good bye.

gbye blogger.

those that read this blog will find out somehow my new url.

byeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Restrictions on 1st Amendment

Dear Loyal Blogging Readers/Subscribers of Asian:

I learned what it feels like to not be able to look at blogging websites. It really does suck – stupid communist countries. I thought I wouldn’t post but I’m really bored (note: I’m writing this post on a Word document so I can go publish it once I get to free speech territory – Korea).

Anyways, my vacation has been actually worse than I had imagined. Don’t get me wrong – Thailand was unbelievable: who would’ve thought I would actually dive into a 50 feet waterfall? Phuket/Ko Phi Phi is better than advertised.

The real reason why I’m down – I think I’m slowly learning that I’m not as anti-social and introspective as I had once thought I was. I thought I’d love being alone – to be honest, I was actually lonely the past few days. If it wasn’t for Lucy that I could bother online, I would’ve been in boredom hell. I always tell people – there’s a reason that there’s 250 billion people in this world. It’s so that you don’t have to go through “life” all by yourself. I tell people that, yet I always thought that I’d be better off alone. I always thought that I could run away from my problems – but clearly, I can’t.

All in all, I think this vacation itself was needed for me. I realized that I don’t ever want to be alone. It’s funny because I put up this front of me being this macho douchebag, but I realize that this isn’t true (at least the macho part). I try to front like I’m the most down to earth guy that doesn’t give a shit, but in reality, I actually am probably the most paranoid person known to mankind. I try to act like I don’t care what others think of me as, but I’m the most insecure bastard I know of. All for one question: why the fuck am I so retarded?

My response is this: I’ve been raised like this since I was born. I don’t want to use a scapegoat. I really don’t. But I’ve been embedded throughout my entire life to serve my parents, to serve those that I care about. The idea of me doing what I want over the good of the family never crossed into my mind. If anything, that thought crossed my mind about 1.5 years ago when I vowed to myself that I would never let my parents have a say in who I will marry.

I also realized during this vacation that I’m a needy bastard. I realized that I love the few friends I have. I realized that there are certain things I can’t pack away in my life. I know this sounds really melodramatic, gay, faggoty and retarded – but my last night in Thailand (minus the time chatting with Lucy), I sat on the back porch and just started thinking about what events happened in my short-lived life that has brought me to my exact moment here. Right now.

I’m an adamant believer that everything happens for a reason, and I started looking at the shit that’s happened in the past, and I started dissecting it one by one. And it’s really funny because I could probably justify every shit that has happened to me for the better – even those that I would think was completely dicking me over (See, e.g., Me getting sent to Marines Boot Camp at the tender age of 15).

A few random thoughts:

* Grades came out. Good news is that I’m currently on pace to become a 3L. Bad news – not a single fucking “A” (granted, only 2 grades came out yet) so far to show for more “hard” work I put in this semester.
* Before I left, I spent 14 hours of my last 72 hours in the U.S. talking to Lucy. It’s been a while since I actually used my phone. It’s actually been a REALLY long time. Thank you Lucy for everything. But you already know this so I don’t need to go in-depth bout this now, do I? :]
* NBA Playoffs – Can’t get in touch with it because they don’t televise big black men groping each other in Asia unfortunately.
* May 23rd – AC Milan v. Liverpool. This is gonna be GOOOOOODDDD.
* My mom is trying to pretty me up when I go to Korea – this entails me getting shots injected into my face so I lose the fat in my cheeks + getting lasered up on my face to remove the shit pimples on my forehead. Apparently, weighing 156 at the height of 5’7’’ is considered obese as well in Asia. I now am trying to shoot to weigh no more than 150 by the end of this summer. Perhaps me being Asian itself is what drives me in becoming much of a self-insecure bastard itself. Fucking Asians.

Hope all you guys are enjoying your summer (besides those that graduated and are studying for the Bar). I promise this will be my last post until June 1st. I promise I promise - UNLESS I need to post something that I feel is necessary to share with this world.

With Regards,

ALS.

Edit: Boy does it feel to be back home in 2 years. I still have my bedroom (well minus all the photo albums and the golf clubs that are stuffed here).

Adios - Sayonara - Or in My Language....

P E A C E T H E F U C K O U T.

Goodbye US, hello A S I A ! :D

So long until June 1st.... and pray that I don't come back with an unknown STD.

