Ok, im sitting here in the law library, or as they would prefer, the "legal resource centre". Im some sort of internet freak, as you people would know so i cant live without my internet. Yes, it is mine. Thing is, as luck would have it, the labtop i brought along decided to kill itself. Ok, maybe i had something to do with it, but hey, who's pointing fingers? Apparently something about allowing "cookies"? Fine, allow them, i thought, feeling particularly hungry at that point. They sound delicious. It turns out that allowing cookies allows evil creatures and things of the dark to invade the recesses of your computor. Such as the cookie monster, of course. Thus, ending in the inevitable conclusion that my labtop is currently virus-filled.

So i reach on saturday morning, totally unprepared, both mentally and physically for the week ahead. My dad and i move into "the Clocktower on Carlton", some sort of service-apartment cum hotel. All is good and well for a while. We go shopping, eat our guts out and watch movies and telly. Till monday. Monday, the day where madness begins. To cut through a whole lot of bullwinkle, i m fully enroled and currently "studying" law. Of course i say "studying" because a bunch of us have just been going from bbq to bbq, apparently trying line dancing(?!) and a myraid of other nonsense. In fact, i m due to be in class, say 1 hr and 8 minutes ago.

The Clocktower is great, but my father insisted we move into the Hyatt for a while. Of course, what could i do but agree? (silent chuckle) The only thing is we've been to the Hyatt buffet 3 times since ive come. 3 times. Yes. For some reason, my dad loves the most expensive buffet in town. im fine with that, really i am, just that, well, if only they would vary their buffet from day to day, thank you very much. Maybe my dad moved into the Hyatt to get nearer to the dining room. Why he loves it so much is understandable, but really, not everyday, dad, pls? I suspect its because of George. Yes, dear George, our Parkistani waiter. The first time i met him he told me, rather animatedly in fact, in a more-than-comfortable-for-him Australian drawl, how absolutely terrific it is that i managed to get into the U of Melb law sch. George, poor fella, went on and on about how mindbogglingly difficult it is to get into law school in u of Melb, on and on about how one has to be amongst the top 99.9% of the cohort, going through interview upon interview to finally be accepted into the and i quote "most prestigious law school ever". He looked so earnest and enlivened, not refilling my water as i politely requested, but instead almost bending himself backwards to impress on me exactly how incredibly tortuous it was to get in. I didn't have the heart to crush the poor man's spirit, so i had to agree went he made a comment that i must be extremely intelligent. Afterall, what could i do?

Ok, sorry about this whole barrage after not "blogging" for ages. Bloody ages. First, i would like to point out, especially to the likes of Jem and Sean, to stop flooding my email. And friendster. And cellphone. Its not polite. And to the others who are not party to this heinous offence, where the hell are your adornments? You apparently are not missing me as much as you should be. That is not polite. Or, in fact, acceptable.

Oh, and sorry guys, i only reply to girls. Got to conserve my sms-es, you know.

And on to another touchy topic, the 'A's..ta da. I told my dad tomorrow we're going shopping. Yes, the only way to comfort me and one of the ways to celebrate. He's resigned himself to it. Yes, why of course, we will go shopping tomorrow, he said. I pity all you poor souls who will be making your ways to school and collecting your results. Firstly there's deciding what to wear, then there's waiting, all jittery and excited, the intensity of the hall rising by the second, in those formidable lines. And finally its having people all around you shout .. 4 As..4 As. To hell with those 4 A-ers. Unless, of course, i am one of them. Then, welcome to the club! Smartypants, we unite. Only smarties have the answer.

But i digress. Good luck if you need it, to you and to me. Unless you are Fartz, who'd probably get 4As, 2 S distinctions and an A1 for gp. But, hey, im happy for her. Really, i am. To the rest of you, cheerios, or as they say it here, seeya later. Which could mean tomorrow, next week, next month, never, and of course, later.