The Next Stage

No, i have not died. That is not the reason why this blog has not been updated since June.

I have simply moved on to another form of self-expression and am now maintaining a tumblr account. It's not that the other blogging platform is much better than this (no lengthy posts which requires me to think hard about how to put my feelings into words there). It's just, much like a lot of what happens in life, we just find something else more suited to our needs.

But i won't be deleting this. It's a nice reminder of memories from 2004 to early 2010. And it charts my growth and regressions from time to time.

See you, folks! :)

Taking Chances

Don't know much about your life.
Don't know much about your world, but
Don't want to be alone tonight,
On this planet they call earth.

You don't know about my past, and
I don't have a future figured out.
And maybe this is going too fast.
And maybe it's not meant to last,

But what do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?

I just want to start again,
And maybe you could show me how to try,
And maybe you could take me in,
Somewhere underneath your skin?

What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?

Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?

And I had my heart beaten down,
But I always come back for more, yeah.
There's nothing like love to pull you up,
When you're laying down on the floor there.

So talk to me, talk to me,
Like lovers do.
Yeah walk with me, walk with me,
Like lovers do,
Like lovers do.

What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?

Don't know much about your life
And I don't know much about your world


I have glee to thank for making music happy again and for re-igniting my interest to make music. I love this show so so so much, its irrational :D

And when i see how close the cast is, it gives me warm gooseberries that i do have a bunch of people who i could call my family. Eternally grateful. Yup, thanks.:)

Gonna try harder.

Not Enough

There’s nothing you can say
Nothing you can do
There’s nothing in between
You know the truth

Nothing left to face
There’s nothing left to lose
Nothing takes your place

When they say
You’re not that strong
You’re not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you’re well

There’s nothing left to prove
There's nothing I won’t do
There’s nothing like the pain
I feel for you

Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to feel
I am always here

When they say
You’re not that strong
You’re not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you’re well

What you want
What you lost
What you had
What is gone is over

What you got
What you love
What you need
What you have is real

It's not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough, I'm sorry

It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough...

When they say
You’re not that strong
You’re not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you’re well

It’s not enough
No
It’s not enough
It’s not enough

Truth At Any Cost

Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me

Yeah
Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And all the promise we adored
Give us life again
Cause we just wanna be whole

When people tell me "that's just life" or "life is unfair, deal with it", i simply REFUSE to accept it. Life can throw couple of hard knocks your way; hell it can throw it again and again and again.

But the moment you sit down, throw your hands up and just accept the "truth" without asking questions, YOU'VE LOST.

Victory will be sweet. The tough stuff that comes before it will be bitter. But the regret you carry around with you your whole life will be worse.

Behind you every step of the way.

State of Seriousness

So my legal theory professor released a list of 21 possible essay questions which will be appearing for our finals and as efficient students, we decided to split up the questions within a group to minimize the amount of time needed to prepare for the paper.

The problem with that is... you get things like this in your essays:

"Henry Hart, Jr (not the same the Hart-Fuller HLA Hart) said that the key idea was in giving the Courts more voices instead of just one"

"Refer to Question 7 notes on Fuller’s arguments and Dworkin’s arguments. In my opinion they are quite similar."

GEEEE. GREAT THANKS. That's really exam-grade answers mate!! Now let's get this clear: i hate USELESS people and i hate STUPID people. If this is not the type of paper that you expect to read in your revision, then bloody well dont write things like that for other people to read.

And you know whats the scariest thing? I dont even know if they writing this shit because theyre useless/lazy/not taking this very seriously or worse, BEING A SELFISH TIT.

SERIOUSLY???!?!?

Suitably Refreshed

Okkkkkkkk i'll admit it. The previous post was written in a severe moment of weakness and i am now awash with shame and guilt (well not really) for indulging in it.

Gist of the story is that i got really really down over the huge kerfluffle of opinions being thrown at me for getting into a certain mooting competition. But now that said competition is over and the stream of talk has died down, i can objectively say FUCKKKKK ITTTT and start studying. Oh ok maybe studying and waiting for organizer of said competition to offer me an internship as promised (otherwise i will have nothing to do during the summer oh dreadddd).

Hmm wait actually studying and waiting AND DOING DAMAGE CONTROL. Thanks to one particularly unlearned-in-the-art-of-social-communications-and-interactions "friend" who seems to have gotten me embroiled into another law school related drama.

Haiya. Life and its.... unsavouries.

But who cares. As soon as the exams are over (and believe me they will be all too soon) i can go and do something about my not-so-red-anymore hair. Maybe even get another pair of beautifully made shoes for internship (that issss if the company even gets around to emailing me).

IN THE MEANTIME, it's back to Savigny and the German legal system. Ohhh joyyyy <3333

Black And White

I


am slowly


but ever so surely


losing grip


on


REALITY.


I cannot stop the thought that i was trapped in a world i dont belong in. Every particle is screaming to get out and i can only watch as the loose ends start to unravel.

I feel like i cannot talk to anyone. I find myself surrounded by either abject cruelty or blind idealism. I fear failure and i fear success, so much so that i sometimes think of throwing myself off a building so that i dont have to deal with my imperfect future.

Perhaps my mind is not as strong as it seems.