Oh, and as predicted, I got tremendously Lawrence v. Texas-ed in ConLaw today.

Update: I know I wouldn't post but I needed to post this. Ok, gbye folks!!

Lucifer (hereinafter "Lucy"): i just ate a gummy dick candy
Lucy: lol
Me: how was it
Lucy: it was yummy

Need Wings?

*Scene: Studying in Journal Office for ConLaw tomorrow. Both of us are sleep deprived - him because of studying, me because I've been personally distrctacted [cough cough] for the past few days*

Friend: *staring at redbull. drinks the rest of the redbull. proceeds to throw it in garbage can. looks at me and sighs*.
Me: ??
Friend: I'm still not getting wings yet... *sighs once more*


Conclusion: To the contrary, I think studying intensively makes people inversely more retarded.

I didn't think I could ever be a Constitutional Liberalist.

Until.. I was doing a wrap up of today's studying by reading my professor's article on 1st Amendment Protection, and realized just how awesome this country is. I was astonished. And I felt dumb - I hate that feeling. Incredibly well written. I especially love the last sentences ending with Holmes' quote.

*****
The antimajority rhetoric is so central to the process of political mobilization that we cannot allow the Government - in an effort to protect the minority - to pass laws that would criminalize words of this kind, which often amount to "group defamation" of the dominant racial and gender groups...

If we are involved in public discussion of even the most hateful kind, the way to deal with it is by more speech. We must develop our analytical and debating skills and resist the impulse simply to squash speakers with whom we disagree by invoking the criminal law, a response that can only add to the stupidity of "inert public"...

Do we not gain by responding and exposing the lies behind each hateful speech? are we not indicating our impotence to deal with the words directly if we give up and rely on the criminal law to deal with prejudice?...

Perhaps I am naive in still believing in Holmes. Yet I am convinced that their words still express the ideal that our institutions should follow - let truth and falsehood grapple; who ever saw truth bested in a free and open encounter?'
*****

At Least I Know Something From Con Law

*in response to my msn personal message which says, "
Some people say the inkling to be a lawyer starts at conception and is really a genetic defect."*.

Note: if you didn't take ConLaw yet, this post will not be of any entertainment value to you.

Jew Friend (herein referred to as "Joo"): well i am certain that you have a genetic defect, although i am unsure if it is attributable towards your desire to be a lawyer
Me: the genetic defect = asian?
Joo: that's certainly a good guess
Me: but the genetic disaster = jew
Me: id rather be defected than disastrous
Joo: yes, but a defect is a disadvantage, disasters intimidate and control
Joo: while the former are given handicap spots and the like
Me: youre aware that disasters are the origin of catastrophic results
Me: i.e. you
Me: right?
Joo: although i agree with your general premise, not all disasters end with catastrophic results, see generally korematsu
Joo: that's my new name by the way
Joo: i've filed papers for a legal name change
Joo: hello, I'm Korematsu [Joo Last Name], nice to meet you
Me: HAHAHHA YOU FUCKER

Call Him a Diver... But

You really can't ignore his ball handling. Incredible athlete.


I love futbol.

I Fucking Hate Con Law

What the BLOODY fuck is the difference between Substantive Due Process and Equal Protection? They both have the same standards of review (mere rationality, strict scrutiny).

Someone PLEASE explain.

Note: The U.S. Constitution is highly overrated. I want to burn it right now.

Ying Yang

I have an older sister. She's four years older than me. Last night, we talked for 25 minutes - the longest I've talken to her since my freshmen year in undergrad when I was going through a breakdown.

My sister is uber religious. I honestly feel like Satan when I go visit her and Brother-in-Law in their holy sacred apartment. They are part of a non-denominational church organization that can fairly be criticized to be highly controversial. However, they are one of the most uber-nicest people I'd ever meet.

I'm not too close with my sister - I'm a lot more closer to my cousins then I am with my sister. I was kind of depressed because of that - I've always wanted the world's coolest sister. I've always wanted to tell my sister how retardedly drunk (and high) I got over the weekend. I've always wanted to tell her about how big this girl's breasts were that I saw the other day. I just wanted a "normal" sister. But I've come to terms - she's absolutely happy serving God. And if that's what makes her happy, it should make me happy. Brother-in-Law is an awesome guy as well - smart, down-to-earth, caring, selfless, and best of all, he's AWESOME in music. He was trying to show me how to play "Sweet Child of Mine" last time I visited them.

