Friday, September 30, 2011
Alas, time flies.

not to worry, i am NOT leaving my blog to just perish in abandonment and die. it's just that i've opted for other outlets like the ever-changing facebook and twitter and tumblr. so addictive sometimes.

finally got my pottermore invite and i'm a RAVENCLAW!

okay, i'm still not quite sure on how to use this new blogger interface, but i shall explore more after my finals.speaking of which, A2 finals are in less than 3 weeks, and everything has just been a blast of whirlwind lately. so many things to catch up one, yet we trouble ourselves more with familiar melancholy. we are all Hamlets in this era; but only if we cease having Faith and bother ourselves too much with social standings. i suppose that was one reason why i got into a mental headlock with sociology.

Law classes are so fun lately; they're one of the few things to relish each day, but alas - the course is coming to a close, and soon it will be time to bid farewell and part ways.months ago, during AS finals season, i felt as though i've been here for such a very long time. now i'm feeling as though everything went by in a blink of an eye.

actually had lunch with Ms Mar yesterday, which came as a bit of a surprise to me, though i was the one who suggested lunch together. we have gotten so used to each other's sarcasm, that i must remind myself that i am indeed conversing in the presence of a lecturer. part of the funnier happenings were:
Ms Mar: so how is it in a bar ah?
us: you've never been to the bar before???
her: eh hello, i was ADMITTED to the bar *proud shrug*

yeah, she's punny like that. in continuation with that jab;
me: whoa, ms, you're so high today - did you have too much to drink or something?
her: i. don't. drink.
me: oh but you were ADMITTED to the bar...
her: Malaysian bar - halal.

well yes, now that she's completed the whole syllabus, we've been spending more time on verbal repartee. along with jerlynn of course; whom she's constantly suspicious of, as well as wen yi whom she picks on for being blur. two outcomes: either we're turning into her, or she's turning into us.


Maxine Ch'ng @ 7:39 PM