Woke up, read my stuff, ate breakfast.

After breakfast, read my stuff, rest a bit, then sleep.

Then eat lunch, read my stuff again, then surf net a while.

Surf already, read my stuff again, then open door for my mother.

Finish reading my stuff, start penning the structure of the essay, then go shower.

Then blog, then watching a bit of Liverpool v Arsenal.

Whither my life?

Met a friend yesterday on the train home after another trying night in the library trying to read about how people choose to die. She's doing her pupillage now and of course, the burning question in every law student's mind now is what the hell is pupillage and PLC like.

So of course i had to ask her lar, after making some small talk to set the mood.

And so...

Everything i heard is true: the late nights in the office (she goes home at 9 pm!!!), the scary judges, the amount of work u have to do, and the fact that i have to attend every single class during PLC or else i will kena.

Almost makes me not want to graduate.

There comes a time in your life when you start to question your decisions, and whether you do want to stick to them. I mean, when i first chose to do law, i didn't expect to get in at all, simply because i did not have stellar grades. But the good thing is, i do possess a certain linguistic ability, and coupled with my charisma, and charm, and eloquence, and intelligence, i was a natural choice. Heh.

And of course, the pay is darn attractive lar. Eh a lawyer is ranked at the top of the 6 professions that the Civil Service are basing their salary revision on ok?

But the fact of the matter is, you work for 10-14 hrs in the law firm day after day, week after week. Question then is whether its truly worth it. Its like doing so much research and readings and planning for a 10% assignment: sibei bo hua lei!

Ultimately though, i guess i'll just have to toughen it out for the next few years, and hopefully things will get better lar. Its exciting at the thought that you're going to be a full-fledged lawyer after 4 yrs of hard work (for other people lar, not for me.) Its scary at the same time. Not that i want to belittle other professions ah, but as a lawyer, you face your clients, your partners (my boss lar) and the formidable judges. Thats 3 layers of authority man. No joke.

Anyways, on a lighter note, i have recently discovered the best way to avoid boredom on the commute home. The revolutionary Sony PSP!!!

Watching my fav videos on my brand new PSP on the train hor really makes the journey zoom by. Although there is that little annoying habit of Singaporeans to stare at the screen of any shiny contraption a fellow commuter might be holding. That time i neh si squeeze into a seat between 2 fat guys, cos i wanted to enjoy my show in the comfort of squeezing between 2 fat guys. Later i realised they were staring at my screen. But thats not it. They only stared whenever a girl wearing bikini appeared (i was watching survivor lar, the girls are half naked most of the time) Fatty No 1 leaned so close i could smell his char siew rice dinner lor. The moment i switched to my Pro Evolution 6 then they reverted back to sleeping liao. Horny ass.

Going for NUS Cactus later (err its a dance and musical show...dun ask me abt the name). Need a break from dreary work.

For all you jealous ppl out there, this is my Hokkaido itinerary for my trip. But dun go and book the same tour hor, that would be so gay. (Click on it to get a better look, and more reason to be jealous)

Beautiful Lake Toya!!!

Beautiful Sapporro!!!

Beautiful Everywhere!!!

My enthusiasm is getting the better of me. Cos i just can't wait to get out of the country. Oh wait, before that, i can't wait to finish my exams. Oh wait, before that, i can't wait to finish my essays. Argh!!!

Anyways, on a lighter note, my beloved MC and i went to Mirarma Hotel for dim sum buffet. I think the 11 of us probably ordered close to 70 Longs of dim sum, the majority of which obviously went into someone's stomach, whom i shall not name lest that person sue me.
But i think the most stunning thing is, Xiqian insisted (and everyone agreed) that we should order

15 Mango Pudding

&

15 Bowls of Watermelon Sago

for the

11 of us.

Even though Terence din want to eat anymore cos he was feeling unwell, so that left 10 of us.


Yes, that was how dessert-crazy we became. But i think this time still not as siao as that time when i brought my army platoon there. Think only got 13 of us, but we ordered so many Longs, that the waitress there stood gasping in amazement at the sheer enormity of our orders. I think she said that we were the group that ate the most. EVER. Needless to say, i walked out of the restaurant with a bloated stomach like this:

Cos normally i got 10-pecs but after the buffet become 8 pecs only lor.

Argh!!!

