"Hello, missus. How are you today?"
"I'm good, thank you."
"Today is all about your daughter. Her grades are good."
*A polite smile was offered.*
"But there is one problem."
"Turn around. And look at her."
"She is the only girl in this class who just can't stop talking. And for a 7-year-old; she can talk a lot indeed."
"And as you can see for yourself, the class is quiet except for her."
Yes. This is the story of my life. That was what my Standard 1 Primary School teacher complained to my mom.
To my amazement, this is what my mom replied.
"Oh, because, you see, at home, she has no one to talk to. She's most of the time alone. This is why she talks a lot now. She's unleashing all the words built-up inside her."
Ok, thanks on one hand for trying to back me up, mom; but no thanks for the humiliation.
My mom just had to repeat this in my face again yesterday.
Because I couldn't stop talking in the car.
Question is, do I really talk that much??
I can't help it. My sister complains that I am crappy.
Anyway, yesterday was kinda awesome. Altered Frequency was gigging!!! Yay!!
Today, however, well, since it's the last weekday before the "reading week"; I pondered if I should actually wear something red.
And I thought; No, I would do the contrary.
So I'm in black.
But to my amazement, my sister wore..... RED.
LIKE A LANTERN. She reminds me of a lantern.
I can't wear hook earrings. =( Because that bloody lady didn't shoot straight. So the hook earrings look like rings which are ready for a lion to jump through and straight into the curtain of my hair.
p/s: My driving was awesome yesterday. But I was too fast. According to dad, faster than my sis. And my dad calls my sis the female version of David Coulthard coming out from a pit-stop.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Ligaments on vacation?
I fell down again. Yes. Again.
Another 2 golf balls for knees.
Fell in front of Salmon Steak. Thank God that it wasn’t peak time.
Did I mention that my left knee hurts a lil when I walk now?
Previously at the Duta court, well, I had an excuse. I was wearing heels.
But this time?? I’m in bloody flat sandals.
Thank God mom doesn’t know about it.
Because she would probably give up trying to prevent me from falling down again. She bought me all sorts of non-slip shoes. Hush Puppies. Timberland. Now Clarks.
Sorry, mom. I fell down in a Clarks sandal.
When I was little, it wasn’t so bad when I fell down. Because I was light. Not THIS fat.
Besides that, my bad habits are kicking in again.
Brains on vacation, body gets tired easily, immune system cracking.
I am beginning to be magnetised to the television. I am longing to watch awesome movies again.
Let’s not talk about that.
Let’s talk about my sister.
Yesterday, she told me.
“Debble, did you kill a mosquito again in your sleep? Gosh, with the amount of blood the mosquitoes are sucking from you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you turned into a vampire.”
“Wouldn’t it be cool? You’ll get free extensions for fangs and sky blue irises.”
She forgot to mention something.
I will always land on my feet. Yes. No more falling down.
But… unfortunately, vampires do not exist. Well, even if they do, I absolutely DO NOT intend to be one.
I need motivation. And I need to stop being dazed.
Let’s bitch a little now.
So, missy puritanical black star actually pitied us for all dressing up for nothing
I was absolutely surprised. There actually was some heart in that black hole.
Apart from that, when it comes to bashing people up, she’s still that same black star.
Gosh, I can’t stand all her ideas. She’s trying so hard to be like Denning but unfortunately, I think that her arguments are too emotional which amounts to be pure bollocks.
About the bloody cat now.
Well, his hair was not centre-parting yesterday.
The cat was so irritating I was actually wishing for a mute and a fast-forward button.
Can I have a flick knife to stab right through him and cut out his organs instead?
And he broke his promise. You see, this is why cats have nine lives. Because they know that they are doomed to be “killed” at certain points of their life.
I had better get off this post before I get anymore rageful.
Another 2 golf balls for knees.
Fell in front of Salmon Steak. Thank God that it wasn’t peak time.
