Bong Face

After the entire ordeal of mooting I went to meet up with Yee Lin at Asia Cafe.

I seriously needed a break.

And she asked me why I had such a bong face.

Bong face = A face which says that I smoked weed.

So my depressed face became a bong face.

It was rather hilarious.

I really envy my mom. She wakes up late in the morning, chill out, take life easily, enjoy the company of other people and watch tv.

While I slaught like a crazy cow and I still get reprimanding for incompetency.

Am I really that irresponsible and incompetent?? Or such a control freak to control where this moot is heading to??

Or am I such a whiner to complain more than do the work??

I just feel so numb. I don't know how to react or have any emotion towards this moot. Character building?? I don't know. But I'm afraid I'm also losing my ability to rationalise what is right/wrong to do.

I have been having nightmares about finding for cases, how I failed, how I cannot find anything at all.

I hardly had any sleep the entire week. And I hardly ate. I don't have any appetite at all.

Now I know what Cindy meant by not being able to eat or sleep when she's stressed out.

The pressure is just not worth it. And the music that I have to face.

I learnt so much more than my entire year in college in just one week.

But at the same time I have so much to catch up on. All the classes that I've been dazed in.

I am just going to chill out for a while now and forget about this for a bit.

Iron ladies crack sometimes too you know.

A big THANK YOU to Christine, Samantha and Dominic for all the help.

You have no idea how great it feels to have friends helping.