That Trip to Norway

This post is uncategorized because it is not about the trip; it’s about the blog.

As much as I was gushing over wordpress to Tasha, I was just fooling around using my turtle’s account (I didn’t want to use my identity for some reason)… Don’t ask me the link of that blog; I’ve abandoned it. It was just to fool around. I was curious why wordpress was so popular and so many people were gushing over it. I suppose I joined them once I found out how good it was Even though I quit blogging in my first year. Don’t even ask me why. Not a great topic. Hated the reason why, but then I was also at fault.

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So Hana… I screwed up a bit with the moderation of your comment. Sorry if I sent crappy emails about it. I got notification about it in my email. Bleh. I love the template too. Hahaha. So comel kan? Why don’t you try the recipe? I got no blender la. Maybe we can do it when I’m down in London. Hehe.

I would also like to warn you people not trust my blog’s stats. I think I inflate it on my own. For the life of me, now, I’ve no idea why I wanted to put a blog stat anyway. I keep opening and refreshing the page to see what was the last picture I posted. My memory is horrible now and “editing” the last post was more troublesome that pressing the F5 button on my keyboard. Haha.

Oh, and the italics when I type in Malay… It’s because I’ll be blogging primarily in English. And studying law, my tutors tell me that I should italize (when typing) or underline (when writing) some other language; most likely, Latin. It’s to show to the non-Malay speakers that I’m writing in another language. Maybe I should include translations as well… However, it’s only when I’m addressing someone that I know speaks Malay that I use Malay. Hmmmm…. Anyway, when I’m going to emphasize things, I’ll bold the words.

And since I realize that possibly a lot of people that I know might be visiting this site… Well… I would like to tell you that I’ve decided to not go to Queen’s Belfast next year; just next year. I still want to do an LLM in Human Rights Law there. Just not next year, regardless what I decide to do. When, I really don’t know… I need to think about it…

So please, Belfast or Northern Ireland would still be there even when I’m not (please don’t curse the Northern Irish any further. They’ve gone through more than enough, me thinks. Maybe because it seems that I keep learning about the bad things that happen there, not the good. Oh well…), Benandonner wouldn’t come back to Northern Ireland to finish the ruining of the Giant’s Causeway just because I’m not there… I mean, seriously!!!!!!!! Just go visit the place without me, ok? And just in case, Nana; no, I did not study Irish Folklore; that was Fatin Hanisah, not Fatin Hanani Salleh. I read the wikipedia article for it; but I remembered Fatin (OK from now on, every time I mention Fatin, it’ll be Fatin Hanisah. Even putting initials doesn’t seem to make any difference. And if Amni can get used to it… And since I don’t really keep in touch with those people who call me Fatin, it shouldn’t be much of a problem!! ) mentioned the myth about the Giant’s Causeway and someone was telling me excitedly that if I go to Belfast, don’t go visit the Giant’s Causeway until (s)he comes. I’ve no idea who is it already, I’m afraid. Whoever you are that said that to me, I’m sorry I won’t be there to see it with you.

I’m sorry, Beda, that it wouldn’t be as fun visiting Northern Ireland without me And I would definitely miss your awesome place!!!!!!

Fatin, this just shows that Amni’s theory that the Irish have a quota on having only 2 Fatins on Ireland is crap since I’m the one deciding for myself and I definitely do not have even a drop of Irish blood in me; just an Irish stuffed turtle which was made in China and bought in Malaysia and plenty of Irish stuffed sheep (ok maybe not that many… Two, is it? I feel like coming to Dublin again now before I go back to Malaysia. Damn.).

Amni, I’m sorry I wouldn’t be cursing Northern Irish weather with you. Well, with you while you complain about Durham weather anyway. Haha. Now, assuming if I stay put in Malaysia, I will be making you jealous of the air-conditioning and the hot sunny weather I will be having. And the food!!! Hahaha. Kejam gila punya kawan. Nyek nyek.

Faliq, regardless which continent I’m in, you know that I would still be your friend. Just sorry that I wouldn’t be in the UK with you. I’ll definitely miss the silly things we do, like our stupid, silly yet serious conversation we just had.

Vic, I suppose that I wouldn’t be spending this Boxing Day in London after all. Good luck with your BVC and the examiners really suck!!!

Dee, you’ll be in between Vic to get to both Yan and I. Haha. Best of luck in the US as well!!

Yan, don’t worry about your options!! You’ll do fine!! I’m sure of it. Being a lawyer suck anyway In my opinion anyway. I’m sure Faliq doesn’t think so. Haha. Still… There’s loads of opportunities!! The new visa scheme for UK!! I’ll tell you in real life. Heck, I don’t even know if you’ll ever read this. Heck, I’ve no idea if anyone will ever read this. Haha.

… And this person and that person blablabla… You know what? This sounds like it’s becoming my personal blog. I refuse to turn this into that!! This is totally gonna be about Norway and pictures!!! Still… Don’t feel bad about me; I am actually feeling bad for deciding, before Belfast decided whether they want me or not, that I won’t be continuing next year, due to the many hopes of my going there.

However, I’m going to ask Belfast if they’re going to accept me anyway and then ask whether they willing to allow me to defer the course for next year. Haha. Oh, I got a 2.2. And I didn’t get a first in ECHR, just so you know, Na. And I failed trust, which I have to decide whether I want to resit or not. I’m letting Belfast decide that too.

Suddenly, I realized that my saying “I’m letting Belfast decide that too” is as if the people living in Belfast, who might not even know what the hell is the law of trust about, decide whether I should resit for trust. Hahaha. Queen’s, I mean.