Did I mention that my left knee hurts a lil when I walk now?
Previously at the Duta court, well, I had an excuse. I was wearing heels.
But this time?? I’m in bloody flat sandals.
Thank God mom doesn’t know about it.
Because she would probably give up trying to prevent me from falling down again. She bought me all sorts of non-slip shoes. Hush Puppies. Timberland. Now Clarks.
Sorry, mom. I fell down in a Clarks sandal.
When I was little, it wasn’t so bad when I fell down. Because I was light. Not THIS fat.
Besides that, my bad habits are kicking in again.
Brains on vacation, body gets tired easily, immune system cracking.
I am beginning to be magnetised to the television. I am longing to watch awesome movies again.
Let’s not talk about that.
Let’s talk about my sister.
Yesterday, she told me.
“Debble, did you kill a mosquito again in your sleep? Gosh, with the amount of blood the mosquitoes are sucking from you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you turned into a vampire.”
“Wouldn’t it be cool? You’ll get free extensions for fangs and sky blue irises.”
She forgot to mention something.
I will always land on my feet. Yes. No more falling down.
But… unfortunately, vampires do not exist. Well, even if they do, I absolutely DO NOT intend to be one.
I need motivation. And I need to stop being dazed.
Let’s bitch a little now.
So, missy puritanical black star actually pitied us for all dressing up for nothing
I was absolutely surprised. There actually was some heart in that black hole.
Apart from that, when it comes to bashing people up, she’s still that same black star.
Gosh, I can’t stand all her ideas. She’s trying so hard to be like Denning but unfortunately, I think that her arguments are too emotional which amounts to be pure bollocks.
About the bloody cat now.
Well, his hair was not centre-parting yesterday.
The cat was so irritating I was actually wishing for a mute and a fast-forward button.
Can I have a flick knife to stab right through him and cut out his organs instead?
And he broke his promise. You see, this is why cats have nine lives. Because they know that they are doomed to be “killed” at certain points of their life.
I had better get off this post before I get anymore rageful.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Late All Day
Yup. I was late all day.
Almost late for legal skills class.
Late in meeting up with Christine.
Late for Tort class but thank God the class has not started.
Late for the Criminal Talk. Erm, at least the introductory speech.
If you were to ask me, I think that guy was just going around and trying so hard to justify why he acquitted that maid. I thought it was pretty obvious that she killed the employer.
Let me reenact the scene for you.
The maid wanted to come to Malaysia to have fun according to what her friends tell her back at home. Only to find an employer from hell who is frustrated from being fired as a Personnel Manager. Since she does not know how to do any housework and the fact that she is here to have fun, she probably was very reluctant to do the work and it does not help with a screaming employer.
And so, one day, she wanted to revenge on the employer. It was the last straw.
Judging from the pictures of the crime scene, I gathered that the employer did got out a big knife. Yes she did and the maid grabbed hold of the knife with her hand and that explains the only deep injury of hers on her palm. I do not think there was a "knife-fight".
And the next thing is, due to provocation of "Mak engkau mati" (which is partly why the employer has to die - she is too mean to say that) the maid went insane (due to automatism; defect of reason from those harsh words) and started stabbing the employer's head with the pestle. The employer probably tried to runaway which explains the disgusting gash on her right knee. Her neck? Well, probably a violent attempt of stabbing at the throat which was ducked.
And hence, I will say that the maid should be charged for Voluntary Manslaughter instead of being hanged to death. Why didn't the courts accept that she was provoked?
But there is also the doubt that there may be pre-meditated murder. She wanted to run away all along. But what if she did wanna run away by first killing her employer?
I thought dragging the employer to the toilet was one extremely evil act.
Anyway, this is just the "Hollywood-ised" enactment of the story according to me.
I thought that dude's justification was baseless. And I absolutely think that his argument is flawed about the part of his conscience of being a criminal lawyer.
