A Recap of the pre-exam 'syndrome'

What would I do without Ms.Samantha Tan and Ms.Sheryl Chung around to 'shine our armours'?

I have to confess that I MISS YOU NYAMUKS! for Bugging my life with your silly jokes!
For dragging out of my comfort zone and pushing me to do more, and more.

Whatever the outcome. I know it was not a waste of time.

We had so much fun together.

Happie that exam's over. But a little 'lost' at the same time, knowing that we have nothing to read for TWELVE to FIFTEEN HOURS a day for FIVE WEEKS! =p

Short-lived Joy. Long Live the THREE MOSQUITOES!!!

My Way~

"..and now, the end is near, and so I face, the FINAL curtain..."


- 4th June...9.00AM...CONFLICT OF LAWS... -
Damn. Damn Conflict of Laws.

My Final paper for Final year Finally.
Could have ended better...but well...it's life....SO WHERE THE HELL WAS THE DOMICILE QUESTION??!!!

okay. It's over now. Let it go woman,just let it go.

Time for reflection. Time to resume with my duties.
Time to have some fun. Time pick up the pieces and face the the rest of 2009~~

MOSTLY, HAVE. FUN. =)

CLP. I'll see you soon.

till then, I would like to complete the song...

"...I did it MY WAY~!!"

Final Year Revision, Finally~

Lately, in case I have not kept you updated, I've been preparing for my Finals.

Thanks to my beloved Nyamuk Gang...it has been the best, most enjoyable, bearable revision in my entire academic life. *winks*

Tan Sri Nyamuk Besar and Tun Nyamuk Kecil have successfully kept me in check.
Making sure that I don't slack.

Really appreciate the study companionship.

Hahahaha...I have no complaints but one, I just can't stand it when they smoke! =p
But that's fine. Really. I'm Okay.

All the best to the Nyamuks!
WE CAN DO IT!
NO doubt bout that!

High Flight - an Airman's Ecstacy

Came across this beautifully written sonnet by

an Anglo-American aviator and poet who died as a result of a mid-air collision over Lincolnshire during World War II.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

John Gillespie Magee (1922 - 1941)