Wisdom Comes With Pain

It's no joke trying to grow a wisdom tooth.

Your gums have to slice itself to make way for the new baby tooth from underneath the gum.

And when it springs forth, it tears your sanity apart.

It clouds your thoughts with the pain. You can hardly function the whole day but think about the pain.

It's just the same with studying.

The pain of having to sit on the table, on the same spot for hours.

And having to push aside all distractions which will dampen the progress of your acquisition of wisdom.

And when you're so into your studies, it clouds your mind; you think of nothing but the subject that you're reading on the whole day.

It's such a pain to study sometimes. But the wisdom acquired is priceless.

Ah, damn backbone problem. At the end of the day, I won't be able to lie straight on my bed because that last disc will be so swollen, I'll be lying on it.

Like I said, Wisdom Comes With Pain.

Dogs

The truth is, this world is a world where dog eats dog.

The underdog eats his superior, the superior eats his underdog too. The only difference is how they do it.

Where a dog can fight his peer just as the change of the tide in the ocean. Where a dog turns away from his peer; leaving his peer to fend for himself just to save his own tail.

And we human beings think that we are above dogs.

But the truth is, we are dogs in our own rights.

Every man for his own. When it comes to winning, friendship and blood-ties dissipate like breath on the mirror.

Human rights, do they ever exist? Or is it just a playground for the manipulation of the rich?

The truth is, if you have money, you'll get all the human rights that you want.

Those who rely on human rights are those piteous underdogs who are trying to find a way to pin their superior down.

In the name of human rights, all rules are bent.

Where an unclaimable claim becomes claimable. In the name of human rights.

Is there justice in this world? Is there fairness? Equality? Loyalty?

The world reminds me of a pack of dogs.

Natural Talent to Annoy

It's true I possess such a unique talent.

I basically annoy people naturally. Or at least press on all the wrong buttons.

For instance, well, the more my mom/sis asks me to stop singing, the louder I sing.

Or I'll do the chinky accent at my sister, and she accuses me of causing her standard of English language to deteriorate.

I say the most girlie stuff to guys and make them walk away.

Or, I pretend to be all emotional and get people worked up along.

Ikram complained that I was overly courteous. And I continued with it for another 3 texts? =D

The results that I get?

Priceless facial expression/text expression.

I know I'm eccentric and twisted, but I somehow find it amusing for the time being.

It's probably the Exam Fever.

Speaking About Walls

Writing Credit has officially driven me up and over the wall.

It needs no further explanation.

Just 4 words.

Tort, Rylands v Fletcher.

Betrayed.

Is this what the Law Alumni is for?

Where you betray your learned friends and leave them to rot in boredome??

Why did nobody call me to go out for lunch (but I don't think I will miss the conversation) and later ask me to go to Pyramid for Sushi King?? [I mean pharoah] And where everything was cheap!!! I have been dying for SASHIMIs!!!

Oh, but you all finally get to see my short parents. [Yes, you might be wondering how a short couple can come out with a tall gigantic daughter (who is still growing taller).]

Oh, and you can kill Maureen for telling me this.

I'll gladly give you the license. =D Honest!

[But it's Ok, I won't get to go anyway, because I will have to direct my mom to go pick my sis up or else she might end up driving to JB. She's extremely bad in directions.]

But still...

That lingering sense of betrayal is like the invisible veil which cannot be torn down!

Once Again

I have once again proved to push myself to the limit.

Yup.

I don't know why, but it's good.

Because I will only start doing work when I realise that I have a lot of things to do.

1. I have a Law Ball to plan (Hence, the meetings and the correspondences and the follow-ups)
2. I have the Lexicon layout to do (which will consume quite a lot of time and it's due end of this month.)
3. I have to finish my writing credit.
4. I have to STUDY.

Wow. I have just gotten myself a lot of work. Again.

So, for the time being until I finish all these tasks, you can stare at this space.

Cheers. And wish me luck.

Fashion Wars

Reasons why I love Fashion Wars on Facebook.

1. I earn $77 200  $206 000 per hour.
2. I own 5 LV bags, 5 Mobile blings, A Mini Cooper, A Smart Car, A BMW, A Lotus, A Convertible Porsche, 2 Audi R8s, a  2 bling Mercedes
3. I am the owner of 5 pubs in LA, I own a penthouse, a Miami beach house, a Hollywood house, an 3 Italian Villas by the sea.

Compare it to the real world that I live in.

1. I don't earn a single dollar for studying.
2. I don't own 5 LV bags, 5 mobile blings, and I absolutely do not own any cars. Let alone be allowed to drive without supervision.
3. I don't own any property which generates money for me to spend like a RockStar.

I, instead, have to force myself every single minute to try to study.

Ah, my time will come. It shall come.