Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I've made it a point not to update my blog in an angry tone.
and if i really must, i've told myself countless time to actually be polite about it.
now you might ask, how can you be polite when you're angry. Believe it or not, dear readers, its quite an achievable feat. yours truly here speak from experience.
lets take a trip down memory lane, remember that time i blog about how i find it highly rude it was to cut queue. and how damn pissed i was when someone cut MY queue. Do you remember, dear readers? Lets all admit that i was actually polite about it. Note that behind the politeness there lays terrible sarcasm.
But, im not touching about sarcasm. that's not my point. my point is, you can be polite while you're angry. and if im polite while im angry, you really should be celebrating, for it is difficult to see aidah being polite.
it is not worth an effort on my part when people around me just fails to be polite to me! don't get me wrong. i am not usually a very rude person. it's just that, you reap what you sow, be polite to me and i shall shower politeness on you. Life is not simple. Its not black and white. Therefore, i cannot be just rude or just polite. I must be both and fit myself into the graying part of life.
and the irony of it, Law IS black and white.
and so the question that begs to be answered is, where do i fit?
i might as well just load that barrel and paint myself red. do you get my drift?
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Note to readers, that wasn't what i wanted to blog about.
i guess when there's too much adrenaline flowing through your system, you just tend to digress more.
The 'death' week has thus began.
Meetings everywhere. POM, Econs, LSM.
Deadlines all fall so nicely like a pack of demented dominoes. One after another.
I will not throw swear words here. Afterall, i do have underage readers.
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I took 1 and half hour to bloody understand the facts of my precedent case. and to make matter worse, my group have 6 issues and well, millions of legal principles. all of which we must understand by next two weeks.
and this friday, i have to come to school by 8. Oh Lord. *bangs head on the wall* *opps blood!*
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and, CSA tutorials. I don't understand the formulas he was trying to make us absorb.
I am very thankful he didn't teach me maths while i was sitting for my o level or i would have failed dramatically.
plus, he's making extra lesson! and giving us excel homework.
perhaps, someone shld just inform him of the amount of work we already have on our plate.
i will stop whining like a damn dog.
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Aidah is looking forward to this friday afternoon.
In which she and her two friends will formally go shopping.
isn't that great?
and we all went window shopping the other day. $159 for a blazer? *rolls eyes* can you wait until i actually become a lawyer before i buy such an expensive piece of cloth?
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a little boy with his mother board the bus in which shamini, berwin and me was in.
he sat beside shamini, on his mother's lap. berwin and i sat opposite shamini.
the little boy was carrying a toy gun, in which the barrel was pointed in berwin's direction. with a bus full of people me and sham could only laugh silently.
and out of a sudden the boy exclaimed "i shoot all the people. i shoot all the passenger". of course me and sham laughed at this. he then proceeded to burst into tears.
"can i sue him? he has the intention" sham said.
i don't know why she would want to sue.
and so i added "you cannot prosecute a child below 7"
and berwin told us he made the boy cried by making weird faces.
Children are so weird i will never try to understand them. Period.
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i made a move at 9:33 PM
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