“I’m a toasted crumpet”

Not exactly getting ready for a night out, but for a night at Mars Hill Cafe- renovating. Just yesterday, we closed off the back section of the cafe which includes the kitchen, toilets and stairs so that we could pull up the festy old carpet. I was honoured with first pull (“How was it?” “Ummm, yeah, good. I’ve never ripped up carpet before” Really, it was a bit awkward. I was wearing a shamefully short skirt and ripping up carpet required too much maneuvering for me to be entirely comfortable). After that everyone else got to cleaning the faded lime green lino underneath and painting the kitchen. I joined in painting after awhile and was awarded with the head spinning fumes. Which made everyone happy.

Mike picked out “Tangerine” as the colour of his new work kitchen. I thought it was a forced kind of cheerful, like the kind you would see at a children’s hospital. But I don’t have to be working in that kitchen (really).

Anyway, the night got more and more crazy as people got more tired and exerted thmselves in the most weird (and not entirely wonderful) ways.

I’m likin’ this American Boy

Marty left for for the concrete jungle on Thursday.

So, today is my fourth day out of the fifty one that I’ll have to bear without him. Which is difficult because I’m never going to get a better friend to help me through this particular rough patch. But we’ve been incessantly messaging each other anyway; and as fast as it takes to update a status or compose a wall post (Facebook, of course), we’ve been able to keep in touch. But fifty one days is a whole lot of days to go without someone who’s been there, day in and day out, for you to consult with and calm your frayed nerves. But I’m going to look forward to the 25th December. That’s going to be Christmas, and the day after I’ll be off to Melbourne. Where, after a day and a half of drinking in the sights and sounds as one third of JAP (that’s the travelling and exploring entity that is Jess, Ange and Pat), I’m off again to Tasmania for a three day music festival (Falls Festival). A couple more days to explore Tasmania (we heard that it gets really boring, really quickly). Then back to Melbourne. Same deal as the first time. And, then. Then we come back, and Marty should be pretty much homebound as well! I’m praying that time would help make the time fly and I won’t get so withdrawn about my time away from him. Well, that’s what I’m telling myself anyway. So, it’s only one month to go to Christmas. So… *deep breath*

Keeping score

Go through your wall posts and list the last 20 people to post on your wall (including status comments). Do not list any repeats; simply go to the next name on the list. Then, answer the 42 questions pertaining to the 20 names. When you’re finished, tag all 20 people on the list, so the cycle can continue. If you’ve been tagged, copy and paste this information into a new note and follow the directions above.

1. Angeline Kurmann
2. Martin Lorenzo Pagdanganan
3. Julius Villa-real
4. James Khu
5. Sung ho Lee
6. Aileen Lee
7. Julian Lim
8. Paul Torkington
9. Peter Teoh
10. Jessica Nghiem
11. Patrick Villareal
12. Dianne Perez
13. Edith Chow
14. Sophia Lee
15. Wei Ge
16. Lillian Luu
17. Trevor Bulwan
18. Mia Nguyen
19. Cassandra Nguyen
20. Mylee Vien

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A million billion stars to keep us company

” the summer could be defined as sunrise. nearly everyday we would escape into a world of nicotine and stars. those stars spoke to me. and you’re the one i shared my dream with. it was that sky i needed to sink myself into. for the past year, of orange haziness, i dreamed of feeling small and in awe again. i deeply absorbed the quietness of the early morning, the sound of silence that you grew up with, but i rarely experience. it’s amazing how much noise just one car makes on the road a mile away. and how the wind blowing through the trees sounds just like busy the inner-city highways near my apartment. we saw shooting stars one after another after another after another. i tried to keep up with the wishes. nervous with anticipation; we barely knew each other and now we were sharing sleeping bags from the back of your subaru. i made a dent in the hood of your car. every time i think of that i giggle on the inside; sorry. there is a part of you i haven’t touched yet. but i suppose those feelings take more time than we had. we drove to clear and open roads, to trespassing hidden locations, to parking garage rooftops, to the base of the mountains, to the edge of town by the refuge, to desolate parking lots and barren laundr-o-mats, to hot tubs belonging to expensive resort hotels. it was fun.
it was awkward. it was silent and i was shy. but it was so so beautiful. if anything is certain, we both share that love for the edge of a new day. “
-cg

Posted by Le Love at 9:10 PM Thursday, 12 November 2009.

