Me: Oh man, go home and do work liao. Diee. Yesterday I slacked off some more, so today I have EXTRA SUPER A LOT of work to do. Sigh.
Poh poh: (in all seriousness) Eh, but your law school work... can bullshit one annot?
HAHAHA. I've NEVER heard her use that kind of language before. LOL. I love my family man.
My friends as well. Haiz. Haha. My daily overdose of spasticness.
Joelle: (to some random pseudo-insult which I can't for the life of me recall now) I PUT CHILLI IN YOUR EYE MAN.
Chee Yao: Eh (shakes head) wah lau, your husband next time very poor thing leh. (proceeds to act out the whole scene...) Go to work, then people ask him, eh why your eye so red?? Oh, my wife put chilli in my eye.
What the?? Thank you for your intellectual comment chee yao.
Charles: But I know I'm your favourite prince lah.
THICK SKINNED MUCH. Gao wei. Haha. There were many other spastic instances abound, but I'm lazy to document them all. Haha. Some other time maybe. I need to go and read my notes now though. Haha. SLACK. I'm dead. But today was a good day. A really really good. day. :]
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
I've decided that law school is gross. There's a ridiculous amount of mugging and a general aura of hardworkingness around. And while that's nice and lovely for all these nerds here I've decided that since I can't keep up anyways, I may as well aim to pass and place the fragile eggs of my future in the solid marry-a-rich-dean's-lister-husband-so-I-can-be-a-tai-tai basket. Steady. (pom pee pee. The other day I was talking to cheryl on msn and I spelt it as bom bee bee. Which received a surprisingly violent attack on my poor spelling from her. Happy now cheryl? Happy! HAPPY??!!! Lol.)
I haven't blogged in precisely a month. Haha. Rusty, rusty. My thoughts are all over the place. But given that I've given up on law school, don't worry fans, I shall have much more time to share my awesome thoughts with the world. Rejoice.
Rag was sooo much fun. Much eediocy slash spasticness. But I've really been blessed with all the raggers. I feel like inadeqaute and awesome at the same time whenever I'm around them man. Very weird. Haha. They're all these amazingly talented brilliant super funny lovely people (don't tell them I said that though. Stupid ego freaks. Haha.) and I can't help but love all of them muchly. Muackz wox. Haha.
Okay, stop stop. Before I become all gay and mushy.
BUT (at this point, I'm switching to emo mood. My teenage hormones require of it of me.). I don't really think I'm meant to be here. I'm struggling to get the bare minimum done. I'm really glad I met all these fantastic people here and I love them so so much, but I hate it here. I'm sorry but I do. I hate the work. I hate knowing that I'll never be able to really give my time to singing or acting or researching random animals that no one reeally cares about. Because now I have to read about contract and torts and international relations, per quod servitium amisit, loss of consortium, Scott, Jones v Browns (that's pronounced Jones AND Browns), Spandeck Engineering...
And I don't know what I'm doing agian. I think for a while the novelty of everything, being in school with new people and new things to do made me think that maybe it'd be alright. But it's not. And I'm not doing okay. I wake up every morning and I just wait the day through. I wait so that I can go back to sleep and not wake up tomorrow because I hate law school. I don't want to do well and I'm not worried because I really don't care.
I'm really trying to focus my attention on other things. I just joined NUS choir. Which is fun. Yayy. Haha. But it's not really enough to keep me going. I dunno lah. I just feel empty. Like directionless. Very menopausal. If I were 50 and becoming periodless, I would assume this is about how I would feel.
Life should be more than this right. I shouldn't be waiting my way through it. There were tons of other people dying to get into law school. Like why would God put me here and not them. I'm not like everyone else here. I'm not driven, I'm not particularly smart (I could go on for a while but then I'd just start to sound loserish. Haha.)... I'm the closet geek who makes you laugh (tries lah) and knows random quite interesting facts about animals (I seriously do, I spend my subject prize book voucher on a book about them last year. Lol.). I'm not the rafflesian from law school. I'm just not. And there's nothing I can do about it. But I can't stand not doing anything either. Everyday I draft up some new exciting plan to run away. I'm 18 though, I shouldn't be thinking how much my life sucks yet. I'm not even anywhere near midlife crisis. And yet, my depressed-o-meter is on an all time high. I dunno. Maybe it's culture shock as well. Two years away has left me sorely and utterly behind in the academic motivation department.
Usually I would sleep this type of stuff over. But law school, no time to sleep also. :(
And there's all this other rubbish as well that bothering me muchly. But inappropriate to mention here. Haha. Whoa, first entry in a month and all this angst. Nevermind, nevermind. In the name of practicing communicating my thoughts and ideas with clarity and precision lah huh.
I haven't blogged in precisely a month. Haha. Rusty, rusty. My thoughts are all over the place. But given that I've given up on law school, don't worry fans, I shall have much more time to share my awesome thoughts with the world. Rejoice.
Rag was sooo much fun. Much eediocy slash spasticness. But I've really been blessed with all the raggers. I feel like inadeqaute and awesome at the same time whenever I'm around them man. Very weird. Haha. They're all these amazingly talented brilliant super funny lovely people (don't tell them I said that though. Stupid ego freaks. Haha.) and I can't help but love all of them muchly. Muackz wox. Haha.
Okay, stop stop. Before I become all gay and mushy.
BUT (at this point, I'm switching to emo mood. My teenage hormones require of it of me.). I don't really think I'm meant to be here. I'm struggling to get the bare minimum done. I'm really glad I met all these fantastic people here and I love them so so much, but I hate it here. I'm sorry but I do. I hate the work. I hate knowing that I'll never be able to really give my time to singing or acting or researching random animals that no one reeally cares about. Because now I have to read about contract and torts and international relations, per quod servitium amisit, loss of consortium, Scott, Jones v Browns (that's pronounced Jones AND Browns), Spandeck Engineering...
And I don't know what I'm doing agian. I think for a while the novelty of everything, being in school with new people and new things to do made me think that maybe it'd be alright. But it's not. And I'm not doing okay. I wake up every morning and I just wait the day through. I wait so that I can go back to sleep and not wake up tomorrow because I hate law school. I don't want to do well and I'm not worried because I really don't care.
I'm really trying to focus my attention on other things. I just joined NUS choir. Which is fun. Yayy. Haha. But it's not really enough to keep me going. I dunno lah. I just feel empty. Like directionless. Very menopausal. If I were 50 and becoming periodless, I would assume this is about how I would feel.
Life should be more than this right. I shouldn't be waiting my way through it. There were tons of other people dying to get into law school. Like why would God put me here and not them. I'm not like everyone else here. I'm not driven, I'm not particularly smart (I could go on for a while but then I'd just start to sound loserish. Haha.)... I'm the closet geek who makes you laugh (tries lah) and knows random quite interesting facts about animals (I seriously do, I spend my subject prize book voucher on a book about them last year. Lol.). I'm not the rafflesian from law school. I'm just not. And there's nothing I can do about it. But I can't stand not doing anything either. Everyday I draft up some new exciting plan to run away. I'm 18 though, I shouldn't be thinking how much my life sucks yet. I'm not even anywhere near midlife crisis. And yet, my depressed-o-meter is on an all time high. I dunno. Maybe it's culture shock as well. Two years away has left me sorely and utterly behind in the academic motivation department.
Usually I would sleep this type of stuff over. But law school, no time to sleep also. :(
And there's all this other rubbish as well that bothering me muchly. But inappropriate to mention here. Haha. Whoa, first entry in a month and all this angst. Nevermind, nevermind. In the name of practicing communicating my thoughts and ideas with clarity and precision lah huh.
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