I don't tell much about my life to my sister - but I don't hide it at all. She's probably seen the drunken photos with "skanks" on my facebook. Well, to be honest - the reason why I don't have a wall to post on my facebook is because of her. Who knows what shit could be posted and the thought of my sister realizing I'm the next Lucifer kind of disturbs me.

For her birthday 2 years ago - I didn't know what to get her. I asked Brother-in-Law. He said to make her something special. So for the first time in my life, I actually put in some effort. I got a frame, and wrote a poem called 1/2 and 1/2. It's kind of corny but my sister and I had this thing for drinking Half and Half when we went to McD's (when I was like 5 and she was 9). The frame also had a picture of us when we were kids at the beach in Malaysia. I didn't realize it until I took a thorough tour of their apartment - but I kinda went "girly" when I saw that it was put right on top of her computer desk.

All in all, we're vastly different. But no matter what, I love my sister to death - I still remember crying to her when I was young because I forgot my lunch money and she would sit next to me in the cafeteria holding my hands. I remember when I fell down in a lake (in Malaysia) filled with water snakes, eels, and yes, crocodiles and alligators. This is the only memory I have of in Malaysia - her jumping off the boat to get me.

Anyways, THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS POST - my sister's having a baby soon. In a month. And I want to get an awesome baby gift. It's a guy, so PLEASEEEE... can someone give me some good suggestions?

Pistons 3: Bulls 0

Me: hi silly
Me: :D
Silly: hi ....
Silly: m
Silly: a
Silly: s
Me: keep going
Silly: t
Silly: e
Silly: r


God this feels good. I can definitely get used to this.

Law = Boring

They really make being a lawyer a boring job. :\

Grateful Days

Turn up radio そう今日も聞こえるよ　
風に揺られ流れるStereo
肩で刻む軽快なRhythm
想いをのっけて届けるよRhyme
よく晴れた空の真下
僕らは遥かな未来目指しました
Master Key 握り締め出発
雑踏の中Kick down 一発
今思う闘いの日々
感謝することに溢れ出す慈悲
しのぎを削ったあの攻防戦
今なお続くここは最前線
父から得た揺るぎ無い誇り　
母がくれた大きないたわり
キミにもらう温かいぬくもり　
明日への糧に生き抜くために

Freudian Psychoanalysis

Me: oooh... low blow
Silly: it's what i'm good at

* 3 seconds later *
Silly: well... that and...
Me: HAHAHAHAHHA
Silly: well ... yeah...

You Know Your Friends are I-Bankers...

Situation: my college friends and I talking in my living room. Friend discusses how he got a mortgage on an apt a month ago. Other friend questions how he could raise so much home equity.


Friend: "yea... i kinda had to LBO the living shit out of myself for that."


Edit: in CASE YOU're (yes YOU) thinking about it, don't mention the Game 2 please.

It's You

자, 이제 겨우 시작 손에 쥔 빈 잔을 채워 즐기자
지금 이시간 일상의 걱정은 접어 겁먹지마 묻지말고 따라와 일단
서두를거 없어 분위길 타 풀어놔 몸과 마음 모두 여기 다
모든 준비가 됐다면 가만히 기다리진마 let this music control your mind
yes, 내키는대로 눈이 이끄는 대로 너의 발걸음을 옮겨
이 자리에 온건 어쩌면 운명 이리 못본척 just wanna get to know you.
여기 우리같은 공간에 서로같이 공감해 어색한 표정은 정말 곤란해
(아직도 몰라 왜?) 어깨를 스치는 머리를 짧게 친 넌 이미 찍혔지
멀치감치서 벌써 느꼈지 널 정신없이 붐비는 곳 너의 움직임이 날 숨죽이게 해
그대로 그곳에 잠시 멈춰 오늘 밤 그대를 먼저 찾아가는 다가서는 나는 술래. 어때?
원하는 만큼 줄게 이제 내게 살며시 미소를 지어줄래?

Define: Tool

Tool (8:55:19 AM): i got busted
Me (8:55:02 AM): busted for?!?
Tool (8:55:27 AM): rolling my motorcycle into my apartment last night
Tool (8:55:31 AM): HAHAHA

ladies and gentlemen, i'd like to announce that this Tool is working at a well-known firm in NY over the summer. I'd also like to announce at this time, that Tool is definitely going to be bringing the Firm down. Congratulations to Firm.