 

Music’s the reason why I know time still exists

My Heartbreak and Heartmade playlist. I’m in a very specific mood and frame of mind when I turn to this playlist.

1. Gotye- Night Drive

2. Sarah McLachlan- Answer

3. Elisa- Dancing

4. Rachel Yamagata- Meet Me By The Water

5. Death Cab for Cutie- I Will Follow You Into The Dark

6. Norah Jones- Don’t Know Why

7. Iron & Wine- Passing Afternoon

8. Lior- This Old Love

9. Josh Kelly- Almost Honest

10. Brooke Fraser- Arithmetic

 

Thank you for the quiet times

Have you ever thought that you know someone so well, that you could almost preempt what they’re going to say or even do in a certain situation? I don’t think I have that with anyone. But I have faith that however it turns out, it’ll be OK. I’ll even dare to say GOOD. I believe in us.

 

P.S. Two full days left before everything is due. Word Count: zero.

 

And also,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PAUL! I LOVE YOU, BROTHER.

lol

a moment a love a dream; aloud.

Here’s one of my worst fears:

Nothing’s going to change my world

It takes me awhile to ready myself for the thing that I have planned to do. Take now for example. I had set myself up for a night of study, I really did. With four essays to read, research and write all by Tuesday of next week (six days from now, yikes!) I had given myself up to the prospect of doing nothing for the next while but study, commute to and from work and uni, and sleep.

 

Let’s see what I actually did do, though.

 

1. Wake up late

2. Catch two trains and a bus to get to uni- couldn’t quite manage to keep my eyes open to read study notes, and ended up dozing instead (I know, I know…)

3. Read materials for my Constitutional Law and Administration research assignment during class.

4. One train ride to the city later, and…

5. Work, from 1-8 PM.

6. Read mX on the train homebound.

7. Read news headlines on my phone.

8. Home: where I promptly threw off my work clothes in favour of running gear.

9. Half an hour of running in a big circle around my suburb.

10. Showered.

11. Exfoliated.

12. Moisturised, Scrubbed, Cleansed.

13. Checked Facebook, wordpress, blogger, blackboard, ffffound, tumblr and various fashion websites.

14. Arranged papers on my desk.

15. Hoarded good luck’s and god-speed-you-black-emperor remarks from people (general well wishes for my exams and assessments, I think).

16. Fiddled with my itunes to find appropriate study music.

17. Blogging.

 

Hello!

Property Take Home Exam

K Gray and S F Gray, in Elements of Land Law, 4th edition 2005, point out at p 864, para 10.21:

“In recent decades a new pragmatism has become apparent in the law of trusts. English courts have eventually conceded that the classical theory of resulting trusts, with its fixation on intentions presumed to have been formulated contemporaneously with the acquisition of title, has substantially broken down. . . . Simultaneously the balance of emphasis in the law of trusts has transferred from crude factors of money contribution (which are pre-eminent in the resulting trust) towards more subtle factors of intentional bargain (which are the foundational premise of the constructive trust). This process of intellectual migration has contributed in no small way to a blurring of the borderline between these two forms of trust.”

Discuss this statement in the context of the Australian law of resulting and constructive trusts.

 

Now… wasn’t constructive trusts the topic of that tutorial that I turned up to, when no one was there? When the tutor cancelled on us at the last minute and I didn’t get the message? And I couldn’t make it to another tutorial to replace my missed one because I had work? That one? Oh, right!