Nessie

I’m terribly pissed.

Okay, somewhat. I’m too sleepy to feel too pissed, though more than usually pissed since I am also annoyed over the fact that I can’t sleep.

I am tempted to open my Trust textbook again.

Sucks, especially when I was sooo sleepy when I went offline… And then I ended up staring at the ceiling.

I refused to open my copy of The Undercover Economist, or The Graveyard Book, or 44 Scotland Street. That would be a sure way for me not to fall asleep.

Remembering those days when I was reading His Dark Materials…

Goodness, now that I realize, I seem to like British authors more than American now… Neil Gaiman, Philip Pullman, Alexander McCall Smith, Tim Harford…

Stephenie Meyer is really the odd one out, being from the other side of the Atlantic…

Anyway, back to the topic, and related to the last author…

So I thought, why not I read the book that least interest me as a book?

I’ve made no secret that her style of writing annoys the hell out of me. Jacob’s point of view is alright, but Bella’s just… unbearable. And the third book of Breaking Dawn is like reading Twilight all over again, but with 100 times the intensity…

Pretty much the intensity that Bella felt once she became a vampire.

Maybe I shouldn’t role my eyes too much; it might make my eyes less sleepy, what with the “exercise”?

Oh well.

But back to the topic!!

At p 451, Bella was utterly angry with Jacob for nicknaming her daughter after the Loch Ness Monster.

How could she!!!!!!

Such an insult that she felt insulted!!

I created a character with her first name as Nessie, but with an absolutely ridiculous surname. However, everything about her plays on the fact that she was really named after the Loch Ness Monster.

She was also “inspired” by one of my tutors who introduced herself with the first syllable of the nickname and ending it with an “a” sound instead of “ie” sound.

The said tutor’s also Scottish.

The full name of the character?

Nessie McLochlan.

I know; that’s how lame I could be.

Hahaha.

However, don’t you think that it is such a cute name?

And to feel insulted for a person to nickname your child with such a ridiculous name with such a cute nickname…

Seriously!!!

Pisses me off. Hrmph.

And yes, I admit that I do sound like a southern Californian bimbotic blonde.

Why deny it? It’s in me. Blah.

PS: I no longer feel like tagging the entries on this series… I don’t know why; maybe because I’m a coward. Maybe because I can’t be bothered. Who knows?

Reading the second book of Breaking Dawn, with Rosalie calling the fetus “baby” whereas most of the rest calls it “fetus”… It just reminds me of the anti-abortion seminar I had… And the silly criticism by Precious Life. Gosh… It really depends on how you see it, doesn’t it? Even doing Biology again and again and again wouldn’t make you see differently if you so want a baby.

Gahh.

I’m just disgusted with the things in the book.

God.

Unbelievable.

Stephenie Meyer is definitely one of the people I would like to meet. I wonder, what the hell was she thinking when she was writing Breaking Dawn.

Just the last book.

I return!!

To the West Coast!!

Of Peninsular Malaysia, unfortunately.

Even though I’m an English Midlands “kind-of-girl”, I would kill to be on the West Coast of Britain. Preferably West Coast of Scotland.

Or West Coast of Ireland, perhaps? OMG just sooooo bee-you-ti-fool!!!!!!!!

Aakkkk!!!!

And will be very reluctantly “handing over” a vial of her blood tomorrow.

Sniff sniff.

No, reading a book on how two people’s lives changed due to a blood transfusion still doesn’t change my view on this robbing of my blood by my doctors.

Especially since they use my blood to brew some funny concoction that would tell them whether my blood is too thin or not.

Huh.

Shouldn’t they be able to tell it by my survival rate? That I haven’t died yet?

No, with blood, “prevention is better than cure” does not apply when it means taking my blood.

Don’t they know how precious it is?

*totally ignores the fact that bone marrows replenish the blood easily*

Still, I know I would sign the stupid letter and reluctantly give the nurse (great emphasis on that; MO suck at searching for my veins, regardless of how obvious it actually is. The blue lines, you idiot!!) my right arm.

Sigh.

Sucks.

Still, I love the book. I love the woman. Thanks for the Memories by Cecelia Ahern, I mean.

I know, I know. I’m just sooo obsessed. Hahaha

I am soooo not prepared for tomorrow’s psych session. For the first time. Though I suppose I’ll just say maybe my unconscious mind is trying to protect itself which is why I somewhat “refuse” to remember ladida.

