poetry

I wrote a poem for law and lit. I'm really happy with it, though at times I doubt it and it's simplicity. it just makes me happy.

so going to Lincoln's Inn for dinner was an interesting experience. the problem with it was that it burned my day away. getting to london, and being at the Inn by 1600. sitting through talks that were mostly good and then having dinner with a free flow of red or white wine and a small glass of port at the end. I'm so full from it. I met some other law students from other universities. well mostly one from Cardiff, the rest seated about me were coincidentally from Warwick as well. I have to say that the first speaker mumbled so much away from the mic that he was virtually inaudible, making his speech completely pointless and frustrating. It slowly drained the will to become a barrister out of me. thankfully the subsequent speakers had more interesting contributions to make.

I'm not sure whether I should undertake the bar. Is it meant for me? will I be left to my verbose devices in an office with paper walls and filled with ink? Will I emerge momentarily to perform in a flourish before shrinking back into my dusty space lined with books? I'm sure that's doesn't encapsulate barristers at all, I just think maybe I am encouraged to be more hermit like and academic when I think about it.

They say you have to have the passion for it. The kind of passion that makes you go back to the office after having a pint at the pub because you want to get just a few more points down. The kind of passion that leads you to stay till 2 in the morning after all. The kind of passion that gets you up in the morning, or in the middle of the night just to write. I'll need to undertake some mini pupillages before I can decide I guess.

photos

I thought that I'd try to find a photo like the ones on the save the children website for my fundraising page, and I found a few really sad ones that depicted abject poverty in it's rawest form. but when it came to the point where I had to upload it to the facebook page, I just couldn't. It was so sad and part of me felt like putting it up on my fundraising page would be exploiting the tragic condition exposed in the photo. it would've been to get more money by pulling at the heart strings of potential donors. yeah, didn't feel right, so I didn't.

the more I read about it, and the more I see though, it makes me feel so awful and I really want to do something to help these poor children. I mean I am doing something now, but I mean more than just raising money.

I was reading some of the news reports and one of the older ones about the gaza conflict last year [or was it earlier?] talked about how this lady gave birth during the conflict, and all the supplies that she could get for her baby came from save the children.

they're quite amazing like that I think.

kilimanjaro

I was just thinking.

remember how I said I would? well I'm doing it.

feeling kind of fat right now though. need to go to the gymn tomorrow. we had pizza on tuesday night and I almost ate a whole extra large papa johns pizza to myself. I had to miss spinning today because of the taichi demo. then this evening jessie and I bought loads of steak and ate a lot of it with roasted potatoes and peppers with yorkshire puddings in gravy. tasty, but very filling. oh and I almost ate a whole box of grapes. wow, that's terrible, I have to cut this obscene eating habit.

I'm going to try and sneak into the gymn tomorrow with jessie. Else I'll go for spinning in the evening and be late for taichi.

I need to schedule more vaccinations with the health centre. I need to get a booster for tetanus. I need to get vaccinated against hep A as well, and yellow fever I think. what else... need malaria pills closer to the date.

Law and literature's creative piece is going a little slowly. it's starting to evolve into a war genre piece with Undertones of Law [HAHA]. Timoria, Oh Timoria.