Quite a lot has happened since my last entry and I shall try to summarise em here.
On Sunday, I went out to see which hp plan I should get. There was this socialist demonstration going on, with the slogan “a socialist world is possible”. Yea… right…
I was peeved cuz I needed my bank statement to start the plan. Wouldn’t a card suffice? Having made a wasted trip, I trotted back home. Those stupid socialists tried to give me fliers, and being the impeccably well-mannered guy I am, I declined them politely.
I continued to do so, despite the fact I was getting more pissed off by the moment. Till this hippie-no-life-drug-fucked guy cursed me under his breath when I refused his flier. Thereupon I lost my temper, and mimed/shouted obscenities, gesticulating with (I must admit) elaborate play of lips and hands. As I was walking back up to confront him, the WHOLE SOCIALIST MOVEMENT seemed to surround me. That is… not good. Obviously.
But, in order to save my face, I continued shouting. And prepared to hit him. Whereupon the socialist campaigners stopped me. Rather than hit me, which I thought and feared they would, they told me to ignore that guy. He was drunk, as expected.
A few points:
1. that moron dint even have friends within his pathetic movement
2. though I do not empathise with the socialist cause, they arent that bad as human beings after all (unlike my dad)
3. im lucky they didn’t kick my ass
4. I STILL havent got my bank statement
But I do have my cheque book. I just wrote out 2 cheques, one for GBP10120 and the other for GBP1360. I feel powerful.
The warwick trip did not happen for me. I was buried under the weight of legal texts. What a wasted weekend.
To exacerbate my situation, all signs point to the probability of this weekend being no different from the last.
Except imma have a champagne breakfast with jie on Saturday =) caviar, foie gras pate and champagne. Aw…ud better believe it. At home of course, ex la.
SingSoc’s boat party is on Monday. i hope its fun, considering ill probably end up sacrificing my Tuesday morning lectures for it.
I wanna go to Paris on reading week. LV baby. But I doubt it. Too many essays. Law school is sucking the life outta me.
I wanted to blog a few days back, but my baby emailed me with some issues which needed rectification. The exigencies of a relationship precluded my bloggin for that night.
this blog is degenerating to quotidian retellings and ramblings. i have to do something about it. but im really not in the mood for deep or creative entries.
to reiterate, law school is sucking the life outta me
On Sunday, I went out to see which hp plan I should get. There was this socialist demonstration going on, with the slogan “a socialist world is possible”. Yea… right…
I was peeved cuz I needed my bank statement to start the plan. Wouldn’t a card suffice? Having made a wasted trip, I trotted back home. Those stupid socialists tried to give me fliers, and being the impeccably well-mannered guy I am, I declined them politely.
I continued to do so, despite the fact I was getting more pissed off by the moment. Till this hippie-no-life-drug-fucked guy cursed me under his breath when I refused his flier. Thereupon I lost my temper, and mimed/shouted obscenities, gesticulating with (I must admit) elaborate play of lips and hands. As I was walking back up to confront him, the WHOLE SOCIALIST MOVEMENT seemed to surround me. That is… not good. Obviously.
But, in order to save my face, I continued shouting. And prepared to hit him. Whereupon the socialist campaigners stopped me. Rather than hit me, which I thought and feared they would, they told me to ignore that guy. He was drunk, as expected.
A few points:
1. that moron dint even have friends within his pathetic movement
2. though I do not empathise with the socialist cause, they arent that bad as human beings after all (unlike my dad)
3. im lucky they didn’t kick my ass
4. I STILL havent got my bank statement
But I do have my cheque book. I just wrote out 2 cheques, one for GBP10120 and the other for GBP1360. I feel powerful.
The warwick trip did not happen for me. I was buried under the weight of legal texts. What a wasted weekend.
To exacerbate my situation, all signs point to the probability of this weekend being no different from the last.
Except imma have a champagne breakfast with jie on Saturday =) caviar, foie gras pate and champagne. Aw…ud better believe it. At home of course, ex la.
SingSoc’s boat party is on Monday. i hope its fun, considering ill probably end up sacrificing my Tuesday morning lectures for it.
I wanna go to Paris on reading week. LV baby. But I doubt it. Too many essays. Law school is sucking the life outta me.
I wanted to blog a few days back, but my baby emailed me with some issues which needed rectification. The exigencies of a relationship precluded my bloggin for that night.
this blog is degenerating to quotidian retellings and ramblings. i have to do something about it. but im really not in the mood for deep or creative entries.
to reiterate, law school is sucking the life outta me
2 Comments:
hi nothing much but just thought i'd say hi (: your entry was very amusing. study hard!
hongy!! u never email me liaoz =( hope uve been well. huggies
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