Scrum.

Don't Even.

This is Why the Spurs Will Lose.

WOW.

It's On

Guess whose going?!???!? :D

Sidenote: Game 1 of Warriors and Jazz. Scrum, it's on!

Dear Jazz Fans.

Dear [Scrum]:

I liked you. I really did. You were a down-to-earth kind of guy it seemed. I liked you even more when you were rooting for the Warriors - you made it seem like you'd be the perfect wingman. However, your recent post telling how the Warriors would lose within Game 6 was not nice. Because the truth is, while the Jazz may be a well-balanced team, they are pretty much like De La Hoya in last night's fight. Old, conventional, and... well... time to move on... Compared to the Warriors - lightning fast (starting from Baron Davis), and are pretty much like Mayweather.

Scrum, let's be honest here. Yes, the series will be finished in Game 6. It's just the Warriors that will advance. They're just the new FAD. We obviously have a conflict-of-interest here. But in the end, when the Warriors win, I hope you can still keep me on your link from your blog and we will still talk.


Yours Truly,

Asian.


Edit: 24 hour exam begins. I hate my professor.

Resolution #1

I've decided that I'm going to try my best not to complain anymore. Complaining won't get me anywhere.

Quick question though - if I can't complain, can I still whine...?

WOW

This hot shit is to fly like the cockpit
Got spit like a french kiss chicks lock lips
coming from the deep black like the Loch Ness
Now bring apocalypse like the heart of darkness
It's like the heart of the artist become a target
Pop music is the black market
Recently we witnessed bizarre shit
The war hit the same time as SARS hit
Terrorists send bombs at the concert
The show must go on though regardless
I'm just some hip-hop kid bout to pop shit
And get on some rock shit and start a mosh pit.

- Talib Kweli

What a fucking lyrical genius. On a side note, the song below (same guy that wrote that shit above) is the only song in my iPod to have lasted inside it without being deleted for 1.5 years. I think the only song that I didn't delete at least once. God I wish I was a rapper.

1st Amendment My Ass

http://blogs.wsj.com/law/2007/05/03/law-firm-rescinds-offer-to-ex-autoadmit-director/

Self Reflection

So, I realized I have to handwrite my finals. The exam software is not Vista capable. My other computer that was decomissioned that has XP is completely malfunctioning. I handwrote my exam. It wasn't too bad because I realized that handwriting exams forces you to think and organize your thoughts coherently before spitting out verbal diarrhea.

I came out of the exam 20 minutes earlier - I knew I missed a few issues, but being in the exam room wouldn't have shed any light on how to resolve these issues. I left thinking I did pretty well, at least a hope at an A-. I wait for friend to come out.

After discussing the exam with friend, I realized how he tore apart the exam. This cunt literally was like Stevens and Scalia into a combination of one resolving all fucking issues. I was like awesome, thanks for fucking up the curve you twat.

I'm inherently competitive by nature. I hate losing. That being said, I realized today that some people are just more SMARTER than me. I was fucking pissed. I even punched the locker. I was furious. To be honest with you, I'm Asian and I take GREAT pride that I'm nerdy - it's in our blood. And I just got Admin Law PWN3D by a peer of mine who studied the same as I did - he just was smarter. I lost in academics.

Imagine if you were a 6'7'' basketball player (and black), and a 5'7'' asian guy schools you in a game of 21. In the perspective of the black player, how would you feel? HIGHLY depressed? Yes. That's how I feel. NOTE: YES, IT WAS A BLACK GUY THAT OWNED ME.

I know this is immature. I realize that. But I want to know that I'm better in SOMETHING than other people. I have too much pride. It's fucking retarded. God this is fucking depressing. Time to go start studying for Corporations...

Edit: I don't even fucking know if A- is a feasibility.

Getting Spanked is No Fun

I'm going to get spanked. I'm going to get spanked. I'm going to get spanked. I'm going to get spanked. I'm going to get spanked. I'm going to get spanked. I'm going to get spanked. I'm going to get spanked.

Admin is going to whoop my ass like no other. Corporations is going to give me a 12 inch penetration and I'm going to be bleeding out of my ass like no other.

At least the 2 worst exams will be over with by Sunday.