Back to the maid's story. I don't think she deserved to die. Because, there are some employers who have been birthed from the very fire of hell itself.
Anyway, to the dear Christine.
It was absolutely great seeing you again. Although it was hurried and a lil rushed and I almost burnt my tongue trying to eat that stupid wantan; it was worth it.
p/s: What on earth is wrong with Maxis's line? I keep getting no signal. It's irritating. Because all of my messages were sent late and I don't like it to be late. It is absolutely crucial that I get my messages across immediately.
Let's take our attention away from boring stuff.
I borrowed storybooks from the library today. Couldn't take it anymore.
Only to realise later that I have two assignments to hand in the following Friday. Wow. And tutorials to prepare for.
And did I tell you that my dad asked me if he can read my blog??
GOSH NO!!!!! THERE'S TOO MANY CRAZY STUFF HERE FOR A PARENT TO READ!!! (Especially the shisha part)
I wonder if the sister told him about my walking home diary. Sheesh.
Anyway, I'm gonna scoot now.
Wanna read those 5 story books which were haunting me while I was preparing for the mocks!!!
Almost late for legal skills class.
Late in meeting up with Christine.
Late for Tort class but thank God the class has not started.
Late for the Criminal Talk. Erm, at least the introductory speech.
If you were to ask me, I think that guy was just going around and trying so hard to justify why he acquitted that maid. I thought it was pretty obvious that she killed the employer.
Let me reenact the scene for you.
The maid wanted to come to Malaysia to have fun according to what her friends tell her back at home. Only to find an employer from hell who is frustrated from being fired as a Personnel Manager. Since she does not know how to do any housework and the fact that she is here to have fun, she probably was very reluctant to do the work and it does not help with a screaming employer.
And so, one day, she wanted to revenge on the employer. It was the last straw.
Judging from the pictures of the crime scene, I gathered that the employer did got out a big knife. Yes she did and the maid grabbed hold of the knife with her hand and that explains the only deep injury of hers on her palm. I do not think there was a "knife-fight".
And the next thing is, due to provocation of "Mak engkau mati" (which is partly why the employer has to die - she is too mean to say that) the maid went insane (due to automatism; defect of reason from those harsh words) and started stabbing the employer's head with the pestle. The employer probably tried to runaway which explains the disgusting gash on her right knee. Her neck? Well, probably a violent attempt of stabbing at the throat which was ducked.
And hence, I will say that the maid should be charged for Voluntary Manslaughter instead of being hanged to death. Why didn't the courts accept that she was provoked?
But there is also the doubt that there may be pre-meditated murder. She wanted to run away all along. But what if she did wanna run away by first killing her employer?
I thought dragging the employer to the toilet was one extremely evil act.
Anyway, this is just the "Hollywood-ised" enactment of the story according to me.
I thought that dude's justification was baseless. And I absolutely think that his argument is flawed about the part of his conscience of being a criminal lawyer.
Back to the maid's story. I don't think she deserved to die. Because, there are some employers who have been birthed from the very fire of hell itself.
Anyway, to the dear Christine.
It was absolutely great seeing you again. Although it was hurried and a lil rushed and I almost burnt my tongue trying to eat that stupid wantan; it was worth it.
p/s: What on earth is wrong with Maxis's line? I keep getting no signal. It's irritating. Because all of my messages were sent late and I don't like it to be late. It is absolutely crucial that I get my messages across immediately.
Let's take our attention away from boring stuff.
I borrowed storybooks from the library today. Couldn't take it anymore.
Only to realise later that I have two assignments to hand in the following Friday. Wow. And tutorials to prepare for.
And did I tell you that my dad asked me if he can read my blog??
GOSH NO!!!!! THERE'S TOO MANY CRAZY STUFF HERE FOR A PARENT TO READ!!! (Especially the shisha part)
I wonder if the sister told him about my walking home diary. Sheesh.
Anyway, I'm gonna scoot now.
