apple, you suck.

My black Mac just died an hour ago. With my presentation for tomorrow and 8th draft of my Comparative Consti essay inside.

Please, God, let the data be recoverable.

And after this, I’M FUCKING SWITCHING TO WINDOWS.

whitman.

[On how ideas of privacy have shifted and mutated over time]
Anyone who wants a vivid example can visit the ruins of Ephesus, where the modern tourist can set himself down on one of the numerous ancient toilet seats in a public hall where well-to-do Ephesians gathered to commune, two thousand years ago, as they collectively emptied their bowels.
[Footnote: For a discussion of communal defecation in Greco-Roman antiquity, governed by some complex social and even legal rules, see … For a tourist guide, see Ephesos: Der Neue Fuhrer.] 

…

Talking about salaries is not quite like defecating in public, but it can seem very off-putting to many Europeans nevertheless. 

You know you’re stressed (and probably extremely deprived to boot) when reading this in a 70-page article makes you burst out in uncontrollable laughter.

i think this is very funny.

seven.

It’s when she’s all alone, when she hugs her knees to her chest, and her head sinks in defeat, that she’s honest with herself. 
It’s only when the confused welter of thoughts swirl around inside her exhausted mind that she’s unable to explain away the obvious.
It’s only then that she hears her heart speak.

unconscionability.

I discovered only today, after thirteen years of dog ownership, that my dog is not a Jack Russell Terrier but a Miniature Fox Terrier. =.=

The breeder LIED. To a little girl of EIGHT.

Wahlau.

i have something to say.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

 

That feels better.
Or not.

when it rains, it pours.

SUBJECT REGISTRATION IS A PAIN IN THE ASS.

WHERE IS THE UROP!!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! I SPENT TWO HOURS THIS MORNING TRYING TO REGISTER AND I AM STILL NOT REGISTERED.

And I think my supervising prof is not happy with me. WOW way to go Rachel. 

Now all this would not have happened if they had just DESIGNED THE SYSTEM PROPERLY.

these small hours.

Five.
There was something about this night that just felt so right. They waltzed to the silent orchestra in their minds, the grass dewy beneath their unclad feet. There was nothing to connect them; yet in their intense gaze was everything that bound them. She spun gracefully, twirling with the wind, her hair fanning out to frame her exquisite face. He could watch her forever, but the denouement had begun. One, two, three; fin. He stepped up, his back arched elegantly, and caught her as she fell into his arms. The stars that glittered against the velvet black of the new moon were the last thing she saw before-
I do.

Four.
There was nothing left to believe. She was lost. Trapped. The empty air before her was as cruel, unyielding steel; her guilt shackled and immobilized her. She reached up to touch her frozen face; why was she crying? She could feel no more. Her face was expressionless as the tears cascaded down. 
And then he sat down in front of her. His face mirrored hers; his eyes wept endlessly; his face impassive. Her once expressionless brow furrowed in confusion.
She believed again.

Six.
There was her inspiration. Her hands danced across the monochrome keys of her piano; swept along by the symphony of their silent orchestra and the memory of mute tears.

thirteen things i hate about you.

One. Missing lectures and tutorials. 

Two. Westlaw’s lag-ness.

Three. Lawnet’s full-ness.

Four. Word’s stupid new citation function that cannot be customised.

Five. Inserting Tables of Authorities.

Six. Marking citations by hand.

Seven. Formatting headnotes such that they will not show on the first page.

Eight. The combination of International law/International Criminal Law/Extradition/Human Rights Law/Comparative Criminal Procedure/Constitutional Law/Evidence.

Nine. Rushed research.

Ten. Westlaw timing out when it doesn’t even f*cking load within the time limit.

Eleven. Lack of sleep.

Twelve. 90 page articles.

Thirteen. CLASHING DEADLINES!

positive thinking.

To mah Bruddah:

I would like to think that when I fart, the world farts with me. :D
And because you are cheena, instead of saying thank you, i say xiexieni. heh!
 

loverach.