A Week of Studying (and Photography)

It’s the week before my final examinations this semester and I’ve been spending a huge amount of time on my studies – sleeping at 4.30am nearly everyday is driving me slightly cranky, but I’m glad I pulled through and I held up. I wouldn’t say that I’m very well prepared, but I think considering the amount of time I had, I think I’ve done nearly my best. I’ve been spending my days at the National Library or school studying and I think I’ve done a pretty good job in terms of getting myself up early enough to work, despite my terrible sleeping schedule. The lack of sleep hasn’t dampened my spirits to get work done so I am very thankful to my brain for that. I have decided to plan some sleeping time after my examination (yes, I actually have to plan my sleep) so that I can actually get to clear my sleep debt… which is accruing interest daily.

Anyway, I took a break from studying on Friday and Saturday, where I decided to volunteer for Yian’s photography class at the Raffles Girls School. It was a very good session and I did learn a lot (forcing myself to shoot in Manual mode was _the_ highlight). It was also good to be teaching again, something that I like doing and believe in doing. I find teaching a wonderful process; I believe in a good education and the sharing of one’s knowledge. We had an outdoor photography shoot at Little India although the weather was not fantastically good. It feels good to do some photography again after the rather long hiatus and I’m looking forward to the end of my examinations – because it means more intense photography shoots to come. I love the intensity of my work even though it is extremely draining on my physical self. I love it.

Photos will be up later when I’ve done my uploading and processing. For now, it’s time to get some more work done.

Writing: a new beginning

I need to start writing… again. I have realized that the longer I stop writing (on a personal basis), the more my writing becomes devoid of meaning. As a result of my present studies, my writing, I find, has become dry and bare. It has become mere reporting; a mere repetition of facts; regurgitation. It irks me. It annoys me to bits. And I have realised that there is no reason to stop writing here – because there simply is no reason.

Even after a year, I am still grappling with the effects of law school. Never in my life have I studied so hard for an examination, but never in my life have I ever been so focused or concentrated in my work. And after I started studying property law and finished my internship on matrimonial law, I have discovered some aspect of the law that piques my interest. I think, I have gotten past the stage where I abhor the studying or reading of law. A year ago, I nearly decided to transfer out because I felt that this wasn’t what I really, truly, wanted to study. But I am glad I stayed on.

Besides studying this year, I am very grateful to my mentor for giving me a chance to have a photography mentorship. From this internship I have recognised the similarities between law and photography and I am glad that my training in law has helped me, in some subtle way or another. That said, once my examinations end, I will be going full steam ahead with my photography project. It is four weeks into the internship and I still don’t feel satisfied from my work. I find that there is something amiss in my work. But I am not worrying (for now). With my mentors and my teammates help, surely, I believe, I will be able to create a beautiful project.

I re-read Lord Denning’s judgment on Miller v Jackson – a case which I came across when I was first matriculated as a law student a year ago. I remember I learnt it torts and relied on the set of “muggers” my seniors handed down. But the beauty of Miller v Jackson cannot be found in any set of “muggers” because the most best part of the judgment (from a literary perspective, let me qualify my statement) is Lord Denning’s opening statement (which will never be put in “muggers” anyway because it is not the most relevant prose to the case). I love his language and his words. And in the course of this 2 years, I believe I have read some of the most astounding judgments that have changed the course of history – in torts, contracts, property, company, and I believe, more. On retrospect, I would never have known of Lord Denning, or be so intrigued and mesmerised by his words, should I have decided to turn down law for another subject. Every time I read this specific judgment from Lord Denning, I can’t help but smile to myself and feel very blessed to be here; that I am here and reading something that I probably wouldn’t have known if I went elsewhere.

Slowly, gradually, I find myself falling in love with the common law, especially after reading more and more essays on comparative legal traditions, such as that of the French Code Napoleon and the German BGB. You may find this hilarious, or funny, but I am extremely proud that I have something in common with all the other common lawyers – and this commonality involves a snail in a bottle and a smokeball.

What a long post. But I am glad I wrote it out. I have now come to terms with myself. If I had a chance to study something else now, such as business, history, or even linguistics, I would still pick law. Because I have fallen in love with the law.

Meine Erleuchtung für das nächste Jahr

Diese zwei Wochen waren sehr fleißig und ich jetzt bin ich total angestrengend, aber ich habe viele Erleuchtungen bekommen. Ich habe erfunden, dass ich Französisch lernen muss.

Warum?