Really, my psych sessions sometimes seem like tutorials rather than therapy. Cool, huh?

Who said I need to do psychology to get these classes?

For RM5 a session!!

Hahaha.

Anyway, yeah, the latest book I read by Ms Ahern has made me want to write again.

Though I do wonder… Does my reading more and more books limit my imagination or expand it? I don’t know… Somehow I feel like I keep thinking about the things that I read only and not that much of my original thoughts.

But I suppose… With so many thoughts out in the open now, we could just “recycle” the thoughts? Make it better?

I don’t know…

Oh well.

*shrugs*

I’ll continue updating my blog later though. Hehehe.

Shoot!! I need to drive tomorrow.

Arrggghhhh!!!

PS: Car is in a horrid state now. My mother feels like letting me use the car all the time and drive her old car. Hehehe.

PPS: On a somewhat related note… if only by some weird coincidence; I still hate Diane Blood. Traditional vows and all the crap. Hmph. Even though I am no longer doing Health Care Law. Though, who knows, I might decide to go to University of Edinburgh and take Medical Law just to have Alexander McCall Smith as one of my tutors/lecturers… Just to say that one of my tutors was a bestselling author, and another one is sorely jealous of the former.

Hiatus

Hahaha. So apparently I didn’t have to think too hard… I am going away anyway. Well, not really going away just yet, but will be away for 4 days, so I am not topping up my internet. So come midnight (Malaysian time), I wouldn’t have internet connection. Hahaha.

And I’ll be gone for 4 days starting Saturday; going back to my mother’s hometown during the Chinese New Year break.

To all my Chinese friends, Happy Chinese New Year!!!

Man, 3 new years in about a month. How cool is that? Last new moon, Muslim new year… This coming one… Chinese new year…

I don’t even know if the moon is even old yet.

Toodles!!

AND GODDAMN IT!! I WANNA GO LONDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Never did I thought that I would want to go to London this badly!! Arrrggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

No idea what should it be…

I am currently staring at the drafts I left hanging without finishing it (I should actually be staring at my CV, which I closed just now due to having to restart my laptop, and search for a job) and wondering if I should finish it… Or should I just start from scratch???

Hmmmm… dum dee dum.

I really don’t know.

And I am too lazy to go downstairs to get my copy of Thanks for the Memories. I don’t feel like starting a new book, but my brain absolutely refuse to let me finish Eclipse. The annoying thing is that I have less than 200 pages to go.

It just blanks out!!

Who says the conscious mind is stronger than the unconscious hasn’t dealt with my brains!!

To which, I think, they would be eternally grateful for.

But I just don’t feel like starting a new book…

Sigh.

Maybe I should just try to figure out how to convince my mother to let me buy Dante’s Divine Comedy and Bulfinch’s Mythology this month while I could use the Kinokuniya postcard that Joshua sent me. It would save me almost RM50!!!!

I think she must be really annoyed. I promised her that once Obama officially becomes the President of the US, I would buy Malaysian books instead.

But these are classics!!!! And to save so much!!!!!!!

Arrrggggghhhhhh!!!

I sooooo should find a job. Sigh. Anyone have any idea what should I do?

Not journalism, please!! Too many deadlines for my taste; or at the very least, my current state of mind!!

Knife

My mother has always dreamt of owning a set of Zwilling knives when her roommate while doing her PhD (she did it in Vanderbilt) got a set on sale.

However, never did she see the price that could satisfy her (or in her words, where the marginal utility is positive).

When I got back for my final year of my LLB, I discovered that I lost my knife; the must-have 9-inch knife.

I asked my mother, should I get a lousy knife and throw it away when I graduate or get a good knife and bring it back?

She thought back about her dream and asked me where could we get it.

The first thought was amazon.co.uk. I love that website!! I miss it dearly… Sniff sniff.

We did ended up getting it on amazon. Hahaha.

I did cut myself on the second week of using them. Hahaha.

However, it was a very small cut. It was more like a papercut than a cut per se.

Today, on the other hand… I made a cut, big time.

Oh, I don’t need sutures… but it is on the bad side…

I made quite a big mess in the kitchen with my blood…

I was cutting onions when I cut myself. Of all the things I was chopping. It was soooo… urgh!! Sting like hell!!

