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| PCLL application was rejected for the last time. The chances of me applying again next year is infinitely close to zero. I am now in the midst of a decision making process as to what to do next. For the meanwhile, my job here at this law firm will continue. I have an idea as to what I want to do next, but I will have to consider the possibility and opportunity costs my decisions will make.
I must limit myself to make this decision within a month.
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| Some people have been asking about my admission into PCLL this year, which is my 4th (f*cking) year of trying to get into the d*mned programme. Apparently they (HKU) have released the first two rounds of successful/unsuccessful PCLL applications. My ID is neither here nor there, which means, more waiting.
This will indeed be my last year of applying to the programme as next year they will introduce new entry requirements and I will have to go through unnecessary make-up tests to even have a chance to vie for a position, which, IMO is a friggin waste of my time. So if I screw up again this year, I'll have to start thinking about something else for a career.
Life sucks. Either way.
[Edit]: 3rd round released today, still neither here (successful) nor there (unsuccessful).
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| Time to move on from xanga which kinda sucks to a new blogging platform that will allow me to waste more time at work. I won't migrate any of the posts there and this will be used as an "archive".
Here's the new site:
http://moliu.wordpress.com/
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| I was to make a visit to the police HQ in Wanchai to pick up a batch of photos that were to be used in upcoming court proceedings. An appointment was made at 4:30 and I arrived 1 minute early, I told the guy at the counter my purpose and he seemingly understood and told me to sit and wait. So I took a seat and began staring at the various propaganda poster that was fitted all around the reception room. 30 minutes later another police officer comes and ask me: "Sir, how can I help you?".
WTF. I tell him the exact same lines I told the other officer half an hour ago, and this guy actually goes and picks up a phone and tells me that the guy will "be right down".
The person with my photos turn up 15 minutes later. I knew I should have brought my PSP along.
Well, fortunately I was not without entertainment. Some guy in his 50s or 60s walk into the room (it's the report room as well), stares around the room, and just stood there for 5 minutes before he finally walked up to the reception to talk to an officer. I didn't pay attention to what he was saying but the lady that was dealing with him started to give him a lecture about how the police won't go about replacing his lost bank book and that they can only put it on record and if anyone brings it to the police they will contact him.
"But I want a new one"
"... yes go to the bank and tell them that you lost your old one and they will give you your new one"
"I lost my booklet how can I go to the bank, help me find it"
"... I told you already that we have put it on record, but if nobody brings it to us it is still your responsibility to go to the bank"
"You don't believe what I'm saying"
"... we do, we are saying that we cannot help you replace the book nor can we go out and help you find it now, that is your responsibility"
"I'll just go to another police station then"
"... they'll tell you the same thing, go to the bank"
"You don't believe me?"
"...I've answered your question, you can leave now"
I can tell the lady sitting in front of me was trying not to laugh too hard, but she was giggling halfway through the conversation. I mean, that's one poor old guy that lost his bank book and is feeling unsure of what to do. But then again I doubt anyone could have talked sense into him to actually make him go to the bank where he can cancel his old book and get a new one.
He was probably lucky the person at the counter was nice.
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| Either Murphy's Law is showing it's power, or it's just that human beings tend to be more aware and remember incidents that were not happy.
Every time there is a waiting queue for anything, I always choose the line that takes the longest. Whether it is a fast food restaurant or a bank ATM machine, my four-person queue somehow almost always takes longer than the other four-person queue.
Sometimes it's avoidable. I've already learned to avoid queues at Mac's that have foreigners or people holding suspicious pieces of paper, and always choose queues with as many children and females as possible (yes I'm a biased, discriminating, stereotyping bastard, but whatever gets me my food faster). But why is it always that the person in front of me is the one that is ordering $80 worth of food at Macs? And why does the guy in front of me at the ATM has to be the one to have to go through a dozen account transfers?
I remember during some Japan trip a few years ago we discussed this "Murphy's Law" (Whatever can go wrong, will.). What a pessimist's gospel, but somehow I get reminded of this every time I get caught up in long queues and the guy in front of me is adding a new order every time the cashier tries to ask him for money.
I lack patience, I need to be more optimistic; but MacDonald's queues need to be shorter.
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