organised chaos

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I sailed away towards many days. I sailed away so many ways.

If I was a bird, it wouldn’t be too much of an overstatement to say I’m in the process of molting. I’m being quite literal, since the fact of the matter is I’m balding. There, I’ve said it in no uncertain terms. I discovered this some few days ago while I was in the midst of studying. I have a habit of running my fingers through my (now thinning) so-called crown of glory when I’m preoccupied with understanding legal concepts (or maybe it’s more of pulling at them out of frustration). Anyway, I was doing so while burying myself in the wonders of evidence law when to my mortification found clumps of hair entangled in my hand. This, I can attribute to stress and stress alone, to which I presume the aforesaid activity of studying should be named the odious culprit.

Earlier this semester, I resolved to detach myself from any form of stress but the task is nothing short of impossible since I tend to stress out if I think I’m not stressed out enough for my sake. It’s a catch-22 situation. Speaking of semester resolutions, I’m still struggling to abandon my chaotic-by-nature self, and that’s not going anywhere. At all. I suppose I’m just going to have to accept this ‘gift’ of putting myself in teetering positions, and ending up floundering my way through. Mad.

Back to the matter at hand, it won’t be long now before I start looking like Britney Spears on a paparazzi-attacking rampage. Ack, the horror! If anybody’s got a useful tip/remedy, please share! And excuse all this hoity-toity language, I’m presently very much influenced by the immaculate language used by Kazuo Ishiguro in his book, The Remains of the Day. I know finals are around the corner, but whatever man. At this point, I need to escape studying and just…read.

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Trent: Have dinner with me.
Meredith: Look, I’m not going to sue you or anything.
Trent: I’m not asking as a pre-emptive strike against litigation, I’m asking–
Meredith: I’ll have dinner with you.
Trent: What changed your mind?
Meredeith: Anyone who can say ‘pre-emptive strike against litigation’ with a straight face deserves a dinner companion.
-Playing By Heart
Geeks can be so cute.

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I’m glad this week’s finally over, Alhamdulillah. It’s been one of the most demanding ones this semester, with 4 papers lining up the days. But even so, I don’t think anything can quite match up to doing a Professional Practice assignment in extremely limited time and conditions, or spending 3 days and 3 nights in a row in front of the computer drafting papers for Civil Procedure, or pondering what on earth Sir S.T could want for our Criminal Procedure assignment when we’re supposed to answer 4 questions in only 4 pages, with 25 marks allocated for each question, or preparing for tutorials every week to the point that going out is a novelty, practically unheard of.

I think I’d rather take 4 papers over that sort of prolonged period of torture, but when I think of the looming finals…maybe assignments aren’t that bad.

Open houses are the only way I can catch up with friends nowadays, that and through blogs, social networks and chance encounters in corridors and car parks. I miss everyone.

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I can’t pretend it’s easy anymore.

Enough said here.