Saturday, February 28, 2004

Constructive trusts... vehicle of the devil!!

Spent the day revising resulting and constructive trusts. sheesh. These things are massively boring, but ya gotta do 'em. Why is it that judges take 25 pages to say that when a trustee puts himself in a position where there would be a conflict between his personal interests and that of the beneficiary under the trust, any profits arising from that action would be held on constructive trust for that beneficiary, even in the absence of dishonesty on the part of the trustee (or any other fiduciary person)? They could've said so in just a sentence. In fact, I just did. :P

Maybe I should be a judge. Then again, maybe the fact that I can say so in only a sentence makes me somewhat under-qualified to be a judge. Hmmm... Which came first, the egg or the chicken?

Why can't Man Utd win again? Why did Rio Ferdinand have to be so unprofessional as to miss a bloody 'piss-in-the-bottle' test? Why oh why am I a Man U supporter, you may ask. Well. Just.

Friday, February 20, 2004

Brighton rocks... not.

The first thing he said to me was, "Please don't call me Mr. Sufian... it's just 'I' and 'you' between us". Of course, he said it in Malay. What's thepoint of me being an interpreter if he speaks English, anyway?

He was a Malaysian patient in Millview Hospital, a mental institution. I was there to help him get through the Mental Health review Tribunal hearing. Sadly he wasn't discharged. I thought he was basically an okay, if slightly weird and emotionally undeveloped, guy. Sheesh.

My exam is in 2 months time... no more procrastinating!!!

Well.. maybe later.

Rectal foreign bodies.. it's so funny it hurts. Ow.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Well.. it's official. I'm now part of the trend that is blogging. Hopefully it won't die out too soon, coz then I'd be left doing something which nobody finds fashionable anymore, and people will be saying, "oh look at that guy! Doesn't he realise that nobody cares what he has to say?? Blogging's not cool anymore, and besides, is this a pointless ego-inflating exercise??"

See what I mean when i say i think too much?

Actually i don't care if no one reads this (well, i do actually. Just a little.) It's 12.20 am and i have to be in brighton tomorrow. I can't sleep. I keep thinking about so many things. Like how things were much simpler when I was a kid, when I was a teenager. All I had to worry about was my studies... even then i didn't have to worry abt it that much. I guess i was lucky in that sense... things (most of them anyway) come easily to me. Stuff like economics... those were my forte.

Nowadays.. *sigh*... i don't know anymore. Those of you who know me will probably think "he's still hung up over mel, i guess". I don't think so. I just want to be in a place where everything is simple, and you can feel safe sleeping at night knowing that tomorrow will be a good day. Like when I was in MRSM, the only thing worrying me was whether we'd get chased by the warden for skipping compulsory stuff, like group exercises etc. Like when I was in KMYS.. well.. there were practically no worries there.

Talked to my sis over the phone just now. She said I was cyclothermic (?).. I don't know how to spell that term (or even if I got it right!) but supposedly it means that I get depressed easily, though it's nothing like clinical depression. Ahh well.

It doesn't help that the only person who could make me feel safe is halfway across the world.