Wednesday, March 23, 2005

But alas, we live in a world where timing seems to be everything, that invisible ingredient that can make interlocking pieces fit perfectly, or not at all.

"And I walk away cause I can;
Too many options may kill a man."
- Damien Rice, The Professor

The last entry in Jordan's blog is so incredibly sweet. I always get a huge shock when I see people display their love and affection so honestly and unencumberedly. I could never do that, for I'd always have the urge to say something clever. (Which really reminds me of this scene in D'Lovely, where the MGM boss told Cole Porter that the difference between Irving Berlin and him was that Berlin could write genuine love songs because he wasn't trying to be witty all the time.)

Concentrating (as much as possible, for the twin distractions of music and TV are almost impossible to ignore) on moots now. I realised I do quite enjoy the actual mooting; nerve-racking as it may be, it does, slightly disturbingly, give me a rush of adrenaline. However, I hate having to prepare for the moots. I hate Azmin bin Rahim. My TG makes the whole process so much more bearable though.

E.g. 1
Judge: What if the hospital did not reduce the working hours, and Azmin fell ill?
Yongwei: Then Azmin would have to see the in-house physician.

E.g. 2
Andre: It would be pure injustice to strike out the 96 hour term just because it is substantively unfair. Let me repeat that. It would be pure injustice...

Commentators say that I have the following problems:

1. I look like I'm conducting an orchestra with my right hand.
2. I interrupt when judges ask me stupid questions.
3. I laugh when judges ask me stupid questions.
4. "Ok, um, yah. So basically..."
5. I blink too much.

Numbers 1-4 I will try my best to stop. But how do I stop myself from blinking? How?

-- tee @ 1:33 pm |