Wanna read those 5 story books which were haunting me while I was preparing for the mocks!!!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
I Walked Home
Well, people usually write about their lovely stories with the inspiration from Mandy Moore's "Walk Me Home" song but unfortunately, mine is I walked Home.
Sounds a bit ciplak (unoriginal) but yeah.
Because, really, I DID walk home.
That's the introduction.
Anyway, it's the sister's birthday today. Since she reads this blog, I am obliged to say:
That's the little thrill for the sister.
Back to my story.
I ran the last 5 minutes just to catch the train. Only to find that I can't get my mom on the phone at all.
So, I figured that she is in the bank. I called the bank.
Yes, she was there. But the damn consultant doesn't wanna pass me to her.
She gave me the direct line to my mom's consultant.
But no, it wasn't ringing.
It just keeps showing for the life of me, "Network failed."
Bloody hell.
So, I had this brilliant idea. Why don't I go to the Klang station instead of the usual Padang Jawa station, and take a bus to the bank and surprise my mom??
[to the sister, YOU ARE NOT TELLING MOM THIS!! SHE THINKS THAT A FRIEND CHAUFFEURED ME HOME]
So I went to the bus station. Only to find a most havoc place worst than (insert a place) with people shouting on the loud speaker which bus has arrived and so on. It was like some mini pasar malam (night market) with fruit and vegetables sellers shouting for business.
I waited for the never coming bus for Bukit Raja. Finally, I decided to hop on the bus to Padang Jawa and wait obediently at the ktm station to wait for my mom to get me as if I just arrived by train.
To my amazement, the bus stops just right outside the adjacent housing area.
And so, I walked. Yup. Walked. 20 minutes before this to the train station, another 15 to the bus station. And now, 25 minutes to reach home.
Only to find that the mommy wasn't home. So, I squatted like some druggy under the tree for shade.
Then, I heard a lil beep. It was my mom's very cute car honk. Her eyes were bewildered to see me.
And then I started telling a very beautiful story of how such a great friend drop me home because she was on the way to pick her brother up from a nearby school.
I got away. Tee hee.
Just needed a lil bit of exploring rather than being cooped by the same old boring routine of waiting and fuming at the train station for my mom to pick up the phone and pick me up.
You know what? The new year is not settling/growing on me. It just doesn't feel like a new year. Sort of a drag on from last year.
Oh well.
Anyway,
Another shout out.
Sounds a bit ciplak (unoriginal) but yeah.
Because, really, I DID walk home.
That's the introduction.
Anyway, it's the sister's birthday today. Since she reads this blog, I am obliged to say:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
That's the little thrill for the sister.
Back to my story.
I ran the last 5 minutes just to catch the train. Only to find that I can't get my mom on the phone at all.
So, I figured that she is in the bank. I called the bank.
Yes, she was there. But the damn consultant doesn't wanna pass me to her.
She gave me the direct line to my mom's consultant.
But no, it wasn't ringing.
It just keeps showing for the life of me, "Network failed."
Bloody hell.
So, I had this brilliant idea. Why don't I go to the Klang station instead of the usual Padang Jawa station, and take a bus to the bank and surprise my mom??
[to the sister, YOU ARE NOT TELLING MOM THIS!! SHE THINKS THAT A FRIEND CHAUFFEURED ME HOME]
So I went to the bus station. Only to find a most havoc place worst than (insert a place) with people shouting on the loud speaker which bus has arrived and so on. It was like some mini pasar malam (night market) with fruit and vegetables sellers shouting for business.
I waited for the never coming bus for Bukit Raja. Finally, I decided to hop on the bus to Padang Jawa and wait obediently at the ktm station to wait for my mom to get me as if I just arrived by train.
To my amazement, the bus stops just right outside the adjacent housing area.
And so, I walked. Yup. Walked. 20 minutes before this to the train station, another 15 to the bus station. And now, 25 minutes to reach home.
