I'm back to blogging.
School has barely started and I am already feeling very drained and tired. Endless assignments, research and seminars...What's more, we are doing the most boring topics in law-calculation of damages, statutory interpretation and legal positivism. Suddenly, everything seems so much less interesting. The only consolation is criminal law, but the abstruse and inconsistent judgments are getting on my nerves.
Life has settled into its own steady rhythm.
At 6am every morning, I wake up violently...groping around in the twilight to locate my specs, which are almost always squashed under my pillow or stuck in my armpit. I fight a losing battle with my sister to use the toilet. After a Herculean effort, I manage to secure the bathroom for 15 minutes...I leap into the shower. The heater never works in the morning, so I am almost always cryogenically frozen by the time I emerge from the shower.
Once in awhile, the heater decides to remind me that it is still exists, if only to chalk up electricity bills.
Unfortunately, such occasions cannot be predicted with sufficient accuracy-a scalded bum is usually a good indication.
Breakfast is usually a hasty affair. Instead of dining to the beautiful chirping of birds, I shove food down my oesophagus as my mother screams at me to hurry up. For some reason, the coffee must burn my tongue at least once every five minutes. Now you understand why my speech is slurred even though I've been a teetotaller since the Stone Age.
After breakfast, I slowly make my way to school. On lucky days, I take an hour-long bus ride; squeezing through a menagerie of sweaty and foul-tempered fellow commuters. Most of the time though, I have to endure my mum's nagging and my sister's incessant parroting of my mum's words in the family car.
When I was young, I was under the naive misapprehension thatI could do as I pleased, without giving a $%^$ about others' feelings, when I turned 21....I laugh at my own naivete.
I could go on and on about the trials and tribulations of life in law school. I'd probably need 65 million years to give an accurate account of all the problems faced by blur year ones. Suffice to say, life in school is no bed of roses. It's more like a kuali of hot oil...haha
Last semester, there was one consolation. The girl selling Japanese food in the canteen was quite cute.
She has since been replaced by an auntie. I once asked the auntie where my beautiful Japanese stall girl went. The auntie sadistically replied, "Dunno...but I heard she got engaged!"
I am still recovering from the shock. Even though it has been one month since I last saw her.
Oh well.
Recently, a new character has entered into my life.
Is she good or evil? Or just a neutral character?
Only time will tell.
School has barely started and I am already feeling very drained and tired. Endless assignments, research and seminars...What's more, we are doing the most boring topics in law-calculation of damages, statutory interpretation and legal positivism. Suddenly, everything seems so much less interesting. The only consolation is criminal law, but the abstruse and inconsistent judgments are getting on my nerves.
Life has settled into its own steady rhythm.
At 6am every morning, I wake up violently...groping around in the twilight to locate my specs, which are almost always squashed under my pillow or stuck in my armpit. I fight a losing battle with my sister to use the toilet. After a Herculean effort, I manage to secure the bathroom for 15 minutes...I leap into the shower. The heater never works in the morning, so I am almost always cryogenically frozen by the time I emerge from the shower.
Once in awhile, the heater decides to remind me that it is still exists, if only to chalk up electricity bills.
Unfortunately, such occasions cannot be predicted with sufficient accuracy-a scalded bum is usually a good indication.
Breakfast is usually a hasty affair. Instead of dining to the beautiful chirping of birds, I shove food down my oesophagus as my mother screams at me to hurry up. For some reason, the coffee must burn my tongue at least once every five minutes. Now you understand why my speech is slurred even though I've been a teetotaller since the Stone Age.
After breakfast, I slowly make my way to school. On lucky days, I take an hour-long bus ride; squeezing through a menagerie of sweaty and foul-tempered fellow commuters. Most of the time though, I have to endure my mum's nagging and my sister's incessant parroting of my mum's words in the family car.
When I was young, I was under the naive misapprehension thatI could do as I pleased, without giving a $%^$ about others' feelings, when I turned 21....I laugh at my own naivete.
I could go on and on about the trials and tribulations of life in law school. I'd probably need 65 million years to give an accurate account of all the problems faced by blur year ones. Suffice to say, life in school is no bed of roses. It's more like a kuali of hot oil...haha
Last semester, there was one consolation. The girl selling Japanese food in the canteen was quite cute.
She has since been replaced by an auntie. I once asked the auntie where my beautiful Japanese stall girl went. The auntie sadistically replied, "Dunno...but I heard she got engaged!"
I am still recovering from the shock. Even though it has been one month since I last saw her.
Oh well.
Recently, a new character has entered into my life.
Is she good or evil? Or just a neutral character?
Only time will tell.
posted by bourbon at 7:05 AM
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