My fault, to be honest. I was soooooo into reading Cecelia Ahern’s Thanks for the Memories (which, ironically, revolves around a blood transfusion) that I didn’t really looked at my hands chopping the onion with a ridiculously sharp knife.

Trust me to do such thing…

God… I hope my family wouldn’t turn into some Raja Bersiung because of it. Though I did try to clean it up as much as possible.

However, when you have thin blood…

Goodness!! It was like my blood absolutely refused to clot!! It soaked the tissue I used for a makeshift gauze.

As usual, I was thinking whether I would need a blood transfusion.

Really… Every time I bleed badly, I think about blood transfusion. I hardly say it out loud nowadays, after being shushed so often for saying that when I have my period when I was younger. Hahaha.

My cramps gets so bad, I usually go and see my doctor to ask for MC. And I would tell him “I think I need a transfusion”.

After about a year of that, he finally lost it and gave me a rather long lecture on how blood clots.

I was 12 or 13 at that time.

And to be honest, I’ve forgotten how it works. Hahaha.

Still, it didn’t help. I still think about it; just in my mind.

My mother was so horrible… she said maybe I became diabetic… The type with high glucose in my blood. She keep saying I eat too many sweet things. Hrmph. Proof that my blood is no longer sweet is the fact that mosquitoes avoid me.

Got me insulted at one point.

And when they started biting me again, I wish they stopped. Hahaha.

I know… quite dumb, but that’s me. Not exactly the brightest bulb.

So now… My mother thinks I shouldn’t use the knives.

Whaaaattttt???

I’m 22 already!!!!!

Sigh.

Oh, by the way, I think my leprechaun plushie can move… The last time I saw it was last week in my room… and just now I found it under the bed in the room I am currently sleeping in; the room my cousin is using.

Scary!!

PS: I soooooooo so so so so so so so want to board the first plane to London, pronto!! I wanna go baaaaaaaccckkkk!!!!!

Romeo & Juliet

I love country music.

I really do.

Which is why I absolutely love Taylor Swift.

I feel like I haven’t listened to anything else but her songs.

Haha.

I finally got her Fearless album.

Ahh… finally!!

So no surprise that I am absolutely addicted to one of her songs; Love Story.

Well, it is my current obsession anyway. I am soooo unloyal. I have no loyalty; seriously.

Like, how I was going on and on and on and on about the Twilight OST?

I don’t listen to it anymore!! Hahaha.

Anyway, the characters in the song are Romeo and Juliet.

I am just curious how it inspired her song.

It’s just so bloody sweet!!

Of course, the song has a happy ending while the play doesn’t.

Still, me, a Shakespeare hater, reading… Shakespeare?

World gonna end, probably.

Hahaha.

Nightmare

Oh gosh…

I’ve been getting nightmares since my visit to my dentist/surgeon.

I keep dreaming that my extra fangs would come out at the weirdest times, immediately, without my realizing it. And when it does, my other teeth would start falling out…

And somehow I bleed to death.

OMG it’s like the worst way for me to go!! To me anyway!!

The person who, in the end, my doctors think should sign a consent form for fear of me suing them due to my possessive feelings towards my blood (I might elaborate in another post) when they need to take just a vial of my blood to check whether it is not too thin due to my medication.

Yeah, too thin. Probably the reason why mosquitoes hardly ever bite me anymore. Not nice. From the thick sweet blood to the boring diluted crap that is flowing in my veins.

You would think that would make my veins less blue… But nooooo! It is still obvious as ever.

Never have I thought the day would come that I think I should be more tan instead of pale.

Weird that the British are able to influence me more when I am back in Malaysia than when I was in England.

And like Amni said, I don’t actually have British blood to blame it on!!

Man… to die with no teeth and by bleeding… OMG that sucks.

God!!

And would you believe it, when I went to see my surgeon, she was like “what happened to you? You’re too dark to be a vampire anymore!!”

Cis…

I know I have extra fangs… but seriously?

For once, I was grateful I got darker the past few weeks.

Skirts

I miss England.

Her climate, especially. The cold weather.

Which allows me to wear the shortest skirts with my patterned tights.

Of course it’ll be tights. Never ever will it be leggings. Because when I wear one of my short skirts, I do want to wear short skirts. No false modesty.