Only to find that the mommy wasn't home. So, I squatted like some druggy under the tree for shade.
Then, I heard a lil beep. It was my mom's very cute car honk. Her eyes were bewildered to see me.
And then I started telling a very beautiful story of how such a great friend drop me home because she was on the way to pick her brother up from a nearby school.
I got away. Tee hee.
Just needed a lil bit of exploring rather than being cooped by the same old boring routine of waiting and fuming at the train station for my mom to pick up the phone and pick me up.
You know what? The new year is not settling/growing on me. It just doesn't feel like a new year. Sort of a drag on from last year.
Oh well.
Anyway,
Another shout out.
THANK YOU IKRAM AND ELISA!!!
For that spanking-awesome cocktail book that you got me for Christmas!!!
When we go to Reading, I promise you, I'll make a "virgin cocktail" for you both to drink; which has the same taste with the original cocktails, minus the alcohol.
At the mo, it's a lil hard to get certain stuff. Like pina colada juice (pineapple and coconut juice) and real cranberry juice.
p/s: I like the new Tort lecturer. He is crappy in the intellectual way. (I know that doesn't make sense) Oh, and I'm using this blog to "practise my writing skills". =D
Monday, January 5, 2009
It's A New Year!!!
First and foremost,
Funny, this year is definitely one year which I am so not looking forward to.
Because I will be turning 2 decades old.
I sound so old.
Anyway, today started off pretty weirdly.
Well, I randomly walked up to my sis at 6.40 am and asked her if she wanted Cintan Curry Mee (Instant Noodles) for breakfast instead of her usual disgusting cereal drink. It was the most glorious breakfast. And a first. The dad was worried that we would be late. Oh, and the sister complained about why I write so little about her in my blog. Hmm. She woke up pretty weird too.
I woke up at 3.15 am to study for the mock exams. Well, was supposed to get up at 1.30 am but continued sleeping for fear of a "hangover" due to acute lack of sleep. And I had to drag myself up just to study.
And there was this HUGE fat-ass mosquito sitting on my sister's bed. I had such an evil glee to kill it. Hence, the unforgiving palm struck the bed hard. Only to miss it. Wow, Debble, you're really great. You can't even hit a bloody mosquito!!! To my surprise, the mosquito didn't fly!!! It just merely jumped. And I hit and hit and hit (and miss and miss and miss) but the mosquito just kept jumping. Finally, when it landed on my sister's ankle, I gave it a hard WHACK!! only to have my sis wake up and scream "What the hell are you doing?" at me. Oh well. Gosh, it was such a satisfying kill!!! And along with it splashed at least 2 ml of blood on the blanket and my finger. No wonder the mosquito couldn't fly. It was too greedy to suck so much of my blood (which I found out later because I had 3 bites on my left arm) that it was too fat/heavy to fly. Now, back to my express revision. This is just a side-kick story to break mundanity.
Gosh, sometimes I really hate studying.
Well, for a start, my Criminal Law was only half-baked. Really. Because I have been reading Criminal Law and writing notes in various very creative places. Like One Utama Shopping Mall and The Curve. Yes. Mom went shopping while I sat on those plushy chairs provided by the mall to study. (No, it's actually for those whose feet are threatening to split) But who cares? I do what I want.
The worst part is I didn't cover 2 of the most important topics: Homicide and Non-Fatal Offences.
And I haven't studied Contract. Well, just glanced through the notes that I made from 9am - 4 pm (for 3 days in a row) last year for A Levels.
And... and... I haven't studied Tort.
Gosh, it was hell of a 3 am.
I decided to read Markesinis and Deakin's Law on Tort. I think these people are so emotionally charged for the topic of psychiatric injury. Seriously, they can't stop bickering about how the courts should have approached the claim for damages and how advanced is medical evidence these days that the Lords need not worry about "frivolous" claims because they can now find out the cause for the psychiatric injury, hence no one can fake it. I was half laughing when I read the book. I wonder if that is the reason why they are academicians; the fact that they are tired of the judges.
