okay, here are my recent changes. I am totally off the lucky star thing, changed his status to a lampost, got hooked on this awesome guy called Glenn, and started being awesome like Barney Stinson on How I met your mother. not in the sex way but in socialising and having a job and being funny. 
So I attended this Junior College Law Programme that was held by the Singapore Academy of Law. One word summed it all – LAWesome. Nice word I came up with on the first day of becoming an intern at Rajah and Tann LLP.
My mentor was See Bin, whom I thought at first was just any other lawyer in the whole big firm but turned out, she was almost the most awesome lawyer in there. She had been to cases with the more awesome but still not the most awesome Mr Leong KW and the most awesome Mr Toh. That was really the eye opener for me as I scanned through all their maritime cases online.
My office was most conducive too, it had the most awesome basket of chocolates that was so brimming with chocs and so welcoming to anyone on the 19th floor. Until the day the interns, including me of course, stepped into Rajah and Tann. Haha, the interns so hungry, both for knowledge and experience and for food. Tsk tsk. But we enjoyed ourselves pretty much.
Sky garden was amazing, my friends huiqi and wilson were walking barefoot in the pond at the sky garden, until we noticed the camera located near a pillar nearby. Looking straight at us. Wow. I told my mentor about it the next day and she said, ‘ Wow, I think you guys are really young.’ I agree.
Then something really unexpected happened. You know there was this time that Pristine Yong was so up and about this Dhillon guy? Like back in secondary school or something, I saw intimate comments being posted by him on her wall and she writing back some lovey-dovey notes too. Well turns out this Dhillon guy was at JCLP too. Guess what? We met for like a few days, I was enjoying my time with him cos he is really quite a nice guy. I mean every guy there was nice but he was extra nice. Until he asked me about pristine. haha, when he mentioned her I was like, ‘ Oh you are THAT Dhillon.’ haha, it is still funny when I look back and remember the way I said it. Then I started this whole thing of asking him how he felt about her, how they met, how close they are. You know, it’s a girl’s thing to ask about every new person’s past when it actually doesnt matter at all, the present is what matters. I feel it is silly but I still do it. oh no.
Then I started seeing this Dhillon in a different light. It became from really nice guy that I wouldn’t mind liking, to omg pristine’s EX?! and all the hoohaa about who loves who and their 5-day relationship. Sometimes the world works in funny ways. So I ditched the idea of liking Dhillon.
Anyway, during the 5 day course of being an intern at R&T, I was quite free since my mentor figured I couldn’t do anything sustainable in 5 days and that there was no point in telling me to do something because I had no knowledge of Law whatsoever. I would like to believe that she was wrong, I am capable of doing something substantial in even an hour. Come on, it’s ME. some overly-confident-but-still-believing-in-my-qualities-and-abilities me. That’s besides the point. So I was really free on the second day, was just lazing around at my desk, drinking coffee and thinking why wilson got to go with PY to some closing and almost with Joseph to some counselling ship members thing while I didnt. Is it a guy’s thing? Joyce said it was. Oh Joyce is this really nice aunty at the admin side but we’ll come to that later.
So I was lazing around, doing silly stuff like putting chocolate into coffee just because I remembered seeing Rao Chengtian do that in some hongkong serial drama I watched twice over when I was a kid. silly me again. And then I started doing an even sillier thing, I started to type all my feelings and happenings in a notepad document that I called yak king. how nice. NO, how silly. Here’s a snapshot of what I wrote.
3:50 pm – sleepy bcos there is nothing to do. being an intern is not fun. i think mentor doesnt like to be disturbed. well she said she will think of something for me to do. hope she has something for me to do soon. i’m getting bored. joseph behind me is so busy and I am playing handphone games. this is unfair, why does he have things to do and I don’t? oh man. 
people walking past wondering why I have nothing to do and they are so busy. If I leave my desk now they will start complaining about interns slacking i think, since wilson and youxiang are away from desk.
3:55 pm – alright youxiang is back, but wilson is still at some closing with one PY. aiyo why does he have things to do and I don’t?
seeing me typing on the computer gives people the misconception that I am doing work. and this makes them feel better cos at least they wont be jealous seeing me blatantly slacking. whatsmore I am seated at the most dangerous desk – when I am at the computer, the walkway is my blindspot, which also means that if my boss walks in and I am doing rubbish on the computer, he/she can see what I am doing but I cannot see him/her on time to switch away from the rubbish on my computer.
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4:10 pm – okay am back from the washroom and now I have a nice hot cup of 2nd-round coffee with me. I shouldnt have put chocolate in my coffee, tastes funny and leaves stains on the cup. now there is STILL nothing to do. i shall do my GP articles then. I guess it should be considered work right? as a lawyer, it is encouraged to keep abreast of issues that surround me and my community.
4:35 pm – i wanted to clear that little bunch of chocolate at the bottom of my mug so I poured hot water into it. well, it did clear but in the end I had to drink this weird coloured water which was just full of oil from the chocolate and nothing else. I am 30% blonde. LOL. anyway I think ill just stick with water that I brought from home and warm water from the pantry.
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So I was “enjoying myself” typing and pouring out my thoughts when suddenly I noticed that whenever I hit the ‘save’ button, the file was sent to the R&T tracker on my computer that looked through my document to see what I was doing. Wow, now if the man/woman behind that tracker programme could see what I was doing and what I was saying, plus if he/she had a tendency to spread such stuff, I thought to myself, oh no. And apparently they were, cos the next morning, I had a lot of stuff to do.
