oh my goodness. the wife is so longwinded that i could cry. my dear lady, i don't need the histroy of your children's tuition teachers and what happened to them. your child's first chinese tution teacher could have been divorced 3 times, relocated to the top of the Himalayan mountains and the earth would still rotate. and besides your husband only wrote one paragraph. why oh why must you reply 9 paragraphs back to him. i know that you pay alot for these legal services. but do you know the one who has to sieve through your whole lot of irrelevant junk to reach the relevant parts is an unpaid intern who is being made used of by a legal associate (ie first yr newbie lawyer) and ignored by her big boss (read partner of the firm). but as longwinded as you are, i would like to applaud you for your decent grammer and vocabulary knowledge. cos this unpaid intern has met longwinded client with horrible writing ability who is currently sitting in a cushy chair, raking in $20,000 +++ a month.

what can i say. life.




my main computer has been down for quite a while now and has been recently booted up. not that i was terribly concerned by it. with a laptop and wireless, im pretty much self-sustainable.

but a thought just occurred to me.

oh bloody cow. all my music and songs.

all those years of breaking the law.




while seeing my dog rolling about the floor, a question pop into my head.

what is it that makes us alive?

what is it in me, in my dog, in you who are capable of reading this, alive?

what keeps our hearts beating, our brains whirling, our will pushing us on?

is being alive just about a beating heart, a whirling brain and a pushy will?

ok i realise that it is more than one question. but it did spark off just one question. and that question led to more questions. as it is the way it usually works.

just looking at my dog being able to roll about, to gnarl at a torn rug, to look at me with his puppy dog eyes (just a figure of speech because he is no longer a puppy, more like some old dog) and to follow me around in hope that i will drop some food for him to pounch on.

my dog is alive.

ok that sentence just sounded psychotic. of course he is alive. unless i always mistook him for a soft toy. which i did not. just to clarify. i have enough people thinking that im weird already. and i don't need another example of my supposed weirdness. and by the way the more appropriate adjective would be quirky. and i will leave it as that.

but there is something in him that keeps him going. something that causes his tail to wag. something that causes him to run around like a psychomaniac.

what is that spark of life that i see in him.

why do humans seem to have it harder. we look tired all the time with our worn drawn faces. even our smiles seem lacklustre. what are we striving for. to climb higher in whatever ladder we are in. to fit in and feel like we are accepted in a group of people. to be living THE life that always seems to be beyond our grasps.

maybe it was never supposed to be that complicated. we say that it cannot be helped, that the world is just like that. we just got to get on that wargon if not we will be left behind. but where exactly are we heading. does anyone know where we are heading.

but i can be sure of one thing. i dunno about you guys. but i have lost my spark. somewhere along the road. i am not sure when it happened or how it happened. but before i knew it, it slipped out of my fingers.

i look at my dog and i saw a spark.

and i want my spark back.




can a fool rush in
can he go too fast before it begins
can he waste his time on broken lunch
can a fool, can a fool rush in

can a heart beat too fast
can the pace be such it's not meant to last
but if it goes too slow or it just won't go
can a heart, can a heart beat too fast

and i don't know and i don't care
if love's a game, if love's not fair to me
it never was, it never is
but that's ok
because we're just fools and our love is just that way

can a real love last
when the heart's so closed, it already passed
but if you never love, you may never know
can a real, can a real love last

the family tree: fool's love




everytime i bored and my brain refuses to think, i would play the staring game with my dog. but i always lose. he just cracks me up.

one last paper on thurs and i will be FREE!!

but it is also the paper that im worried about the most because it is the last paper. and frankly, i can't study anymore.

this exam is really excruciating to go through. in the past, even though exams were painful, at least the day or the very bare minimum, the night before the exam, i would panick, adrenaline would flow and i would be able to study.

but this time, even a couple of hours before the paper, all i could think about is how much i want to sleep. no adrenaline rushing, no panic attack. i was calm. but the wrong sort of calm because it makes me sleepy instead.

at this moment, i would like to quote homer simpson: it is always easy to blame yourself, but it is easier to blame others.

and i blame the weather. for making me sleepy.

ok ok i blame myself.

so while i lay placid, indulging my lazy self. my writing self will like to tell my lazy self to bloody wake up and get to work. just 2 more days. work hard and get over it.

i can do it. i can do it. i can do it.




Question 2:

"General theories of law...try to show legal practice as a whole in its best light, to achieve equilibrium between legal practice as they find it and the best justification od that practice. So no firm line divides jurisprudence from adjudication or any other aspect of legal practice... Any practical legal argument, no matter how detailed and limited, assumes the kind of abstract foundation jurisprudence offers, and when rival foundations compete, a legal argument assumes one and rejects others. So any judge's opinion is itself a piece of legal philosophy, even when the philosophy is hidden and the visible argument is dominated by citation and lists of facts. Jurisprudence is the general part of adjudication, silent prologue to any decision at law."

To what extent is the statement true of legal practice in relation to common law adjudication, statutory interpretation and constitutional interpretation?

fabulous lah.

hello prof. which statement are you referring to?

each time i go through an exam, it is always worse than the last one. legal theory for now, you are champ of the worst exams zaramok has ever taken.

not only did she not understand the question. she did not know if her answer answered the question. and her ans was unstructured, all over the place, vague at parts and the word 'crap' can just sum it all up. and as she did not actively take part in class (read previous post), lets just say that 'screwed' can't even begin to describe her despair.

oh well. deep breaths zara. you are not going to die. not yet anyway.




legal theory is stressing me out. but i have no one to blame except myself. i blame myslef for being lazy and not keeping up with my readings. but actually i do read my readings. my greater fault would lie in my stupidity to understand those readings. but that would sound too bleak and depressing. so i would just blame myself for not putting in enough effort to understand those readings.

i can't remember the last time i felt so stressed. maybe it was just last semester when i was studying for contract.

in legal theory, class participation is 30%. most ppl dun really speak up in class, bulk of the discussion takes place in the online forum. the online forum currently has 623 posts. and there are 40 plus ppl in my group. so you do the math. and i only posted 2 posts. so you can do more math here.

just by entering the forum. a great deal of unknown hormones (the med students can enlighten me here) rushes into my bloodstream, causing my brain to squirm around and contort in agony, creating what is commonly known as a headache.

in view of such immense brain contortion, i do what i do best in face of danger. i still remember that in bio lesson i learnt that the human body is equipped in such a way that when faced with danger, adrenaline is pumped into the body and you are in the fight or flight mode. and i go on "flight" mode constantly. it is a wonder how i manage to survive till this age of mine. and how i manage to still be in the education system.

the 623 posts in the forum are not fluffy, lets smoke around and crap our way through posts. they are not like just write 35 words to get my class part marks posts. they are long, structured, essay-liked. some filled with great depth and thought. and the way they write.

*groan*

i am going to die. i can't do this. i suck at it like how i suck at napha. i can't write. not in that way.



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