

Reasoning: Children have no rights and therefore must spend their lives until they are 21, as free servants for their parents and no, you sadly aren't allowed to brainwash people to join your cult. 

Outcome: In favour of the plaintiff with ten years of servitude from the defendants as damages.

Word Count: 219

 All the introduction lecturers tell us that we'll be drowning in work and readings. Well, two days into school and I already am!!

Why do they have to give us reading list the day before they are due? ):

 I did a stupid thing today which I doubt anyone else will find amusing but myself but since I want to remember my stupidity, I shall post it here anyway!

So I was in the car listening to the BBC when I heard a report that Muhammad Yunus had died after being arrested and admitting to his crime of instigating violence in North Africa. I was pretty shocked when I heard that because I thought that he was a Nobel Peace Prize winner, not some terrorist from Nigeria.

Well turns out they were referring to Muhammad Yusuf the leader of an Islamic sect in Nigeria! I was so sad at first when I though that Yunus had died because he pioneered lots of amazing things for the world (which I won't write out so as to not bore the few people who come here). Anyway, moral of the story is, listen closely. (: 

In my dream, I dreamt that I was having a dream about a school being blown up. It all looked very similar to those terrorist awareness MRT advertisements with the bad computer animation of an exploding MRT train except in this case, the scene was the exterior of a classroom. Nevermind the classroom for a moment though because I had a dream within a dream! In my dream, I knew I was dreaming and I "woke up" knowing that I was having the dream. Is that not the coolest thing ever? There must be some sort of philosophical thought experiment in this somewhere. Like the man who dreamt he was a butterfly but wasn't sure if he was instead a butterfly dreaming he was a man.

After doing some research, I found out that was I was having is what is known as a "lucid" dream which is a mixed state of consciousness so in a sense, I have some sort of control over my dream.

Going back to those MRT ads though, I think they've kind of traumatised a small part of my psyche because now every time I see someone with a huge luggage bag (this is surprisingly common. I saw two sets of people with them on the way to Tampines) I picture the train exploding and me along with it! This causes me to panic slightly in my head and I look around to see if anyone else has noticed said object and has the strength to approach the person or press that the red button that ominously promises a $1000 fine for its misuse -no one does apparently. Anyway, so far I've managed to survive so they haven't turned out to be terrorist yet. Still though, why must they insist on bringing a large and suspicious object onto the MRT! If your bag is a luggage bag, do the rest of us a favour and cause a taxi driver agony instead!

After a lull in strange dreams, I had a whole string of bizarre dreams last night.

First off, I was taking part in a race but while everyone was running on foot, I was luckily on horseback (but I sill didn't win). If that wasn't weird enough, my horse could talk and guess what his name was! Bernard Madoff! Yup, my horse was named after Mr-Sentenced-to-150-years-in-jail-for-the-biggest-Ponzi-scam-ever-in-US-history. After the race, we all ended up in a pool and my horse jumped in and started swimming around in it.   

Next, I ended up in a school in Korea where I was supposed to retake my A levels with some A level equivalent that the school offered. One thing I remember about the school was that it was huge and everyone was speaking English which probably meant that it was an international school. This makes absolutely no sense but I was in Korea alone attending the school while the rest of my family were in Singapore. Which really makes you wonder why I had to travel to another country to retake an exam I could take any time of the year here. Also, this more or less proves how traumatic A levels was for me since it still seems to be weighing on my mind 3 months from the release of results and more than half a year after taking the paper.

So in the dream, I remember asking my mother, "Why I had to go to another school to retake the paper since I was already in law?! To go to Harvard? (yes, I'm aware that NUS law isn't remotely close to Harvard anything but it was a dream so allow me to use some hyperbole for a moment.)"

To which she replied, "... oh yah."

So at the end, I ended up not going to the school but my parents lost $500,000 because they had (stupidly?) already paid for the school fees.

Winner of the Berlin short film award.