mmmpphhh.
i want sleep.


long time.

I am back, upon request!

Nothing much on this end, really, just been having my exams and been studying for them like crazy, starving myself because I just can't be arsed to cook a proper meal (well that's changed for a few days now thank goodness).

Other than that life has been pretty dull, I suppose.

Oh, wait.
Minus the tort exam anyway. I thought I lost my student ID so I had to run back home to look for it, panicked because I thought I was going to miss my exam and all that, ran back to the bus stop to catch the bus. One or two buses abandoned me, OF COURSE they would, seeing a stressed out little Asian girl in a (my bad) long maxi dress running her head off. So I stood there abusing myself mentally and emotionally, and then my angel Suhaib Ibrahim appears out of nowhere cool as a flipping cucumber. My heart stopped, and then everything seemed logical again. It is GREAT knowing that you won't be the only one who'll possibly be late.

So I sat for the exam without my ID, and they stuck a sticker on my paper saying "CANDIDATE IDENTITY NOT CONFIRMED". I felt SO rejected, but I continued my examination nonetheless, and I did pretty alright, considering I could not write my name properly after all the running and panicking, shaking hands and knees and everything.

Then I get home and turn my room inside-out, and I find my student ID in my bag. The bag I took for the exam.


I know, I'm the biggest idiot around (following my previous wrong-airport incident, that is).

But life isn't exciting without these stressful moments, don't you think?



The weekend after that was fantastic. It was like tonnes had been taken off my shoulders, and I had a really special visitor up to make things happy again. Needless to say I ate very well that weekend, and lazed around, playing Bejewelled at every given opportunity. :D

Jurisprudence was "OKAY lah". Not the best paper, but I managed it! After that it was PURE relief though, plenty of walking around town because buses weren't running because of the Manchester City parade because of their FA Cup win. ANNOYING.



So.. one more to go!
Land law.
Marcus Senior don't love me no more, I tell you. There's just so.much.shit.to.do!


And oh, the hormones came to visit. I have been crying SO SO MUCH.
Oh and been having loads of intelligent conversations with an old friend, which have been nothing short of painfully entertaining!



Life's pretty good to not enjoy it at the moment. <3

My life, it's changed - for the better.

So if you've been close and personal enough with me,
you'd know that I've been away for donkey
donkey
weeks and months.

I spent an amazing time in Spain, in Madrid, with my cousin Kelvin,
his wife Tamara,
and the baby,
Alba,
whom I love to bits.
Shopping was awesome, and I have tan lines on my feet from wearing shoes.
We walked EVERYWHERE,
saw churches,
learnt a bit more Spanish,
had churros,
Carolyn got sick,
while I enjoyed Spanish delicacies and tapas and wine and everything.

Then we went up North to Logrono, La Rioja,
the land in Spain famous for wines,
had a bit too much to drink those few days,
shopped some more,
bicycled,
tanned some more,
and saw dinosaur footprints!

Got back to London for a couple of days, just hanging out with Isabelle.

Then coming back to Manchester was a bit of a crazy week!
We were busy preparing for Malaysian Night, which was flipping awesome.
I danced, and I acted,
made friends,
and memories,
both that will last me this lifetime.
Now that's what you call a REAL success.

4 days after, another trip down to London, spent a crazy night there watching Underworld 2,
slept at 2,
left at 6.30am the next morning to catch a train,
then I tried to catch a plane..
but I missed my flight, and oh what a terrible experience that was.
I went to the wrong airport, had some malfunction in my brain,
got on the next possible flight to Nice,
stoned at the Radisson Blu's Lobby Bar for about 4 hours,
and finally, my parents arrived with all the love I've missed!

Bonjour!, France!
What a beautiful place, sunny, and breezy, and pure lovely.
Shopping, walking on the beach,
travelling down to the Principality of Monaco,
and then San Remo in Italy..
talking to my parents,
and listened to them compete in a Snoring Competition!
France was nothing short of awesome beauty.
What a wonderful memory.

Back to London then all teary and sad..
got locked out of Isabelle's flat because her phone refused to ring,
and Costa was late from Brighton.
Made dinner after Isabelle finally came home,
and then half of Underworld 3,
before we decided we needed sleep.

Train back to Manchester,
where the real sorrow began.
Got caught in the rain walking home alone after Reiff's revision class,
and I missed the sunny beaches of France even more,
and my heart ached for company.

What a horrible Monday that was.

But it was turned around by love,
and then I realised, that's what makes my world go round!


I am utterly blessed to have so much love,
so many people to love
in my life.

Sometimes things hurt,
sometimes they sting,
but in the end..
nothing matters
but your heart - its strength, and the love you put in.