What's a girl to do with friends like this?

It hasn't dawned on me that exams are less than 5 months away and we haven't covered half the content we're supposed to. The only test i passed was public and that's only because I studied for the question, not the topic in general.

I don't get it. We study to become lawyers, where we work even harder. For what? To get criminals out of jail and companies out of bankruptcy. It'd make more sense to work hard and relax later, but that's certainly not gonna happen.

If you left it up to me, everyday would be a holiday from real. We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun, we'd fry our brains and say it's so much fun out here. When it's all over, I'll come back for another year.

This is probably one of the "what's the meaning of life" posts. Cos I don't know what it is. Last year I spent approximately 2 months goofing off, and that was long enough. But when I'm faced with the most little amount of work, I shun it and wish for the next vacation. What's wrong with me?

Maybe it's the pace at which the syllabus is being covered. I'm more used to the breakneck speeds at which they normally have in JC or secondary school. This kampung atmosphere between 807 and 806, I feel it lures me even more into a false sense of security, that everything will be OK by the time the finals roll around. But I know it won't lest I get my act together.

I realised something about segregation. Those to whom it was given to on a silver platter (i.e. Ting Hui, the mob, etc) never scored above 20 (exception:public law) while on the other hand, those who had to work for it (i.e. Femme Boy, Allie, Daniel) did really well. Looks like that whole speech about persevering in the face of adversity held some water.

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It just occurred to me that just because people don't look like they're hurt doesn't mean that they aren't. And that their protective layers just drive them further into isolation. Would it kill me to be nice to outsiders once in a while? Well, since doing so would be dying to myself, so yes, it WOULD kill me. In a good way. But it's so hard to be nice to someone you'd rather see play in a cement mixer. I need help, honestly.