Side note: Firm I'm working for over summer sent me package of redbulls and "study well" goodies. Is this a subtle way of saying... do not fuck up your grades or we will not give you an offer? Please advise.

Dirk for MVB

Friend sent me his rampage on Dirk and the Mavs. I laughed in class and ended up getting called on. He sat next to me and laughed. What a bastard. Anyways, he shares my views on current situation of the Mavs and how they're getting OWNED by the 8th seed Warriors:

dirk is MVB - most valuable bitch.

i root for them and him hard and he really let me down. right when he should look valiant and determined, he seems querulous and ruffled.

maybe he is east german and just genetically used to getting screwed by circumstance (this is where i first cracked up). somebody needs to put some bombastic beethoven tunesin his iPod, give him a book on van bismarcks exploits, makehim wear an ubermensch under-shirt signed by neitzche, and watch leni riefenstahl movies before game time.

and some doctored footage showing jesse owens losing in 1936 wearing baron davis' jersey number. i mean, is this the stuff the SS was made of? i don't think so. wwII would've been ten weeks long tops if all germans fought as hard as dirk does.

i'm serious man.i want them to win. it's very hard for me to not root for a run-gun team led by baron davis (long-time favorite) with monta ellis (new-found favorite) but i've been pulling for the mavsbecause they got so royally jobbed last year when the refs decided that newbie wade deserved veteran jordan treatment (this is where i cracked up even more, getting professor's attention). but that 4th quarter of game four was just disgusting. i was livid.

dirk meekly requesting the ballwhen he should be adamantly taking over the game. in a FREAKING MUST WIN!! couldn't believe it.passing out of that mismatch with davis?!! if i were a real mavs fan i would've vomited, gorged myself with food, just so i could vomit again.

simply disgusting. so,i look fwd to watching the 4th quarter tonight and giving the german race one last chance to redeem itself. otherwise i'll never look at a beamer the same way again.

Because I'm Bored.

I can't study until I get food, I'm going to write 6 "weird" things about me:

1) When I eat burgers, I have to eat the veggies on its own (lettuce, tomatoes, onion). It's like me creating a side salad.

2) While I'm fluent in multiple languages, I have a "foreign" accent when I speak any one of them - including English.

2a) I don't have a hometown, per se. I moved around all my life - I guess technically, my hometown would be in Seoul, but I've only lived there 2 years of my entire life.

3) *quoted from my friend*: "sometimes when you talk to faculty you sound totally lost, even though you know what ur talking about, u dont form your sentences properly and start babling incoherently, i guess cause you're nervous." (I guess this goes back to the point of #2 - I have trouble trying to make sense in one language)

4) *quoted from so-called friend*: ur gay, thats another one. fag.

5) *quoted from so-called friend*: you tend to give people ammunition to make fun of you by saying something in a certain way and not thinking about it.

6) If I forget to bring my iPod with me, my day is terribly ruined. TERRIBLY ruined. (I need my morning ventti iced-coffee + John Coltrane or I will suffer.)

I don't know if that's weird. But whatever. Damn, food is STILL not here. Oh, this can be something weird about me - I've never had a mojito in my life until this weekend, and I gotta tell you, I'm addicted to it.

EDIT: ex called me. haven't talked to her in 2 months. everytime i talk to her, i realize what an asshole i was. she's moving to LA. i haven't seen her in a year. i want to see her.

Why Lawyers Are Hated...

Because idiots sue for $65 million for a suit pant. Please comment: should this person be sanctioned?

Highly Depressing

So...

I've been studying for the past 9 hours (less the frequent breaks I took). Studying = reading crunchtimes for my admin law and corporations class since I don't read casebooks anymore. And, my roommate comes back from work around 10:30 PM.


Please note - this is while he had full knowledge I was studying in my room for my exams.

Phase I:
Goes to his room, talks on phone.

Phase II:
Walks out to the living room, his conversation becomes louder:

"Yeah bro, I'm heading out to Arena tonight. Oh it's [hotgirl's] birthday. Make sure you come out!"

Phase III:

Walks into my room. Looks at me and smiles.

"Oh, I was going to ask if you wanted to come out, but you seem occupied. That sucks."

Roommate leaves my room.

------------------------------

I wanted to throw my highlighter at him.

6% Smarter Than Me.

I shouldn't talk to you because:

a) I'm not on Law Review

b) I'm not in the top 10% of our class.

