Playing: Rooster-Angels Calling
I absolutely love being home again! 2 weeks straight in Gombak was too much for me to handle, I admit. I felt liberated last night, crossing over to the outside world after passing the guard’s post. Took my time driving, cranked up the radio and hollered all the way home. Woo! Such freedom!
And now here I sit, smack in the middle of my comfort zone, clad in comfort clothes, and ironically, having a horrible time with my hair. Not that its tangled or anything, but honestly, have you ever dealt with really manageable hair? Soft hair is so hard to handle, it falls all over the place.
I almost forgot what home smells like…there’s this familiar smell you just can’t take away from it…as they say, home is where the heart is. =)
About the Torts presentation, I would say it went well considering the fact that people actually responded and nodded their heads, Aisya included, which was a BIG relief. Sir said it was alright, so I’m settling for that. One thing though: I simply cannot work with my presentation partner again. I’m so sorry, but he’s not very good in handling stressful moments. I was completely at ease when we first started out, but by the time I was reading up medical law…I lost it. He was panicking throughout, and in the end, I suffocated. Haiya. But don’t worry (if you’re reading this), I’ll gladly be your teammate if you ever consider taking up debating. =)
Speaking of debating, we had an informal debate during Halaqah yesterday. Motion? Marriage Before Graduation Is Better Than Marriage After Graduation. What a no brainer, I took to Opposition immediately. Wished Abby was there, she knows why. I was surprised by the Government, they brought up some plausible points. The debate ended on nobody’s victory (of course), since we all agreed that it was to each her own. I have some goals to fulfil before settling down, and others might want to think of settling down as their goal. Nothing wrong about that, though I do think that one should be able to exercise their full independance first and taste life before being tied down by obligations (and possibly a needy husband…whoops). Alright, I’m again just saying what suits me. An additional note: I’m not one of those heartless biatches, ok? I’ll have you know I absolutely love children.
Hmm…speaking of biatches, I had a glimpse of the video Widad recorded during the Mock Trial itself. Oh my God, I absolutely hated myself! I was like ‘whoa! What a bitch lawyer! Man, I hate her guts! Wipe that smirk off! Someone shoot her! Oh wait, that’s me.’ Not a very comforting thought, to hate myself so much. Had to turn the telly off afterwards.
I had better stop here. There’s still Death Monday to prepare for.
*Takes a deep breath, and dives into oblivion.*
Enough said here.
