Q & A- law style!

1. Why did you choose to study law?
My goal in the long run is to write a book on family law and put Leong Wai Kum out of business. Law will allow me to achieve both at the same time.


2. What do you most enjoy about studying law at uni?
I can look down on Arts students, knowing that I am better than they will ever be. Unless they have combined Arts with law, of course, that's different. Oh, and further to question two; saying that you study law impresses girls parents I've found. Very useful indeed.


3. What do you find most unenjoyable about studying law?
Not really being able to look down on Medicine students. This, and all the dry reading, unrealistic word limits, bad teachers, automaton law students, poorly thought out assessment tasks, random marking, people who hide books in the library and fatigue. Writing essays sucks too.


4. What did you combine with law, and what were you reasons for doing so?
I combined with commerce, because it makes me look hardcore and smart. Earning a shitload of cash is in my blood and corporate is the only way to go if I want to get my 24 carat gold Cartier watch before the age of 30. Make that 42!


5. What do you plan on doing after you graduate? (If you plan on practicing law - which field?)
Start drafting and pushing for a man’s charter. Thereafter write a book on why the woman’s charter should be abolished. If all else fails, become a stupid, no life, low paying accountant and yes start filing my annual income tax returns.


*Disclaimer: The writer doesn’t owe a duty of care to anyone and whatever that is written here above is without prejudice and to be taken with a pinch of salt. *

he aint doctor do-little....

What would you do if the fucking intern doctor doesn’t know how to operate the bloody medical equipment during your operation????

a) fuck him upside down and tell him to go back to medical school to revisit his textbooks;

b) make a nervous smile but break down thereafter and fuck the life out of him;

c) lastly put up a pretentious front and believe with all your heart and all your soul that the doctor will not ruin your face and even if he did so, I will still fuck him and than commence legal action against him.

I hate doctors.

It sucks having an inexperienced intern doctor operating on you. I was due to go for a laser operation today for my active skin problem and I was against doing the erbium treatment as the last time I did it, it had no effect. Well not exactly no effect, but my skin was so bloody and burned up that my face came out worst than before. Besides that I was suffering in excruciating pain after the operation, it felt like acid burning on my face. Now I know where Michael Jackson got his good looks from.

So to cut the long story short, I consulted my dermatologist at Paragon who by the way charges ridiculously high by normal standards and she recommended that I go for the cool touch therapy laser instead of the CO2 and Erbium laser as the former is more effective to kill the bacteria and help control the oil glands and at the same time rejuvenate the skin.

All these information within a span of 10 minutes for a fucking consultation fee of $90/-.I could have read all these information from the internet. Extravagant high fees, long waiting time, lousy customer service, crappy deco…. and they are still flourishing. I can never understand the delicate intricacies of demand and supply. Or in Singapore context, the more expensive the doctor charges, the better they are. Utter rubbish!

Back to the story, I consulted my doctor and he agreed to give me a cocktail of both cool touch and IPL initially. The nurse laid me ….wrong choice of words… let me start over… the nurse helped me unto the operating bed and thereafter gave me a lengthy instruction on what to do and not to do during the operation. Half the time, I was focusing more on the doctor who seems to be meddling with the equipment and reading the instruction booklet and asking the nurses about the machine.

I mean what the fuck, who cares about what the nurse is saying, I mean look at my doctor. He doesn’t even know how to operate the machine. Well I must say at that time, my confidence dipped and my heart was beating extremely fast. For a minute, I thought I might just pass out and he would than operate on me BIG TIME….. after all his inquisitions into the machine, he than advise me against going for the cool touch laser.

He started to tell me all the bad effects of cool touch and how ineffective it is, but the real reason that he and I knew was that he did not know how to operate the machine. Well at least he was smart enough not to go ahead with the cool touch and instead administered the vantage and IPL on me. I have to say that I was disappointed that the doctors are not adequately trained to handle all equipments, but yet again who can blame them?

They have like a lot of equipment in the operating theatre, it would be difficult for them to know how to operate all of them. But I forgave him soon after, as he was very patient and understanding. Besides that, he really took additional care and effort when performing the operation on me. I guess sincerity is all that matters. I am not so much affected by his lack of knowledge probably due to his inexperience but at least he was sincere and patient and does his best for the patient unlike those other experienced surgeons who just treat you recklessly like one of their many patients.

My doctor called me the next day and enquired about my condition. I was surprised but not shocked because by the time he heard that I was pursuing law at the university, he became increasingly cautious and aware of me like as if I would track his every movement and if he did something wrong I would not hesitate to sue him. I mean he's not entirely wrong but thats besides the point. Oh well, not all lawyers are scum bags… come on...….

I sound like a grump, but I really am not! I’m a happy happy person actually! It’s just exhausting to be politically, civically and morally righteous. I think its time I see my shrink…

Confessions ...

Chapter 1;

Denial….

Why do we always deny being in denial? Denial by itself denotes a sense of un-satisfaction with reality. Knowing and proclaiming the truth will set one free, how true is that?? I wonder….

The truth is liberating, but can we handle the truth?

We all know that taking drugs is wrong, but on the hindsight, how does it feel to be on a ‘high’? If it is really bad stuff, why do people still experiment with it in the first place? It would be a total understatement to say drugs are all bad, it does provide us a form of escapade from our momentarily problems and take us to a place where we feel so sure and confident, a place that we can only dream about, a place of comfort, a place of belonging, a place where we feel no shame.

But the key word here is ‘temporarily’.

I believe that we are after all humans and insecure in some areas of our lives, but why do we always sell ourselves out so willingly to denial. We are old enough to discern the right from the wrong, but being in denial is the easiest excuse we can come up with when we don’t want to deal with the truth.

The truth brings about revelation. Revelation brings about feelings of hurt and pain. It’s tiring to be hurt over and over again by the promise of change knowing that we would be disappointed from time to time again.

Yet again, denial by essence will open up another can of worms. Not being able to look oneself in the mirror and stand by the values we sought as precious in our lives. Denial brings out another person in you. You are not you, but rather you are pretending to be you. That’s when people would perceive you as pretentious and ‘fake’.

So when do we draw the line between ‘denial’ and ‘confession’? The only true gauge is to ask oneself whether we are truly happy the way we are and true happiness is a feeling that only one can decipher and comprehend……