Clearly, these are the guidelines in which YOU have established as a guideline as to who you can hang out with - those that are cool enough for you. By the way, did I fucking tell you how fuming I am from your misguided delusional statement? Did you REALLY say that you're better than X, Y, and Z because they don't rank as high as you? Did you REALLY say that Law Review people are brilliant minded students? Unfuckingbelievable.

Well I guess that since you're top 7% and I'm top 13%, you're 6% smarter than me.

PF, how the FUCK did you change like this? You made me become madly addicted to you because you weren't like all the other law students here. Yet now, you're just becoming like every one of those ranking whores.

Although I have to thank you - you have given me all motivation to work my ass off until exams end so I can place higher than you in rankings. This way, I can be at least 1% smarter than you.

P.S. Thanks for making me fume.

P.P.S. That Law Review friend that is cool to hang out with you, by the way, talked shit behind your back last year right in front of my face last year. Why do you think I hate that bitch? Yet, you won't know this for the rest of your life, because clearly, you have become just like her - all you just need is the elvis sideburns that she has.

P.P.P.S. Oh, thanks for FINALLY giving a reason to not give a shit about you anymore. Thank you - I needed this after a year of still finding myself deluding to the fact that you deserved better.

Why Now?

Her: "Hey I have awesome news."

Me: "Oh yeah? What's that?"

Her: "I'm going to **BIG CITY IN ASIA** in July to switch different groups for Bank X there!"

Me: "Wow. That's AWESOME! Congrats!!"


I have a secret to unleash. I've been sort of casually seeing this girl for the past month (ever since I went on a hiatus with manwhoring - see douchebaggery posts below). She's a banker - but not the typical banker. She's not demanding, she works hard. But her favorite hobby - sleeping. This is going to sound extremely gay, but as "our" hobby, we cuddle and take naps on the weekends (during the rare times she doesn't have to work). I went shopping with her, and I found her to be extremely adorable getting excited and jumping around after she found this dress that she loved. I admit, I liked the fact that she fussed why I didn't have a picture of us on my facebook profile, even though she doesn't have facebook - it was cute. I actually found it adorable when she would hold onto my arms. I found her to be extremely adorable when she'd wake up and whine to me for about 15 minutes telling me to kidnap her so she didn't have to go into work. I especially liked it when I would wait for her at a meeting location and her running to me and giving me the biggest hug everytime I saw her. The casual seeing mood was changing... I was actually liking this intimacy.

I admit it, I was liking this whole not-fucking-a-random-whore idea. Over the weekend, we hung out and she told me that there was a good chance she'd move abroad to switch groups - it was a huge career opportunity for her.

Now it's reality. She said she'd call me tomorrow to tell me all about it - she sounded so excited. I swear on my mother's life, this shit happens annually for me, around this time of the year. Fuck. Do I have like a anti-serious relationship magnetic force around me? Christ...

Please don't go. Please..?

What a way to motivate myself to study for finals huh...?

You tell me.

If $250 is worth it..... SIGH .......

Popped My Cherry

My first ever French rap song that got hooked onto me. Anyone care to translate this? Has an awesome beat, rhyme scheme is catchy. Only downfall, I have no clue wtf this song is about.


PS. Gluck with finals. Don't get anally penetrated like how I will in about 2 weeks.

Dangereux


Je pose du verbe sur un papier
Compose des textes et les scande, oui ma langue est déliée
Mon délit est de parler haut
Relater ce que mes consorts, n`exprimeront jamais dans un micro
Les camps sont marqués, nous sommes simples électeurs
Mais rien n`empêche d`apporter plus de terreur dans leurs erreurs
Je pensais ne même pas les affleurer,
Mais j`ai dû déjanter, quand le juge a voulu me convoquer
Ce n`était pas la première fois pour un groupe de rap
Que la censure frappe et les citations tapent
Va donc, je me suis dit, le texte est cool, y`a pas de hic
Faux, j`étais devenu l`ennemi public des Assédic
C`était clair, les hauts placés voulaient mon trophée
Un mois après ces endophés bloquaient mon dossier
Ce que le cinéma se permet, la télé,
Les livres, et les magazines pour nous c`est prohibé
Incitation à la violence
C`est comme si pour chaque meutre on inculpait Jack Palance
J`ai des problèmes de communication
Les R.G. écoutent toutes mes conversations
J`en ai des frissons et ça perturbe ma vie
Ma haine grandit chaque fois que Minute écrit
A déblatérer des mensonges malsains
Demandez à ma mère, si son fils est un assassin
Ils déclenchent ma revanche à leurs dépends
Si je pouvais vivre loin des serpents
Je croyais être un type sympa, un père exemplaire, merveilleux
Pour eux, je suis Dangereux