*:"*%$#$#!!

AAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thats about all i want to say tonight. Hlog more tomorrow lar.

$$%$&&@@@%%**!!!

I can't believe how behind i am this semester, but i am. Guess its the final year syndrome ba, where everything academic seems miniscule compared to that big wide ocean we'll be swimming in in a few weeks time (see i'm pretty good with metaphors)

I took a photo today with my Topics in IP Law (D) class. I dunno why its 'D' and no one has bothered explaining to us. I've never taken A, B, or C classes also. Ok i digress.

Anyways, i realised its the first class photo i took in my entire law school career. And its weird taking that photo since out of that class of 30, i know 3. Ha.

I still remember vividly those times in Sec sch and JC where we used to take class photos. Everyone would monkey around, do stupid things like strip each other in front of the camera, or take that opportunity to take a photo with that chio bu that u had never dared approach before (Carine, if u're reading this, i'm talkin about other guys ah...not me!) Those were the wild, fun, innocent days. Now no more liao lei. As i was taking the photo, i was grumbling to my friend about not being able to rush home earlier to read up for my insurance tutorial tomorrow. To which, i'm still only at Pg 2 of 22. Woo hoo!

Think the older u get, the lesser photos u take, and the more serious u look in them. So i shall resolve to look my cutest in the remaining photos i take in NUS!! Not that i'm not cute now.

Oh and for my insurance tutorial, I have resolved to wear black. Why? Cos the professor doesn't call people by name, but by their shirt colors:

"Can that young man in the black CK shirt answer this question?"

"Can that lady in green please take the question?"

"Can that ugly person, yes you, hiding behind your greasy hair, answer this question?"

Ok obviously the last one is fake. I might be like that though if i ever become a professor. Hur hur.

I know. Its been 3 (alright, 4) long months since i've written anything here. What with writing essays (or pretending to write) and going par-toring, i have had no time whatsoever lar.

The simple reason why i'm typing now, is because i'm in the middle of a rather dry lecture. The topic is interesting though: cloning. Ahh i see lightbulbs being lit up among all of u; i'm sure everyone has read someting about cloning for GP, or at the very least, seen some little nugget of information on the news. Very interesting and morally hazy topic yes, but one that does not beget my attention for 3 hours. I guess with age, my attention span is dropping...oh no!!

Typed some stuff then i realised that it might be very sensitive and cause me to da pi gu, so decided not to post. Isn't it sad that even when we write stuff on our own personal space, we have to self-censor?

Final semester does bring about a tinge of regret for most of us lar. Maybe not the FYP ppl cos they're so swamped and stuck in lab (neh neh nee boo boo i dun have fyp...) but for some of us, maybe u'll feel like u haven done enough in your years in NUS. Before i entered uni, my college friends would drone on to me about how u'll never be able to make close friends in uni, and that your closest friends next time would remain your sec sch and college friends. But shi meh??

I think the biggest, most precious thing one should take away from any phase of your life is the human, emotional connections u make. I'm lucky because i found some good friends in CSC, as well as CAC and i sincerely hope that a few years from now, i can still pick up the phone, dial their number, and talk cock with them. Its always rather sad when u look at your msn list, or phonebook, and realise there are some people that you can't imagine yourself talking to now.

To continue with my rambling, i'm truly and always amazed by some people in school. U see people walking around in barely there tube tops, and ultra-skimpy micro-mini skirts (not that i'm complaining of course) and of cos there are the guys who also wear such sexy attire, like mesh singlets that show off their nipples, or super short FBT shorts that show off their long hairy legs and curly hair from other *areas*. Eew.

But i htink the most amazing thing i saw recently, was this young man i saw boarding A1. The bus was packed as tightly as my 6-pec abs and this guy tried to enter from the front door, while people were still trying to exit (in NUS we do not really understand the concept that one door is meant for exit and the other for entering). Instead of retreating and waiting for the people to exit first, this young man decided to advocate the spirit of the Spartans ("TONIGHT WE DINE...IN HELL!!!) and never retreat.

He pushed his way past all the people (i counted about 10), all the while going "tsk, tsk tsk" and persisted in spite of all the angry mutterings, cold stares, and i think i heard some pretty colorful Hokkien words as well. Power lar.

Oh, and i just bought a new house. Show u all.



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