And damn it, I was blamed the entire day by the entire class for being a bitch to drop the bomb the day before that we have classes today itself despite of the mock exam. Only to find out that there was, in fact, no classes.
We were the only pathetic idiots studying at Asia Cafe after that. It's the first day of college and we are nerding away with a table strewn with books and papers all over. And that Jesse McCartney's damn song just has to sing "Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress". Leave me to my pathetic life okay?? I need the stress to get me studying or I'll still be on cloud 9. (Or probably Club 9 playing pool). Hah, it's been quite a long time since I last played pool.
The exam? Pooh. I hated it. When the questions were given, I was on the verge of crying. The questions were INSANE!!! Criminal was okay, but there was so much to talk about!! And I couldn't get the brains working to get me points out on rough paper. So I fidgetted and jumped from question to question. Changed answer sheet papers and re-wrote my introduction. And wasted 30 minutes.
I absolutely had no clue about what the Contract question wanted. Although we can carry that fat McKendrick Contract Law book which weighs a tonne in, it was of no use at all. If you don't understand the question, you don't even have anything to flip the pages to. Hence, the book is just a pretty 'little' ornament adorning your table. To show that you are busy and all university-like. Yeah right.
I started Tort question on why psychiatric injury was a problem in law only to realise that I don't even understand what I'm arguing about. So I changed answer sheet.
Then I jumped to Criminal Law. Gosh, writing the introduction was hell. How do I even begin to introduce that fella's liability which consisted of both homicide and non-fatal offences? If I were to lay out the general principle for both offences I'll take up a whole page and write a whole load of grandmother stories and waste time, ink and paper.
In the end, I wrote so much of grandmother story that I ended up with 4 full pages. And 1 hour for the other 2 questions.
In a rush, well, thank God, my thoughts seemed to allign for Tort. So I wrote about 3 pages of grandmother stories, adorning Markesinis and Deakin's very emotional arguments just for the sake of scribbling something on the paper within 30 minutes. (and hypocritically agreed with them since I didn't have a very strong argument in regards to the Lords).
Oh, and underlining, I realised, is so damn helpful. I suddenly understood the Contract question by the grace of God. Yup. And I started flipping the McKendrick book to get some cases (because I remembered none). Heh. And I finished it on time!!!
Anyway, that was what happened during the Mock.
I am crossing every limb that I will be passing Contract and Tort and hope that I did not write out of topic for Criminal.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMMIE!!!
I'm sorry I'm such a lousy friend to not be able to text you personally but leave it on the blog. May the decade ahead of you be filled with love and blessings!!!
*****
Funny, this year is definitely one year which I am so not looking forward to.
Because I will be turning 2 decades old.
I sound so old.
Anyway, today started off pretty weirdly.
Well, I randomly walked up to my sis at 6.40 am and asked her if she wanted Cintan Curry Mee (Instant Noodles) for breakfast instead of her usual disgusting cereal drink. It was the most glorious breakfast. And a first. The dad was worried that we would be late. Oh, and the sister complained about why I write so little about her in my blog. Hmm. She woke up pretty weird too.
I woke up at 3.15 am to study for the mock exams. Well, was supposed to get up at 1.30 am but continued sleeping for fear of a "hangover" due to acute lack of sleep. And I had to drag myself up just to study.
And there was this HUGE fat-ass mosquito sitting on my sister's bed. I had such an evil glee to kill it. Hence, the unforgiving palm struck the bed hard. Only to miss it. Wow, Debble, you're really great. You can't even hit a bloody mosquito!!! To my surprise, the mosquito didn't fly!!! It just merely jumped. And I hit and hit and hit (and miss and miss and miss) but the mosquito just kept jumping. Finally, when it landed on my sister's ankle, I gave it a hard WHACK!! only to have my sis wake up and scream "What the hell are you doing?" at me. Oh well. Gosh, it was such a satisfying kill!!! And along with it splashed at least 2 ml of blood on the blanket and my finger. No wonder the mosquito couldn't fly. It was too greedy to suck so much of my blood (which I found out later because I had 3 bites on my left arm) that it was too fat/heavy to fly. Now, back to my express revision. This is just a side-kick story to break mundanity.