Square-, diamond-, lace-patterned… whatever. Even the opaque ones.

I look at my denim skirt, which, now I realize, is shorter than my turquoise coat. I do know that it was shorter than my black one; that’s only 3 inches above my knees.

Now, I wonder what possessed me to wear it.

Oh, the reason I don’t do it here?

Okay fine, my legs aren’t the best pair. My thighs are the reason why I wonder what possessed me to buy this pair of skirt.

Still, the main reason why I don’t really wear short skirts here is because of my skin. Hate it!!

Okay, maybe I should blame my carelessness instead.

I have waayyyy too many scars; it’s embarrassing.

Still… I feel like wearing them here. Damn!!

Since when did I prefer wearing skirts over jeans?

And short ones at that!!

Hah!! Of course I don’t have problems with long skirts!! What the hell…

A proper return?

Hopefully!!

I feel like the heavy weight on my shoulders have been lifted, somehow, somewhat… And I am going to dive right into what I started this blog for; to practice my writing.

Goodness, I am ridiculously embarrassed to admit this, but I haven’t read a book since… New Moon.

And that’s been like, almost a month!!

I remember reading it duringt Eid-ul Adha!! And that’s soooo long ago!!

It’s been taking me so long to start reading a book.

Just start!!

Somehow, I gave up reading the Economic Naturalist, the Catcher in the Rye, Paolo Coelho’s the Witch of Portobello… I lost track how many else.

I do emphasize it is books that I’m having problems with. I seem to be reading so many blogs. Heck, I’ve been dropping by Perez Hilton’s site on record frequency in such short period of time. And oh no the didn’t… and God knows what else.

Me, reading gossip. See, how much I need shallow books. The books that I seem to start reading are somehow, deep.

I’m afraid to read Cecelia Ahern’s masterpieces because I’m afraid I might want her main male character soooooo much.

Oh, I have been reading a book though; which is a colletion of classic stories for children. Have I mentioned I want to try write my story on Wall? The village that Tristram Thorn of Stardust by Neil Gaiman was from? In the book, he included the first chapter that he planed to use for the book. I don’t know… I thought that it might be interesting to try have a go at it. Though since I am having problems on getting a book with a compilation of Mother Goose nursery rhymes… So, I thought, why not broaden my horizon? Not just depend manipulate rhymes? Use classic children stories as well? Who knows? It is, after all, my own personal project.

There’s soooo many posts in my draft. My silly Christmas, where my cousin suddenly declared that I looked younger than my 17 year old niece. Just turned 22 and looked younger than a 17 year old? Clearly, 2008 was a year for 1986 babies to look 17, huh? Seriouly, not just the famous ones; the “unknown” ones even more so, alright. Which is why I don’t consider myself an adult. Hahaha.

And my predictions!! It was true!! Now delayed, so I am going to combined with something related; not going to use that draft.

However, now I suddenly feel… sleepy. Hmph. Silly dilly tilly.

Oh, by the way, I love Duffy!!!!!

I think I am going to start “Thanks for the Memories” by Ahern…

Dum dee dum. I love that woman!!!!

Authors

Both Amni and I agreed… though I came up with the reasoning… as to why Cecelia Ahern’s a better author than Stephenie Meyer.

Faliq, skip this; it’s annoying and lame, to you anyway.

I just find it so entertaining that I just HAVE to post it.

And it will be contradict my last post here, but I don’t care. Hahaha.

Because….

Ms Ahern’s first novel’s male main character, when the book was turned into a movie… Gerry was played by a Scottish while Mrs Meyer’s main character was played by a[n] public school Londoner English… boy (coz I still refuse to consider myself an adult; so it is affecting everyone who was lucky enough to be born in 1986. Sorry, 1987 babies, I consider you adults. I know, I’m nuts. Big deal).

Ahh… The Scots would always win my heart.

Nyeh nyeh nyeh.

Well, maybe if I was in another university doing another course… I might dislike public school kids less *ignores that some of her British friends that she do keep in touch with are from public school. London too, no less. Hahaha * and find the Scottish less fascinating.

However, I didn’t, so… that’s why.

Hahahahahahaha.

Of course, a very very dear friend (haha not you Faliq; since I didn’t wanna tell you this for the fear of you yelling till my head flies away and I turn like those hantu jepun, without the samurai sword, though…) did pointed out to me, “would you prefer to a lousier school doing some Disney-type degree?”

