Life Expectancy: 65 Years
Claud
An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.
She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.
For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,
in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.
Friday, March 19, 2010
The Verdict
I am currently blogging at the bus stop in front of khatib camp. Seems like an odd place with odd enough circumstances =]
That aside, today was a rather emotional day. The Verdict of the court order is out. The judge (aka. Learned Registrar aka. Junior Judge) has decided that my dad will have to work with the other idiots on this case. The ONLY good news is that there is no such thing as majority vote. Everyone must come to consensus with regards to matters pertaining to my mum.
All I can say about the judge is that they are really making more trouble for themselves beacuse my dad will never agree, and they will never budge.
In short, it was a sucky verdict. =(
So what's next? Since the drama thus far has been whether to put my mum at Renci or not, so now they have 75% say. Thank goodness the 25% stands as large as the 75%, if not I would have flipped and you will see my face on the front page of the Straits Times as " Girl Commits Suicide: Relatives and Judge to Blame".
It's not a funny matter. I would have done it.
In any case, the next logical step is to pre-ampt their actions: which in this case is that they will fight to pull my mum out of Renci. I would be LARGELY surprised if they don't do that. But in any case, I talked to my social work friend (thanks Jesline!) and I knw what's the next course of action to take =)
Thanks to Sabo, Jia Yun, Ying le and Weijun for cheering me up and for bearing with my emo-ness. Additional thanks to Jia Yun for the well-needed hug =)
Hahahaha....i'm so hopeless, cry at little stuff like that. See? i told ya that i am a durian?!
I am contemplating whether to write a letter to one of my (more reasonable) aunts or call her directly. Then again, give how hypocritical they are, calling won't be of much use since they can conveniently forget anyway. Plus that fact is that I am simply not ready to speak to her after what has happened.
I just want to tell them how this has all affected me tremendously - whether their actions are justified by their intention - a stab is still a stab and it still hurts like hell. So I don't really give a damn about their feelings since no one really cares about mine anyway. I should have done this long ago instead of holding a silent front. But I guess is it time for me to step out? i don't think there will ever be a right time, I guess only a right circumstances.
And Haziq is right, justice is a naive concept (how nice to hear that from a future lawyer, it makes me all better already). The police case of their thefts? They were let off with merely a warning. All that and a warning. My dad has already sent in the appeal letter. But alas, I don't have high hopes given the situation so far.
The idea of arson is becoming very appealing.
Don't be silly, why would I do that?
In any case, this came at such a horrible timing during hell week of sem.
I think I have to write about Marx, before writing about Mum.
In the end, life still has to go one.
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