Si on m`avait dit qu`un jour je serais classé, fiché
Tout simplement pour avoir exprimé mes idées
Abordé des sujets jugés tabous
Mis sur papier tout ce qui se passe autour de nous
Je pensais vivre dans un pays libre, naïf
J`ai compris qu` indésirables sont les esprits non passifs
En refusant d`être un mouton, de rentrer dans le troupeau
De fermer les yeux et de tourner le dos
Au format dans lequel ils tentèretn de me faire entrer
Je me suis vu qualifié de rebelle d`une société
Hypocrite, où certains ont tant de pouvoir
Qu`en toute impunité, ils peuvent cracher sur l`Histoire
Ce noir constat m`oblige à prendre des risques
A libérer ma pensée, à devenir un journaliste
Un fugitif, un dénonciateur, un haut-parleur
Trop souvent, placé au centre du collimateur
De ceux qui se croient à l`abri de l`oeil avisé
Des gens comme moi à l`affût et qui ne laissent rien passer
La liberté d`expression vaste plaisanterie
L`écart est grand entre ce qui s`entend et ce qui est dit
J`énonce des faits bien que ça me coûte
Des photos sur des murs, des téléphones sur table d`écoute
On me reproche de crier trop fort ce que je pense
De mettre un miroir en face des gens, ça, ça les dérange
Et si le clan représente la pureté aujourd`hui
Même en plein soleil, tous les chats sont gris
Je voudrais faire le bien et rien d`autre mais pour eux
Je suis un mouton galeux, un mec Dangereux

Kim is the New Muhammed

referring to the VT killer:


cousin (8:17:36 PM): FUCK

cousin (8:17:39 PM): hope he isnt korean

cousin (8:17:47 PM): cause if he is, you know his last name is gonna be kim

cousin (8:17:54 PM): and kim is gonna be the new muhammed

cousin (8:17:59 PM): wtf dude

cousin (8:18:13 PM): asians are supposed to be calculator toting nerds

cousin (8:18:24 PM): not fuckin crazy ass serial killers!!!



I love my family.

What A Productive Day

It's flooding outside. Awesome.

To celebrate the great weather, I woke up at 11:30 AM, ordered food and watched TV until 4:30 PM, youtubbed until 6:30 PM, and now I'm finally about to start studying.

In light of the finals spirit, listed below are some marvelous pictures I found. Gluck on finals everyone! My personal favorite is the third image.

You Just Won't Understand.

낯이 익지도 않았지만 같이 마치 달콤한 연인같이 하나되는 우릴봤지. 너를 원해, 이말 전해, 나를 너무도 원하는 너만의 눈빛이 내눈에 정말너무 훤해. 이젠 눈감겨 저 달도 나를 반겨 내품에 안겨. 너를 맡겨. 그리고 말해보아 터질 것 같은 충동을 느껴. 이게 오아 또아 나를 도와지금의 나는 너무 좋아.

사랑하는 허니, 그거 아니? 내 마음 아니? 너만의 생각으로 가득차 있다는걸 너는 아니? 무엇이 그렇게 다 내 모습 어디가 네 맘에 그렇게나 모두가 맘에 안드나? 나는 너무 절대로 허무하지도 가지도 않게 할수도 있어. 이제는 마음으 눈을 감아. 아마 너무나 큰 감격에 그런기쁨에 그래 나는 너무나 만족해.

An American Society

What kind of society do we live in when we base our professional worthiness around our appeal to women who prostitute themselves so shamelessly? (See, e.g., PE > Hedge Fund > Surgeons > Biglaw > Consultants > etc.)

Fat Bastard

Did I really just get convinced by my friend to actually journey through the Upper East and back down to Murray Hill to find a Popeye's? Did I really order a 12 piece family meal between the two of us?

Wow. I'm a fat bastard.

Food.. coma...

On a side note, how depressed could you have been to do this?

I don't need to tell you this but.

