So it has been a week since my finals ended. Sorry for not updating this blog any sooner, my deepest apology to the loyal readers and fans of vincephilosophy.com. All three of you (I am one of the readers, so strictly speaking, there’s only like two of y’all).
But hey, here I am! Ready to get back into the whole blogging scene and start flaunting my flair in composing painfully long sentences and paragraphs, comprising of countless redundant, insignificant words and terminologies in hopes that it will confuse the shit out of you when you make an attempt to read it. Gosh, I love you guys.
Before my exams, Priscilla asked me why did I chose to read law. And since she’s gonna be a law undergraduate as well, kudos and welcome to the
hell of eternal torture where failure will lead to a disgrace to yourself, your family and your pet hamster world that promises an exciting undergraduate journey and bright future.
Now, how about I start off by talking a little bit about this examination that I just sat for some not too long ago. Some call it a conspiracy between the demons and university lecturers to torment young minds and violently rob them of their sanity, but I’ll just stick to calling it ‘exams’.
Laws examinations eh. It’s either you like it or you don’t. Quite frankly and surprisingly, I liked it. Granted that it’s a hellhole where you have shitload of information to memorise and regurgitate during the exams. You have no idea how much pain you’re subjected to during the course of revision (which in my case, commenced only a month before my first paper). The numbers of judgments and citations to be remembered is simply absurd. And to understand and subsequently remember these principles of law within a span of one month time, it’s like whips striking your bare skin over and over again. But then despite this metaphorical infliction of pain, I apparently enjoyed the process.
In all seriousness, I do hold a passionate enthusiasm in legal studies. I don’t know why, part me wants to be a stand-up comedian but another part of me wants to be a lawyer. I know it is virtually possible to do and excel in both fields at the same time, I mean, some lawyers are jokes themselves. Tan Keng Liang, for instance. Read his tweets and be prepared to overwhelm yourself with laughter through his ignorance that was provided so readily.
Anyway, back to the essence of this post. For the first time ever, the story of why I’ve decided to pursue a degree in law shall be told.
Reading law has been something of an ambition since high school. Okay, it was not exactly an ambition like I die die wanna be a lawyer since day one that kind of crap, but it was actually sparked from a slightly hilarious conversation I had with a couple of tuition friends. Yeah, remember that small-scaled class your parents paid so that you can go to at night and make new friends who were mostly of the opposite gender? Oh ya, and you’re suppose to do this thing called ‘learning’ at the same time as well lah.
Yeaaaahhh, I know this isn’t how a tuition centre for high-school kids looked like. But it’s close enough lah, with the ridiculously childish attitude some of us proudly whipped around back then. So the conversation.
“Oh, I’m gonna do medicine after Form 5.”
“Izzit? My parents want me to go USA do engineering wei.”
“Cool, I want to do biochemicalphysics computing science in peanut butter studies when I complete Form 5.” (Not too sure if that was what he said exactly, but I remember it was something fancy and canggih lah, I was only a Form 2 kiddo after all)
“Waaaa so cool.”
“So Vincent, whatchiu gonna do after Form 5?”
At this point of time, my attention was actually paid to this bunch of giggly girls’ two rows away from where I was sitting. They were just giggling loudly and poking each other for no apparent reason. AND I WAS ACTUALLY ATTRACTED TO THAT SHIT.
“Ah what? What me?”
“No we asking you whatchiu gonna do after you graduate from secondary school?”
My eyes were still focused on the group of missies who by now are exchanging tickles with each other. Still giggling like an orgy of squirrels that are mating.
“Err, I guess anything I like I’ll do lor.”
GIGGLING GIRLS. ME. TOTALLY NOT FOCUSING ON THE CONVERSATION.
“Oh cool you’re gonna do law!”
“Big time lawyer lah next time, make big money drive big car marry big woman.”
“Ya, if somebody sues me I come find you ah next time ah ha ha ha.”
Realising that my excellent command of the English language at that point of time had earned me a reputation as the potential courtroom warrior, I sorta swayed along with it and went with the flow. Despite being a Form 2 young blood back then, my ego was as big as the blob of hair our current Prime Minister’s wife sports.
“Oh, er ha ha, yeah, I’m gonna study law. Har har.”
And that ladies and gentlemen, is the story of why I decided to pursue an education in legal studies. But of course, I’m not that shallow lah okay. This was only one of the reasons I’ve decided to read law. There was another factor that contributed significantly to my decision.