sometimes you read about ironies in the law, and you wonder really, what this world is coming to. idealistically, the law is supposed to provide a respite from harm, and redress for vistims of the harm. At leas,that was what i thoguht when iwas a kid. And way up till maybe last year. One things i've learnt from this course, is that this system of rules which characterises epileptics and sleepwalkers as insane, and depressed females who have been under a documented period of abuse as people suffering from a disease (its called the battered woman syndrome), is that some of these rules appear to have been put in place to protect well, 'greater intersts' in society. it hink we all like tobelieve that there isnt some higher strata of society, or some one with the powers of world domination, somewhere that controls the society, the world, and throguh its influence thorugh the legal, governemental isntituitons of the world affect the way our lives are run. But now, rules like that really lead you to question who is really behind them.

Just smelt a whiff of barbecuing squid, my windows thrown wide open. and i can almost prom is i can smell it. looking int o the sky with the waning sunlight flaoting in, the smell of the barbecue, i jsut made the immediate connection to east coast park. maybe im jsut hallucinating, but i jsut had to lean out to check that i wasnt somehwere i didnt think i was. Warmer days hopefully, missing home, friends, the sea, the tropical breeze(yes that actually exists, u jsut dont know it does until you have to survive a full blown freezing wheezing gale everyday), blacks contact training, farrer park, banana leaf appollo, my sister. my mom, my dad, my grandmas, my grandad, my bed, walking to the bustop, crystal jade's xiao long bao, newtom sambal stingray, hard feeling home sick when uve jsut had so many new experiences here, but some things are jsut so irreplaceable.

its hard to explain things like that to people who've never even been toasia, how do you describe the taste of sliced fish bee hoon, or the milkiness of bandung, or how the indian man makes the roti prata so crisp, or how much prima taste laksa sucks in comaprison to katong laksa, or the sould of mee goreng frying, or the texture of finely barbeques squid wihth just the right amount of kalamnsi and sambal.

or the feeling of being back in rj in front of the mirror in the concourse, or steeping onto the pitch at farrer park. i suppose its all realtive and there are perobably experiences that ppl have that i will nevr understand. but guess some things about me are jsut so untouchable, so irreplaceable and so un understandable.