New Record!

I have period PAIN.

And it hurts like a mother.

It feels like my uterus is so heavy and just wants to drop out. I quite feel like I wouldn’t mind having it outside for a while – at least I won’t feel so bloated and at the same time, I could just get rid of all that vascular lining that is just itching to be disposed of.

I hate it when Aunt Flo springs up on me so unexpected. It was somewhat expected but not to this extent. Hit me right in the middle of advocacy preparations. My opponent tomorrow better watch out.

I’ve been eating well lately. Maybe too well. Actually it’s been alternative – good and bad. Pizza and noodles. No lunch but big dinner. Or visa versa.

47 days. I think that’s a new record, even for me. It must be the combination of 1 week of practice assessments and then placements. Stress does not agree with my female anatomy.

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Had a good gossip session just now after dinner with Su-Ann and Cassandra. It was fun at the time but thinking back on it, it kinda feels a little evil. And I feel a little guilty. I’ve really got no beef with any of the people we were talking about. Nice to actually talk to someone about something other than law tho.

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I may be in for the best Christmas present ever! But it’s dependant on:

1. the parents giving the go-ahead
2. getting my passport back before January!

Fingers and toes crossed! If you have any spare prayers, I could sure use some now. Thank you!

Updating like a fool

Yeah, so I've been busy. I know. I know! Rubbish excuse! But that does mean that there's nothing really too magical about my life so far.

1.Placement week

Another week marshalling with a judge gone by. This time it was a Crown Court Judge so it was all criminal stuff. Saw mostly sentences and Prelims and PCMHs. If you don't know what those are, don't bother finding out, it's all mostly criminal procedure stuff the court has to deal with before and after trials. Think the beginning and end of Law & Order but the UK version.

They call it Marshalling, not following or shadowing. It's denotes a certain amount of respect. Plus it sounds less stalker-like.

The Judge I was placed with was really nice. He'd talk to us every day, in the morning and after the court was done for the day. He's one of those Judges that you really don't want to mess with and you have to be prepared to answer his questions. He's not scary, just a little fierce I guess. He starts off liek a tiger, but once you've answered him and done the dance, he's a pussycat.

2. Wet shoes :(

Thursday it poured down with rain. On the very day I thought I'd stop at Queen Street Station on the way back from Newport (from placement) and buy myself some shoes from Blue Banana. I love that shop btw.

I was wearing my black wedge heels with the bow on the front. I've had them since Law Year 1 so I quite like them. They are stable and cute. The only really problem is they squish my toes in front. But all shoes do that to me cos I have wide feet. Anyway, back to the rain.

Oh and by the way, did I mention that I left my umbrella in the train? I bought another one for a pound but still - I had to walk all the way down Queen Street with only a folder for protection! Luckily I was dressed for winter...

Back to the shoes. I bought my Blue Banana shoes and was walking home and got to about Coburn Street when it began chucking down monsoon-sized drops of rain. Like the sky had unzipped and just dumped tropical rain down on Cardiff. No fun walking thru that in cloth shoes, even if they were heels. Coburn's a residential street so every 2 or 3 metres there was a drainage pipe that drained the water from the roofs of the houses. It was like squish squish squish SPLASH squish squish squish SPLASH (The squishs meaning normal wet shoe steps, and the SPLASHes meaning big puddle steps). After a while I couldn't care less about how let my shoes or feet were. I was soaked thru up to my knees. Thank God only up to my knees.

I got home. It was a tender squish squish squish to the living room where I gingerly removed my drenched shoes and tights. I think they are still wet today.

An interesting, out of the blue experience. I'm none the worse for wear but I'm not taking the weather for granted any more, that's for sure.

3. Ebay!

I've been going on an Ebay binge lately. I haven't bought too much, but I did buy myself a heater and a pair of denim shorts. Hopefully these aren't the hotpants kind. I already have a pair of those :D

4. Practice Assessments!

Oh yeah, the week before placement week was Practice Assessment week!

Monday - Negotiation

Tuesday - Hand in Skeleton Argument

Wednesday - Advocacy

Thursday - PLR

Friday - Opinion Writing

All spells STRESS! But glad it's over :) Now proper Assessments coming up in December!

5. Period

Or rather lack thereof. It's been a stressful couple of weeks what with Practice Assessments and all. Well, mainly Practice Assessments, placement week is a breeze :) I'm not too concerned, it's been late before. I've just got the added bonus of knowing that I'm definitely not pregnant. That helps :D

*The Boy

Nothing much to update on save that there's more MSN, which I liiiiike. He's gone off FM10 for a bit after QPR bit the dust, so to speak. Apparently, he got bought by Manchester United *smirk* so he's managing them now *grins*. Good luck! hehe

I think he's getting a bit bored in France - clubs ain't all that and the classes are mornings mostly so he's got a lot of free time. So it's mainly football, FM, hanging out with friends. There's still no Skype which is shit but oh well. There was facebook for a while but that got taken off too.

*Winter Hols

I'm not going anywhere. I mean really. I'm staying in Cardiff. This is so depressing. Most people, housemates included, are going home to Malaysia. Not that I really want to go back, but at least go somewhere. Preferably France again to see The Boy but that's out of the question as far as Parentals and money is concerned. I hate to harp on about it but that's really the only barrier to me going off during hols. It's a stupid reason and so easily cured. But I don't have the time to work now, I obviously can't work and then go. It'll be too late. So I'm resigned to a Christmas in Cardiff - with no one.

I may go to London but I shall see. Hlbh is heading to London, January I think so I may do Christmas with Lea if she's still around. She's another of the fly-home-at-Christmas types.

*I'm not resentful of the fly-home people. I just don't like the 12-13 hour flight so I don't really understand it.