Gosh, sometimes I really hate studying.
Well, for a start, my Criminal Law was only half-baked. Really. Because I have been reading Criminal Law and writing notes in various very creative places. Like One Utama Shopping Mall and The Curve. Yes. Mom went shopping while I sat on those plushy chairs provided by the mall to study. (No, it's actually for those whose feet are threatening to split) But who cares? I do what I want.
The worst part is I didn't cover 2 of the most important topics: Homicide and Non-Fatal Offences.
And I haven't studied Contract. Well, just glanced through the notes that I made from 9am - 4 pm (for 3 days in a row) last year for A Levels.
And... and... I haven't studied Tort.
Gosh, it was hell of a 3 am.
I decided to read Markesinis and Deakin's Law on Tort. I think these people are so emotionally charged for the topic of psychiatric injury. Seriously, they can't stop bickering about how the courts should have approached the claim for damages and how advanced is medical evidence these days that the Lords need not worry about "frivolous" claims because they can now find out the cause for the psychiatric injury, hence no one can fake it. I was half laughing when I read the book. I wonder if that is the reason why they are academicians; the fact that they are tired of the judges.
And damn it, I was blamed the entire day by the entire class for being a bitch to drop the bomb the day before that we have classes today itself despite of the mock exam. Only to find out that there was, in fact, no classes.
We were the only pathetic idiots studying at Asia Cafe after that. It's the first day of college and we are nerding away with a table strewn with books and papers all over. And that Jesse McCartney's damn song just has to sing "Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress". Leave me to my pathetic life okay?? I need the stress to get me studying or I'll still be on cloud 9. (Or probably Club 9 playing pool). Hah, it's been quite a long time since I last played pool.
The exam? Pooh. I hated it. When the questions were given, I was on the verge of crying. The questions were INSANE!!! Criminal was okay, but there was so much to talk about!! And I couldn't get the brains working to get me points out on rough paper. So I fidgetted and jumped from question to question. Changed answer sheet papers and re-wrote my introduction. And wasted 30 minutes.
I absolutely had no clue about what the Contract question wanted. Although we can carry that fat McKendrick Contract Law book which weighs a tonne in, it was of no use at all. If you don't understand the question, you don't even have anything to flip the pages to. Hence, the book is just a pretty 'little' ornament adorning your table. To show that you are busy and all university-like. Yeah right.
I started Tort question on why psychiatric injury was a problem in law only to realise that I don't even understand what I'm arguing about. So I changed answer sheet.
Then I jumped to Criminal Law. Gosh, writing the introduction was hell. How do I even begin to introduce that fella's liability which consisted of both homicide and non-fatal offences? If I were to lay out the general principle for both offences I'll take up a whole page and write a whole load of grandmother stories and waste time, ink and paper.
In the end, I wrote so much of grandmother story that I ended up with 4 full pages. And 1 hour for the other 2 questions.
In a rush, well, thank God, my thoughts seemed to allign for Tort. So I wrote about 3 pages of grandmother stories, adorning Markesinis and Deakin's very emotional arguments just for the sake of scribbling something on the paper within 30 minutes. (and hypocritically agreed with them since I didn't have a very strong argument in regards to the Lords).
Oh, and underlining, I realised, is so damn helpful. I suddenly understood the Contract question by the grace of God. Yup. And I started flipping the McKendrick book to get some cases (because I remembered none). Heh. And I finished it on time!!!
Anyway, that was what happened during the Mock.
I am crossing every limb that I will be passing Contract and Tort and hope that I did not write out of topic for Criminal.
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