Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away with me where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you, on a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee kigh
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountain top
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you to come away with me in the night
Come away with me


Norah Jones.

There are things we know
Things we know not
Matters we understand
Instances we just can’t seem to fathom
And in between each of those extremes
The crossing which bridges the great spanning gap
Between the known and the unknown
Between the understandable and the unfathomable

Lies a door
Awaiting our strength, and courage

It lies in wait like a seductive temptress
Willing us to make a choice
The choice to take that final step
With resounding valour
The choice to unlock the secrets
Of the realm of the unknown
Of what lies yonder
The choice to face fear; stare it in the eye
To be mavericks in our own ways
The choice
To open that door

The door which lies between our current dispositions and our future.


Behind which lies some things we all yearn for.
Answers, knowledge, acceptance.
Life in all its glory and splendour.
Open that door and tell the world.

I. AM. NOT. AFRAID.

I have amazingly wonderful news! My aunt, Joanna (yea, the one with the same name as me). She's PREGNENT!!! It was just confirmed a couple of days ago, and i'm gonna be the kids' godmum! and i KNOW most ppl who i've told so far have had rather uniform reactions to this peice of news that i'm so estatic about. They say smthin along the lines of " omg! the poor kid!" and "YoU!?"...thanks alot guys, i fee so loved.

That aside, now that my life is totally devoid of any form or studying or cramming facts into my brain, i feel so lost. like my life has somehow lost its purpose. cuz as far as i can rmb, my life has been about studying, mugging and memorising agonizingly mundane facts which seem to provide no use beyond the classroom. SO i now find that all sorts of random memorised facts keep floating around in my head. When placed in solitary confinement, these facts makes sense to me, but when structured into form, these facts somehow lose all their prior coherence. SO its all there. Just floating away.


Law:

"Provocation is considered to be an anachronistic defence beacuase the factors which diminsh culpability are now taken into account in the sentencing of the offender"

"The Chicago Jury Project worked in favour of abolishing juries in the courts because the outcome showed that judges disagreed with 25% of jury verdicts and would have convicted in 16.9% of cases where the jury acquitted"

"An example of developing existing legal principles can be seen in the case of Donoghue V Stevenson (1936) where Lord Atkin distuguished Winterbottom V Wright as he believed that the principles of privity to contractual liability shuld inculde 3rd parties to a contract and he then subsequently developed Judge Brett;s proximity principle and expounded this view in his neighbour principal, establishing the principle of negligence"

Business:

"Employess expectations are the formal and informal beliefs of the employess; formal beliefs being a written employment contract and informal being preconceived ideas which come about through word of mouth and advertisements. egs being scope for promotion, felxible working hours and fair wages"

" IR laws and AWAs"

"Contributions of LSOs (Large Scale Organisations) to the economy.

English:

"In Sky Burial, the already introspective and laconic Wen became evn more confined and idiosyncratic with the kidnapping of her friend and confidant, Zhouma"

"Look Both Ways: "doesnt matter how life ends, matters how it was"
"do you see death when you look at me?"
" Do you believe in God? " "How could anyone believe in something so bloody ridiculous? A big guy sitting at the top saying, "Oh, you've been bad! Off you trot to hell!"


yea, so as you can see, i'm going INSANE! and i dont believe i actually just bothered to type all that out! I have too much time on my hands! Somebody! HELP!

I'm ill. Great. I've been throwing up for 2 days, not being able to keep anything down. and i've got this mind numbing headache which take the words "searing pain" to a whole new level.

All i can say is, thank God this didnt happen during my exams. If not i could have just kissed my 96 ENTER goodbye and along with it, my acceptance into the journalism course @ RMIT.

"Time flies. Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds."

-Meredith Grey

Time. A concept so subtle, yet powerful and assertive enough to control the way each man leads his life. Day by day. It makes you wonder, how something so intangible, something you could so easily forget was there, can dominate your life so blatantly.

Time. We all yearn for more of it. "if only there was more than 24 hours in a day", as so many of us have lambered on with an incessant, unrelenting tirade or conquest to save just that one extra minute which would grant us more time for somthing or another.

Time. We need it. So much so that it has reached such an imperitive nature, that we now liken it to the bare essentials of living. Air, water, life. We all need time. To heal our wounds, to collect memories, to grow up, to cry, to laugh, to love, to yearn. To move on, to let let go, to remember, to forget. We need time.

