5 reasons why Law School is a bad idea:


5. Things they actually to post up on Blackboard and handouts that they actually do give you are not at all what you need in class.

4. Apparently, we need more than 5 horrid Criminal Law text books. I happen to have only ONE.

3. I have been here 4 hours looking up the freaking cases.

2. Why do they even bother giving you the horrid citations when you can bloody find the freaking cases?!

1. FRRRRRrrrreeeeeaaaaAAAAAKING cases.


I'm hungry and this place closes at 9 which means I have one hour and fifteen minutes left.

[[ mood ]] hungry

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"Against stupidity the very gods
Themselves contend in vain."
- Friedriech von Schiller, The Maid of Orleans



There was always something about bowling that I never quite got - how much I actually suck at it. I get reminded today why we never did anything quite so healthy as bowling before. Bowling was only faintly interesting when the two and a half doughnuts all the way from Australia has kicked into the system. Yes, it is the sheer beauty of sugar rush - possibly a probable substitute for alcohol in the future. The drawback, as we all would have more than a sufficient idea of ... CALORIES. Once in a while, you've got to cut yourself some slack, more so if you already know what you take in no longer affect how you look like. What is another few hundred of calories when you're already not in shape and has no habits of going to the gym?

But, when one cannot play every other sport (pool, foosball & futsal) there is on the list, bowling has high potentials of puting a limit to your humiliation. There are ALWAYS worst bowlers. So, even when I declared that I have never bowled in my life and is very much a confirmed piece of mortal shame to the team and that the team is better off playing with three rather than four players (since it really wouldn't make a difference), I didn't do it with hesitation or shilly-shallying with uncertainty. A dozen others did the same. So, there is NO shame in admitting that you actually suck at something (for once.)

Of course, it really is quite a different matter altogether when you are actually a part of the alction. All the current profess-ers of being stale in bowling are now all of a sudden, fresh professionals. Not quite. But, when you put me next to anyone on the bowling lane, a 10 year-old would bowl better than me or the very least appear to bowl better than me. It takes a lot out of person to say that he or she cannnot bowl even to the standards of a 10 year-old. Unfortunately for me, there were quite a number of 10 year-olds bowling the same day to highlight my inability.

By the end of two games, the joints of my arm hurt, my nail almost broke, my team was second last and worst of all, calories I had so deliberately consumed to give my enthusiasm the neccessary boost were not burnt - at all. If there's anything to it, I probably took in more calories than I intended to at the meal after all the humiliation.

BUT, when one is unfortunately dragged into such a spot ... there are always consolations - GOSSIPS - which pretty much equals bonding. It is good fun, good talk and good people but for what all this is worth, with all the bowling and bawling humiliation I have suffered from; let us just sit down somewhere and have a good chat. It serves the same purpose anyway.



CHEERS.

[[ book ]] Gustave Flaubert - Madame Bovary
[[ mood ]] tired

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Bored.
Pissed bored.
Pissed, pissed bored.
Pissed, pissed, pissed bored.
Pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed bored.


I suppose Law School isn't so bad now - with all the parties. Well, not that we have had any parties. Just really expensive dinners, movies and plays. Parties are coming ... I hope ... in two to three weeks time. Haven't had one since ... Singapore. Not healthy.

Hmmm ...

Party. Party. Party.

Maybe Paul's and Gen's birthday. They are grown up enough to have a real party - not one of those you have in Mc Donald's (which one of them did suggest.) Of course, you can imagine the reaction to that. And, of - of course, I'm not going to let either of them do that. We have to at least have one party before we break off to study for boring, boring exams.

Party. Party. Party.

Well, random thoughts of parties make me happy.

Party. Party. Party.


Cheerio.


p/s: My sister thinks I don't have a life. Like I'm the one still stuck in high school!

[[ music ]] Shayne Ward - A Better Man
[[ book ]] McKendrick - Contract Law
[[ mood ]] Pissed, pissed, bored.

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"I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."
- Henry David Thoreau, Solitude



Moments of silence, moments of solitude - one has to fight one's own battle - alone.

Two cannot feel or see the same as one feels or sees. It is not isolation, not seclusion. Rather, it is an experience of joy and misery altogether. It makes little sense. No. It doesn't make sense. One's own battle only makes sense to one's own self. You can sing your praises and say your prayers but you cannot fight for me.

Just when sheer will seems almost to overcome the conscious heart, one kind soul comes around to tap a faint sense of futility in your efforts. And, that faint sensation grows, like a fire that cannot be contained. It burns like it is fueled undyingly. You stare at the fire now and wonder if you should put it out.

How do you put out the flames so recently ignited, flames so long suppressed, flames so strong? These flames - reminders of unfulfilled ambitions, unrealised visions. And, all you can do is ... stare and watch it burn - for how long?

Some fires are meant to be put out alone - through time - you just have to figure out how. Of course, you're not quite sure if they will die altogether. They usually don't - not meant to die. They come back, to hit you - in waves - to remind you they're still there.

[[ mood ]] tired

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I guess no one was kind enough to tell old English judges that the best way to get the message was to write them in simple, short sentences.

Hmmm ....

[[ music ]] Card, Cross & Jones - Criminal Law
[[ mood ]] bored

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