Denn ich denke, dass Französisch die Sprache des Kunstes ist. Eine Frau, die ich mich aus die Ausstellung meines Lehrer getroffen habe, redete über die Fotos des Robert Doisneau. Ich liebe seine Fotos gern und er ist Französisch. Nach einer Woche stellte mein Mentor die Arbeit der Sophie Calle vor und ich mag ihre Fotokonzepts. Und sie ist auch Französisch. Ich muss Französisch lernen, um ihre Idee und Kultur zu verstehen. Jawohl, ich muss und ich will sie lernen.

Inzwischen werde ich mein Deutsch verbessern und Finnisch weiterlernen. Ich freue mich auf das Ende von Schule, sodass ich Zeit habe, für meine Sprachen zu lernen. Mmhmm. Ich habe gar keine Zeit zu verloren!

Third Week of School!

Time flies really really quickly! I am now on my third week of school and buried under piles of Company Law, CLT and Property Law readings. Property law has been quite a killer since we are going to have lectures on Mon, Tues and Wed for three consecutive weeks. Goodness.

Anyway, I am starting to get used to school life again – which means an insane amount of tea/caffeine, sitting on the dining table surrounded by tutorials that I have to finish by the next morning and also, excessive use of my lovely (and one year old!) Mac for work related purposes, though I have used it quite extensively when I flew to Canada and France. Luckily I got InDesign and Adobe Photoshop installed. Very useful tools for photo editing and work!

Since school has started, this also means that I am back to… browsing aeroplane tickets hahahahaha. I have NO idea where I want to go yet, although I am quite sure that I want to visit Maria in Finland sometime next year (regardless of whether I get an exchange position or not), and maybe travel around Europe. I also want to complete my open water diving certificate – hopefully during this semester break – so that I can do some proper diving and do some underwater photography. Mmmm. Maybe I ought to do it this recess week or at the end of the school term.

Okay, back to company law and no more dreaming of getting out of Singapore till I finalize stuff. Bleh!

Life

I finally found my purpose in life. I finally did. I am happy and elated, after all the past few sleepless nights.

And I will start working towards it.

Cynical?

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Sometimes I wonder – are we just too cynical for our own good?

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A statement is a lie.

The photo has been photoshopped.

A beautiful smile is plastic.

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Ahhhh, where are we headed to.

In the City

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It’s late but I have to write this before I forget all about it.

I was on the way home after borrowing some books from a library in town and a middle-aged woman came up to me with a panic-strickened face — my first instinct was to avoid her.

But for strange reason, I didn’t even though I was on the phone. She came up to me, with a worried look, and asked me for $1.20 so that she could take the bus home. She didn’t come across as a beggar, nor did she feel like someone who was out to cheat your money. I didn’t think that she had some hidden, ulterior motive.

She seemed as if she genuinely needed money because she lost her purse.

Anyway, I gave her the $1.20 and she asked me for my office number to return me the money. I told her don’t worry about it. She seemed as though she had asked many people for a sum of $1.20 before approaching me. I hope she managed to take a bus back home safely.

It’s a small incident but it made me think a lot about life. :)

Missing Canada

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I miss my friends in Mississauga.

Traveling in Canada has made me reflect on life, particularly on my character and my soul. I was welcomed to Canada by a group of friends who came from a society similar to mine. However, they have stayed in Canada for over 20 years and have grown to love the place and plant their roots there.

Some of the things I learned there was: 1) it is pointless to take advantage of other people; 2) politeness is an important virtue (which we lack nowadays) and 3) most importantly, treat others with respect and be nice to them. The concept is very simple: you never, ever, know when you’ll need their help. You never know when your car is going to breakdown in the middle of a white out and where your survival depends on a samaritan. You never know.

Another one thing that I’ve encountered in Canada is that people are not afraid to pursue what they enjoying doing – such as being a fisherman or being a park ranger. I think that’s something I should learn and internalize myself – don’t be afraid to do what you want to do.

The Canadian scenery was an eye opener considering that I’ve never been to Canada before and I’ve never experienced what Spring feels like (or at least, the transition from Spring to Summer). The photo above was taken in Mississauga near some residential areas – there were so many dandelions that bloomed across the grassy fields and I just had to take a photo of them. It’s really beautiful, especially with the sun beaming down and giving these petite yellow flowers a golden-ish hue.

Hopefully I get to go back to Canada again to see the beautiful landscapes and, most importantly, learn to become a better person.

Blessed :)

Thank you all for such a wonderful birthday!

It feels good to be remembered. And it feels really great to be given well-thought of presents. I love you all! :)

Happy 20th! One more year till you’re officially an adult…