O happy month of April.


Due to end-of-academic-year obligations, I have not written much. But this post is up so that I can cherish everything that has taken place during the month of April. Also due to end-of-academic-year obligations, I will not be writing much.

Twenty, wooooooo

Firstly, it feels weird. Secondly, the balloon is in my favourite colour. Thirdly, I got the balloon after my outing with my aunt and uncle in the Hatfield Galleria the week before my birthday. But as I’ve written in my previous post, it feels weird.


Outings with Marta, Sophia and the friends from the chaplaincy.

Vanilla ice-cream! ^_^

Marta and Sophia.

Joining Marta this time are Phil and Glenn.


Another meal in Marta’s place. All of us contributed something. For my part, I brought four chicken breasteaks…


Kirby plushie!

POYO! (>^_^)>

This plushie was given to me by my (LLB Year 2) coursemates Kevin and Clara, after they discovered that I find Kirby quite adorable, and that I mimic the trademark “Poyo!” quite well… I received the Kirby plushie the day after my birthday, when I made my way with another friend, Shelby, to Marta’s place for dinner. Kevin met me and gave me the plushie… D’awwwww. It’s adorable! *shiny eyes*


The last few lessons in St Albans

It used to be the case where, when people finished a year in the St Albans Law School, they could always return to it and relive the days where they walked in the hallways… if they were coming back to study for another year. This time, it’s different. The St Albans Law School premises are going to be sold, and the law school is moving to De Havilland Campus in September. So we aren’t really saying goodbye to the people in St Albans (especially those who are based in St Albans); we are bidding them adieu.

I really do feel sad. I was told there isn’t a single lecture hall in the De Havilland Law Court Building, several weeks ago. Today, another story comes — there seems to be one, albeit smaller than the one in St Albans. Regardless, St Albans Law School, you will be sorely missed by students and staff alike. I will not be surprised if, once we’ve moved to De Hav, I begin to hear complaints that things are not the way they should be.


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