Saluté Hamlet

And so, I have just relived the fashion of Hamlet's hair.

It is a Hamlet comeback.

You see, ever since I came back, I was haunted by this girl's awesome awesome barbie doll fringe which made her look so uber cool.

So, when I had to cut my fringe as ordained or face a fate far worse than a short fringe, I decided to cut that same barbie fringe.

Also, the fact that it looks almost like a Camden goth's hair makes it even more appealing.

But, I didn't realise one thing. My fringe was, even before cutting it, too short to make it work.

And now, I present to you, Miss Hamlet who did not intend to be in the league of LaLas at all but is forced to pin her fringe up or look worse.

Lucky for me, there is no time to fuss over my stupid fringe.

Because, I have so much of work to do!!! And they are all for next week!!!!!

1. Contract Non-Assessed Assignment to be handed in on Monday.
2. Contract presentation on Restitution. Possibly on Wednesday or Thursday. Who knows, maybe it's on Tuesday.
3. Contract tutorials.
4. Criminal Law tutorials to prepare for
5. GPL presentation to prepare for.
6. Tort tutorial to prepare for.
7. On the same day, I have my moot.
8. Not forgetting, legal skills work; legal letter to be handed in.

Can someone save me before I go crazy like Hamlet?

Weirdalogy

Somehow, for some weird reason, I have been really frustrated all week.

And the problem is, I don't quite know why.

But I do apologise for being so critical these days and being all whiney. I'm constantly grumbling or criticising something.

It's the frustration/stress talking.

I have so much to do and work is piling up. It's not like time is elongating itself.

I need to learn to be a better time manager.

And people are noticing that I'm slacking these days.

Sometimes, I wish that my mom can stop dragging me all over the place.

That's about it for now.

A Tale of Unrepentant-ness

I am unrepentant for what I am.
For what I write and what I do.
I am unrepentant
When I know that I have done my best.

Valentine's Day for me is about a day spent to appreciate yourself.

Because if you don't, no one will.

You will have to first love yourself in order to know how to love your neighbours.

Well, you don't have to love ALL your neighbours, but you don't have to live in animosity.

Did I tell you that I spent V Day trying to contain an unrepentant tornado in my stomach? And that I spent the whole day sleeping alone at home while the parents drive the sister to work? [and, they went shopping too. Without me!!!]

Not to forget I only ate plain porridge [as in water and rice and nothing else] for the whole day.

The fever eventually went down but the splitting headache is this irritating leech which just won't stop torturing me.

It is not funny when you have to wake up early the next day for an appointment at 10 am but it takes about an hour to reach that destination. And with the need to have breakfast first, you basically have to get up at 8 am.

In my world, morning means 11 am. Because sleeping time for me is 3 am [No, I do not go clubbing in case you are filling in the blanks with the wrong activities. I study. Besides that, I will have to feed my parents with two large sleeping pills before I can actually slip out to club. Which is not quite happening in a million light years. Because the mother is a light sleeper and the dah-dee is just too difficult to fool.]

By the time I got home, it was late evening.

We had to host this hospitality thingy where we meet up with people who come back from overseas and what-nots.

It was quite nice since I get to regroup with my childhood friends.

The sister said that there was this lady in stunning red dress who was staring at me with a quiver full of hatred in her eyes because her husband was checking the both of us out and I really dressed up for the occassion.

I don't live to please the world.

And I'm unrepentant on that.

These two weeks has just been crazily stressful. I usually don't have a habit of shaking my leg but I do it quite frequently now to ease off the stress.

I don't wanna talk about today.

So I shall just stop talking here because my eyes are about to pop out. Only slept at 3.30 am while preparing for tutorials.

I thought 4 subjects are quite manageable, I am wrong.

There is just so much to do.

Mixtures aren't Always Bad

Yesterday, while a dear friend was driving me home at about 8 pm, we came to one conclusion.

I am what I am for what I am. I am not what I am because of influences. I live for what I am.

I'm not afraid to speak my mind and be what I am.

Nothing is going to stop me.

Not even when the entire society is against me.

Yesterday was awesome. Met up with high school friends before one of them flies back to Kiwiland to study.

It was amazing. It's amazing how much we've all changed and at the same time, still did not change.

For one thing, we all did look splendidly awesome. And YL's 2 friends just made our day rather interesting and great.

It's fun mixing with people from different backgrounds. When you put all of them together and you start bitching about LaLa people, it's just bloody fun.