Errr…. alright then!!

Still; I like Cecelia Ahern more!! Hahaha.

Really really am grateful for Bertie Ahern to step down from being the Tai… tao…. Okay I give up; I forgot. I remembered, for just a while… the Irish word for Prime Minister.

Looks like it’s turning to some Indian… dish.

So sad.

Still, yahh!!

Nyahaha!!

Do I hate…

London that much?

“That” being hating a movie because one of the main actor is a Londoner.

Heck, maybe even the whole bloody cast, he’s the only one.

Just one.

Oh no, the movie has nothing to do with London. In fact, it is not even located in London, or any capital of any country for that matter. Located in a small town; probably the only similarity is that it is rainy.

It is rainy in London, right?

Shit, I can’t remember. I just know that it is less windy that the Midlands… and dustier… And noisier… And a lot of other worser things. Hahaha.

Still, I mean, regardless of how much I complain that I hate London, I usually just say that I hate living there.

I do remember saying that I don’t mind visiting it, but not living in it. Every time I’m there, after the first day I’ll keep bugging my friends how I want to go back to the Midlands. Hahaha. Those in and outside London. Heck, even those outside of the UK, even. Hahaha.

I suppose I just don’t like the rude Londoners. I understand that their time has a higher opportunity cost than being polite and all, but that doesn’t mean that you have to be bloody rude!!

And since I get that more than enough at home… I don’t think I am willing to get bothered by such people when I don’t have to, i.e. when I am studying in another country.

I have been pondering about it.

I mean, I don’t complain over my “hatred” over London to those that have not been to London, or those who study in big cities… And those in London… Well, I usually tell them to annoy them. Hahaha.

It was really out of the blue. I finally met up with one of my schoolmates, and, suddenly, she said “I know why you don’t like the movie Twilight. It’s not because of the story.”

Intrigued, I asked her to continue. Not because of the story, huh? Is it because of the leggings Bella wore to prom? Because I think Edward should have killed her for that. I really do (Let me just clarify that I definitely hate leggings more than I do London). Kill her; not turn her into a vampire. Great great emphasis on the fact that he should drain her blood. Or just kill by breaking her neck… I don’t know. The crueler the better. Maybe hitting her with a chapati pan…

Okay, before I start opening my Smith & Hogan…

Maybe she figured that I really can’t accept the actress who played Rosalie… Someone else please!! A natural blond who actually looks good being pale!! Leighton Meester would be great, though I hope she wouldn’t act with these bunch of people who actually like leggings. Urgh. Utterly unacceptable!! And maybe another cast of Gossip Girl… which I will stop for the fear that you people might be able to use it against me…

However, that wasn’t the case…

She looked at me straight in the eye, with a serious face, and said “because Robert Pattinson’s a Londoner, and you hate London and Londoners.”

I almost spewed out my drink all over her.

“Seriously?”

“Yes; very very seriously.”

Wow. Really?

I can’t believe it. She said she came to the conclussion due to how I complained about that rude Londoner couple who stared at me at King’s Cross St Pancras tube station when I was dragging my big luggage when I was getting to London Heathrow…

Wait wait!!

So I am blaming some “random” dude who was never was even in the same tube station as I was (okay there’s possibility but for argument’s sake, lets assume he would always be in some posh London area when I am in London. Okay fine, Faliq… Kensington could be considered posh… I guess… Blablabla. For argument’s sake, alright?) because I hate a couple  of idiotic people who made themselves look even more like an idiot due to missing their step coz of their obsessive staring at me to make me feel guilty that I “blocked” their way with my big ass luggage while I was trying to get my ass to Heathrow?

Seriously?

Man, I know I can be ridiculous, but that ridiculous?

Don’t answer that question; it’s rhetorical.

And to hate a movie that just has one Londoner in it? And not because of the sucky (pun definitely not intended, just in case. I don’t think I can be that lame) script???

C’mon!! I watch Harry Potter 2, with the car flying scene, over and over, because I miss St Pancras; my train station in London.

If I hate London so much, wouldn’t I not want to be reminded of it?

And I do remember being excited when I was about to leave for the train station to get to London!!

And I kept my Oyster card!! Believing that I will go to London again!! I could have gotten back my money at Heathrow alright!!!

Damn, it is really really bothering me.