Its so precious. You never know how little of it you had left till it gets taken away from you, with no care or concern for the repercussions of trepidation or languish you or the ones you love will be left to deal with. So stop wasting it. Stop squandering it away with querluous moments. Cause when it comes down to it, we don't have quite enough of it to play with. It could all be over in a second. One second.

Thats all it takes....

What it the flavour of life? By far, the most unanimous answer i've got as of now, is that the flavour of life, is none other than love. SO what then, is the flavour of love? This one got alot of people stumped.

Just as the myriad of colours the sky brings forth changes with the passing of time, so does love. It can be bitter, sweet, sour, spicy. You name it. Love can also be so contradictory within itself. When you know that something which is spposed to be the epitome of heaven itself can be described as bordering on the hinges of hate, you know for a fact that there is no way in hell you could ever trust something so unpredictable.

i wanna trust you, but i can't seem to

you haven't picked up any of my calls

you said you loved me, so very much

and yet, i find that i somehow haven't heard your voice in weeks

whats going through your head?

where have you been? what are you doing?

i hate not knowing. it kills me, eats me up from the inside out

but thats what love essentially is isnt it?

it gives you life, then it takes that life away from you

without any care or concern about the state you're left in

Where ARE YOU!!?

this is gonna be quick. as short as possible cause i cant seem to go one day without writing something. be it in my journal, notebook or blog.

had my party on the 17th. it was AWESOME! we had the best time!really felt like we were all kids again. playing games which were the very epitome of our play time when we were kids, covered in sand and mud, and oblivious to the problems and complexities that the reality of the outside world had to offer.

after most of the others had left, helen, joelle, faire, jimmy and ben stayed over, and rach, sayer, lili and ben left at only about 3.30am. after which the rest of us played xbox (which i found out, much to my utter amazement that i'm actually quite good at), played charades, watched movies, yapped on for hours, contemplated prank calling people, had a rather DAM (deep & meaningful) convo and eventually drifted off to slp only to wake up about an hour later.

all in all, it was a wonderful day. thanks to all of you who made it special! i love you guys! i'll post pics up soon, but for now, 1 hour of slp in 48 hours is just NOT cutting it anymore. so i'm out. bye world!

ps...man i LOVE to talk. this was spposed to be short. i should really learn how to summarise.

Finally. I can say a big FAT goodbye to this:


and give one hell of a welcome to this:

not having to worry about time management and contraints and being able to just simply wile my time away. Man that sounds so good.

The Sky's the LIMIT!!!

six down. one to go. its so close, i can almost taste it, touch it, feel it. hell, i'd even consume it. this fri at 2pm, and it'll all be over.

i'm running on 4 hours of sleep. after 72 hours. how? numerous cups of coffee. i'm almost there. just gotta sit my ass down and study now.

oh help. i'm gonna pass out.

Three years ago, to this very date, my grandmother passed away. It was barely a few hours after my birthday had passed, and we got the news that at 7.30am on the 10th of November, she had drawn her last breath, felt her last heartbeat and closed her eyes for the last time. Somehow, 3 years later and i still feel my chest tighten at the very thought of it, i feel the tears prick my eyes and i feel the tightening of my throat. Just as i felt 3 years ago when we found out.

I still have nightmares about it, still have horrific nightmares of her dying, with my heart thuddering, taking in gasping breaths of air, only to awake and realise that ur dreams cant take away from you something you've already lost.

She's gone. has been gone for a long time, and she's never gonna come back. thats the cruel, harsh reality of the situation. I'm never again going to be able to stand next to her in front of the mirror and put my arm around her shoulders to make myself feel taller since she was so incredibly small. I'll never again see that small, secretive smile which splayed across her face, showing me how much she loved it when i did that. never again be able to taste those mouth watering gulab jamuns she used to make for me each year for my birthday just cuz she knew i loved them. never be able to touch my nose to hers and do our little spastic dance again. Never again. Kelly Clarkson said it right. Never again.

I love you Thathi. Always have, always will. and even though you're no longer here, memories of you putting in your fake teeth after finding them from our hiding place will have to keep till i see you again in heaven. I love you so much, and for all my eloquence, i cant seem to put my emotions into words any better than that. Because thats all it come down to. I hope i'm able to shower the abundance of love you showered on me on someone else, so maybe, someone else might have the pleasure of feeling even a tiny, minute fracture of the abundance of love that you so readily bestowed on us.