We all have one common understanding - LaLas have weird hairs, tries to dress "cutely", are overdressed and they all walk in Times Square.

We went to Italiannies to eat and gosh, the serving was mighty huge. I couldn't finish it at all.

I was half nagging at myself for having to say goodbye to my almost-flat tummy for eating that Linguine Vongole. (Ok, they are clams.) [But, hey, I still woke up with my flat tummy. Let's hope it does not add on. Damage control commences right now.]

The fact that it is almost dinner time made me cringe at the thought of having to down some more food, especially my mom's cooking which is usually not quite appetizing, and especially not after swallowing 2 person's share of pasta.

Rome Cocktail was quite ok though. It wasn't great. We need more great cocktails in Malaysia!!!

The best surprise? We weren't allowed to pay a single cent. The guys took care of everything. Now, this is what I call chivalry. And he even paid the waiter extra extra extra tips.

I'm not trying to complain about my guy friends who don't do so. I understand why they do not pay for everything, because, hey, we all receive the limited "allowances" which are usually very limited. It's just that it is very rare to come by guys like this. Not that I'm gonna take advantage, it's just nice to have your entire meal to be paid for once [and not having to be independent all the time]

I can't elaborate more. I wish I could but there is just so many things to say and too many places to start.

I'm glad that the piece of us from high school is still in us.

Friends Forever my pals.

Lost in Translation

I forgot to say that when I was at Subang Parade, being desperate to draw out cash from the ATM machines, I actually have to fake a British accent to walk up to this group of cashier girls to ask them where can I withdraw money so that I won't look like an idiotic citizen who doesn't know the locality.

But, I was lost in translation. They gave me the wrong information. All the accent for nothing.

Anyway, the sister asked if I wanna help her do translation over the weekends because she has an exam coming up and she has a lot of work to do as well.

And so, I happily obliged. Because there's the motivation of m$$lahs. [I decided to replace the oo for $$s (it's moolahs)... Why have a hole?? Fill it with money!!! Yeah!!!]

But what I didn't know is that my Malay is completely rotten after not writing in it for 3 years.

I had hell of a time searching the dictionary just to translate that 18 pages with 36 main paragraphs and another 20 something more sub paragraphs.

Only to get scolding.

"Debble. You do not do direct translation!!! You must have an appreciation for proper Malay phrase structure!!!"

"You had better not do any attachments this year!!! Wait for next year when your Malay has improved!!"

"Did God, by His Grace give you an A1 for SPM?? Your Malay is horrible!!"

But hey! I did most of the donkey work and all you have to do is to re-edit my "horrible" phrases.

I, on the other hand still think that my translation was a pretty damn impressive work. [It took me 1 1/2 days to complete it though]

But towards the glee of completing the translation, the electricity in my house tripped.

Pissed off, I carried on doing my work relying on the battery and the reliable flashlight from my phone to read the English document.

Only to find out that the main switchboard in my house got burnt. Which means, NO ELECTRICITY UNTIL THE SWITCHBOARD IS REPAIRED.

Such Joy.

And today, I found that my laptop plug got burnt too.

I suspect there was an electricity surge from TNB along with overloading from my house; hence the burning [even the plastic of the switchboar melted and hence the noxious fumes burning my nostrills]. The heater is spoilt but thank God my laptop charger plug is not spoilt too.

So I was lost in translation while I was translating the document; because seriously, there are terms which just do not exist in Malay and you'll just have to crack your brains for the Malay vocabulary, lost in translation from those cashier girls, and momentarily when the electricity burned.

Not to mention that all my beautiful Malay vocabulary and phrases before this has been flushed down the drain.

It was really difficult to translate with super bright laptop screen and flashlight from phone.

Did I mention that it happened at 11 pm??

It was quite chaotic. Luckily, I was the nocturnal one in the family who can walk through the entire house without light.

If you're wondering, Yes, I'm rotting at Starbucks again. With my sister this time.

Disputes, Delusions, Desperation.

It's 6.05 am. Wake up girls. We gotta get out of the house early today to beat the jam.

"You go first"
"No, you go first"
"Why should I go first?"
"Why shouldn't you go first??"
"Just go and brush your teeth first!! Then you can continue sleeping after changing like you always do."
"But I only get up after 6.30 am."
"Just do it Debble. Don't be stubborn."
"No. You go first. I went first yesterday."
*Interruption*
"There are so many basins in the house. You don't have to go one after another."

This is what happens every morning while expert hands fly over the "boundary" of the bed and slap the other person just to force the other to get up first.

