This morning, I walked into the picture frame that is the UOB Plaza lobby singing - finally, after a long week of tonsilitis-caused croaking. I chirped "good morning" to everyone, because I almost hardly ever see mornings that it makes me feel special to be able to. Today, I fell asleep in court, watched Judith Prakash J laugh at a Senior Counsel for using "really leading" questions in re-examination, was told by Joseph the lawyer I'm attached to that you run a case as long as "there's room for argument", and chanced upon CJ Chan at the buffet line, who told me basically, if I wanted to have a say in Singapore's future, to "run for elections" otherwise other people get to decide if you are too "young" or too "idealistic". I didn't do anything, absorbed cross-examination techniques minimally through my thin notepad of cheap grey paper and 50cents ballpoint, and wondered with mild apprehension about my incoming productive years. I enjoy the bronze fat bird and deconstructed human body statues that start and end my days.