It’s like tempting me to prove her wrong. Making me want to actually live in London for about, I don’t know. A year? Do my LLM in UCL or something.

Or maybe spend the whole 6 months that the British Government allow me to stay in England in London, selling, I don’t know, sandwiches at King’s Cross St Pancras, hoping to see that couple and deliberately trip them.

Yeah, and cry all the time and regretting my decision, I’m sure. Even if the satisfaction of tripping those two deliberately would be great. Though to be honest, I can’t remember what they looked like. Definitely the typical black coats… Regardless of the fact that I went back in summer. Hahaha.

But really!!!!!!!!

Waaahhhhh!!!!!

I wanted to give the title “the best reason given as to why I don’t like Twilight”, but I think it is really not the best reason. More like, the most insulting reason.

Damn you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wish you would turn into a langsuir. Wishing you turn into a pontianak would be too nice, since they smell nice and could look pretty. Oh, actually… penanggalan would be more fitting. Just the head and the organs floating about…

Hrmph!!

Edit:

Oh oh oh!!!! Here’s proof I don’t dislike all Londoners after all!!

Ahem… Just found out. I did suspect he’s British… but I suppose I lived in denial and refused to recognize it, I guess? Ah well…

Dominic Cooper, the guy who played Sky in Mamma Mia?

Definitely, definitely Sky over Edward…

Amni, I guess I could go younger than James Marsden (who is, by the way, my “favorite” Edward. So adorable!!! “I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s” *gets hit by cyclists* hehehe). Hahaha. Just… I guess, need to be thirty? Hahaha

And can be Londoner!!!!!!

Just need to be in the water quite a lot in a movie?

And not remind me one of my tutors would be great…

Totally blogable

When I logged into my Dashboard today… I looked over at my stats.

I don’t really look at the numbers. I just wonder if I an interesting shaped graph. Hahaha.

Whether the x-axis starts with 20 or 2… I don’t really care.

I prefer if it was more volatile… Going up and down like those heart beat recording machine. Hehehe.

And I also find it amusing to see what people typed on search engines to be able to find me.

Today, amongst them was “is there any sheep in malaysia or just kambing”.

Hahahahahaha.

I couldn’t stop laughing. Seriously? Haha. Pity that I do not know.

Still, I practically told everyone that I was in contact with so far… And used it as my facebook status.

Now, I just have to tell the whole world. In case they look at this post.

God, I actually fell off my bed laughing.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahah

Beautiful sight

The most amazing and beautiful sight that I’ve seen while I was in Britain wasn’t the scenary of the British countryside.

Admittedly they’re beautiful.

However, what tugged my heart the most is when I am walking around London or some big city (haha how few are those that I’ve been ), and it is almost time for prayers… And while walking… I see someone standing at the most secluded corner possible around that area, performing the salat (I refuse to use the spelling that wikpedia used since it means wrong in Malay and prayers of any religion are never wrong).

Actually, I even saw that when I was in Paris and Italy.

Really amazing. It’s like, without fail, on the dot, when the start of the period for that particular prayers, the said Muslim is so dedicated that, regardless where they are, they would perform the salat.

It’s amazing and it is something that I doubt that I would ever do. Still, I suppose since I’m female and it is usually the men that I see doing it since they could pray in practically anything they wear. Okay fine, I’ve seen females; those that wear hijabs.

Just, amazing. Their dedication to God.

What could be more amazing that selflessness to something that you’ve never seen, only believe in because you have faith?

Of course, I am not just saying only Muslims are the only one that’s forward with showing their faith. But I suppose since ours is the most obvious when we’re praying…

C’mon… You don’t actually see some priest performing an exorcism in the middle of some road in a big city, right?

Had a strong urge to blog even though a tad busy after seeing pictures of my friends who attended the Palestenian demonstration in London.

Sigh. Greed is really a human emotion.

I am horrified as to what the Israelis are doing. Somehow like they’re punishing everyone for what happened with the Nazis. I don’t know. My world history is crap. I only started actually hating Israel for the very shallow reason that they make my life as a Public International Law student crap because they seem to be the exception for a lot of rules.

And it got me thinking, people might not be above the law, but the economy sure is. Money does make the world go round… building it, making it better…

And not forgetting, destroying it.

Why can’t we concentrate on our similarities instead of our differences?