God really is good, cuz he gave you to us. I know you're watching over me, every step of the way, i know you see all my tears, feel all my pain, share in all my happiness. and i hope, beyond hope that you're proud of me, more than anything else, i hope that what you see brings a smile to your lips; just as thinking about you brings one to mine.

Wanna know something funny? I almost forgot that it was my b'day today. hahah! I was so caught up with all my mugging and studying for exams that i was so oblivious and completely forgot till i went to school and my friends bombarded me with hugs and birthday wishes.

What an absolute shame that i had to sit for a maths exam on my bdae...oh well, it'll all be over soon, and i CAN"T WAIT FOR THE 17TH!! PARTAY!! It's gonna be MASSIVE, with like 60 people coming. So, excited would be the understatement of the century. Now i gotta get through the rest of my exams. *SOB*

so on this day, 19 years ago, i was born. i know i know, some ppl will be crying because of this, for instance joel asogan. idiot. cuz i torture him so much with my incesscent sarcasm. but u know wat? DEAL WITH IT! hahaha! i'm out! back to studying!

-Carrie Underwood

Sometimes, the problems which have been plaguing your life for as long as you can remember are sometimes trivialised so magnaniously that you're left standing in a pool of doubt, wondering whether or not there was in fact something that warranted your undying worry and fear.

All i know right now is that i'm surrounded by so much doubt that i'm beginning to question my initial emotions. going back to the very root of the issue and trying to see what was it that was so great about it which reeled me in so rapidly. was there ever anything there to begin with? was it all a lie? I used to be so sure. but now....

i'm just left standing here. unsure. and surrounded by this massive whirlpool of questions. all these questions to which i have no answers.

Two souls
So far yet so near
I sometimes think I can
Simply reach out and touch you
Then I remember that beside me, is what you’re not.

Two souls
Oh so perfect for each other
Yet as contradictory as heaven and hell
Sometimes I think a lifetime wouldn’t suffice
For me to convey the magnitude of what I feel for you.

Two souls
Yearning to say those three sacred words
Yearning but never yielding
Strike while the iron’s hot you say do you?
But what of stone cold hearts, what of those?

Two souls
Can you feel them reverberating with fear
Fear and trepidation of the unknown
Of ghosts and shadows which lurk deep within
So deep and well concealed that for a moment,
It slips your mind that it actually exists.

Two souls
Fighting to coincide, or just merely survive
The distance keeps growing and now you seem so far, oh so far
Answers are the one thing these souls seek
Care to help? All hope seems lost

I have both good and bad news.

Bad= Exams have started. When it seemed like but a mere thought WAY into the future just one month ago. Its here, looming right b4 my very eyes. more like suffocating me actually.

Good=Now that they've started, it means i'm THAT much closer to it ending. It all ends on the 16th of November baby!!

First paper is over and done with. English. My most important paper cause its what i need first and foremost to get into journalism. and i reckon it went pretty smoothly, considering the fact that 5 minutes before the exam i was in dire need of a paper bag to breathe into due to my profuse hyperventilation.

the topic for the issues section of the paper was "Are children today overprotected"? and surprise surprise! people had an abundance of things to say regarding the matter; it stretched to both extremes, from accusing overprotecting parents of "mollycoddling" their kids and turning them into "delinquents, depressed...blah blah blah". and then of course the other side of the issue was presented as well, because, as per usual, EVERYONE wants a say. in that portion, the world was described as "weird" and "desperately unsafe".

no sitting on the fence there. one or the other. and just lemme say, even though i don't neccesarily condone overprotective parents, the kids in my family are prime candidates for being the victims of the act. the rules here are pretty much as stringent as you get. and we turned out just fine. EXTREMELY WACKED AND CRAZY, but fine on the whole. so much for the theory of retired principal jane brown that overprotectiveness turns out tmr's delinquents.

TAKE THAT JANE BROWN!

hahah! k, i'm seriously a gone case right now. too much studying. i'll be back! till then, wish me luck for the rest of the torturous, puke inducing, mind boggling, expidation accelerator of retardation....yea, all i was trying to insert there was EXAMS. right now, JOANNA=FRIED BRAIN CELLS.

goodnight world.