Gosh, I really hate waking up. It's difficult to wake up. Why can't that mad jam at Damansara have a solution? Why can't they expand the roads? Imagine, you have about 10 lanes for toll and immediately after the toll, all the cars squeeze into two lanes.

So we were early today. Or so we thought. It was as jammed as ever.

It's probably because everyone who goes on that same jam everyday have the same thought.

"I have to wake up earlier tomorrow to beat the jam. Even if it means stirring and grabbing those screaming kids earlier for school tomorrow."

So, the conclusion is, do not wake up so early. =D [Yes, you must be saying, please slap this blogger's face?? She's distorted.]

Anyway, I made a conclusion about the Honda City car while staring at the beautiful beamer 3 series.

The Honda City looks like a car who went for plastic surgery and never quite recovered from it. That is why everything looks so swollen.

Oh, and I thought the shape of its backside looks like the Vios's.

I loathe that car with a passion. It's so ciplak!!

At one point of my life, I was amused, bemused, amazed at why my mom suddenly allowed me to carry my own atm card.

Because it does not work on local atm machines. Yes, you only go back to HSBC or you can go to Standard Chartered, OCBC or UOB. Which is un-findable anyway. The local atms charge 10 bucks per transaction [BLOOD SUCKER!!!] and the local atm machines just REFUSE to accept my atm and withdraw my money.

What is the machine's problem larr?? How come my sis can withdraw?? Damn it!

My life is just absolutely so miserable. An atm card without real cash. And the mom won't give me my long overdue credit card. Thanks to the sis. Pooh!!

Sometimes, having a bad habit is good. For instance, stashing cash all over your handbag. I found extra cash just enough for me to pay for the program. Thank God. Or else Judah is gonna screw me; and Ikram is gonna burn me.

On the way back, [I walked all the way to parade] I met my cousin. With her boyfriend. And they were puzzled to find me there and rained storms of "What are you doing here and Why" on me. They even tried to threaten to expose me. Sorry. I am just so scandalous that I am not afraid of any threats.

Ok, I want my life to be colourful, but in different kind of colours. Not this depressive morosive stupid "adventures".

[Erhemm, actually I would like more drama. But NOT Blackhole's drama.]

Season Greetings [heavily edited]

As seasons change; so do I.

Like the falling leaves of Autumn, the current me sheds off.

I need to get back to that driven person that I was. But the problem is, I was so driven, people felt intimidated.

Right now, I am just this little girl playing around in LaLaland.

I talk gibberish in class. Sometimes, I don't quite know what I'm saying. It's my talent to have words rattle off my tongue.

I am not proud to say that I did well in my Mock although I did do relatively well. It's unfair because I have background knowledge from A Levels; so no matter how much I crap I won't be that wrong.

The truth is, I didn't prepare as well as I usually do.

To tell you the truth, I was shocked at my Tort results. Didn't expect it at all since I merely touched the surface of things. Contract? Well, I seriously don't know what is wanted for the essay.

No more rants about the Mock.

I am raging a war. [yes, the word rage is used on purpose.]

And I am confident to win it.

'Tis the season of winter. Coldness, decisiveness, lack of lustre in life due to the fact that Law is sucking it all. A chance to rebirth with a changed attitude. A period of "hibernation" from the pleasures of life to spring up again with anticipation for twice the amount fun that I am having.

When spring comes, it had better be damn colourful. I am gonna play all that I want [until I drop dead, ok, not exactly dead] before Year 2 starts.

Oh, btw, spring is only coming after the finals.

My seasons do not change geographically but according to the tidal events of life.

p/s: I have to re-edit this post because my English was seriously horribly Chinkily BROKEN.

Oh, and btw, I am sorely mad with the blackhole for bitching to the cat. What right does she have?? You DO NOT generalise!!! That's the first rule in thinking skills!!! Oh, I forgot that she does not have any thinking skills.

She's probably trying very hard to dominate the world.

Note: the blackhole is not one of our classmates. The period of bitching about classmates has expired.

My brains are still not functioning properly. Damn you, Sleep, you had better come easily and in bulks. Tune out those bloody crickets/lizards.

Let me tell you why Law is a profession. Because for every case, you have to be a professional in a particular area out of the blue whether you like it or not.

I suddenly have a double influx of messages coming in from MSN ever since I changed my personal message to: "I'm not stuck-up. It's just that you're not talking to me first".

It was a statement. Not a petition for attention/atonement.