Thank you. For being a genuine friend.

What you sent me earlier made me think about myself in ways I didn't since I came to law school.

Why I Hate Myself

I hate being insecure.

I hate being weak.

I hate being a girl about certain things.

I hate being sensitive.

I hate overanalyzing simple things.

I hate failing....






And I REALLY hate the fact that I can't get over you.


Tomorrow's going to REALLY suck.

Knicks are truly incompetent.

Got to be on courtside (well 3 rows behind courtside) today at the Garden. I laugh at the Knicks (playing against Chauncey and the Pistons)- they're truly incompetent. It's funny seeing a NY sports team be truly shitty, starting from the management down. Giving away two first round picks for the truly talented Eddie Curry [insert sarcastic tone somewhere around here] was a smart move. Bringing in Steve Francis (to substantially fuck your salary situation), trading away for Jalen Rose (to incredibly fuck the Knicks organization), and acquiring Stephon Marbury (this was the beginning of the fuck-up era of NY Knicks) was a job well done Mr. Thomas.

When I first moved to NY, I was so happy that a NY team could be so shitty - I hate the Yanks, Rangers, Giants (I'm so glad that the lil bitch called Eli Manning is a useless hick), and the Knicks. I do like the Mets however. Anyways, back to the point, I was so fucking entertained that the NY sports fan could shut the fuck up about at least one sport - basketball, since the Knicks are truly a failure. Now, after a year of watching the Knicks play, I'm just purely frustrated - it's like seeing a GM, Ford, or DaimlerChrysler (soon to be Chrysler) trying hopelessly to resurrect the past. It fucking pisses me off that Larry Brown was taken the entire blame (are you fucking kidding me?) and thereafter, the fuckhead (read: Isiah Thomas) that pulled in Steve Francis, Stephon Marbury, Eddie Curry, and Channing Frye decided to make himself the new head coach. Way to go Isiah. After a year, you still think it was Larry Brown's fault?

Oh well. At least I got to see the Ewing and his protege on the opposite end of the Court (Big Black Guy in Red - Patrick Ewing, Random Black Mistress - unknown, Young Big Black Guy in White - Patrick Ewing, Jr.):

Psycho Bitch

Congratulations to myself. I have officially entered into a new phase of my life, called the "run-down" phase. This weekend was good and bad. Let me start off with the bad side.


Girl from my hometown wanted to come up (herein referred to as "Psycho Bitch"). Psycho Bitch asked me on Thursday night if she could come up for the weekend. Me, knowing full well her scandalous attitude, of course, had to contemplate. Now you may wonder why I had to contemplate, when naturally, a girl asks if she can stay with you for the weekend. Well, I don't call her a Psycho Bitch for no reason.


Question: Why is she a Psycho Bitch?
Answer: I've known Psycho Bitch for a while. And we were never close. But the slight closeness we had, I've known that she wasn't "normal". She was highly suicidal at one point, in which she discussed writing this as an admissions essay to Undergrad, and I know that some screw is loose inside her brian.


Question: So why the FUCK would you let her come up?
Answer: Have you ever met a naturally endowed ASIAN girl with the breast size of a DD? Thought so.



So, getting back to my point - after weighing the benefits and the disadvantages, I thought I could take listening into Psycho Bitch talk in return for... *cough cough*. Yet, Psycho Bitch suceeded. I found out that it isn't one screw that's loose in her head, but I think she may be missing an entire lobe. Some examples: I don't mind paying for dinner, etc, but when I do, at least say THANKS or OFFER TO PAY when the check comes out - DON'T JUST FUCKING STARE AT THE CHECK AND SEE ME TAKE IT. Second - OFFER TO PAY FOR CAB RIDES YOU FUCKING PSYCHO BITCH. Third - you're a GUEST, remember that. Yes, my roommate and I don't live in the nicest apartment in Manhattan, and it's a walk-up, but DO NOT HAVE THE BALLS TO FUCKING BITCH ABOUT OUR PLACE.


This is just common etiquette, something that Psycho Bitch apparently did not learn. One of the things that truly annoys me is the lack of common courtesy/respect. Call me a hypocrite for objectifying women (if you're confused, read posts below), but at least I have a sense of decency and respect. But to TOP IT OFF, this is the kind of SHIT I had to listen to last night, that just wanted me to hurry up and pack her shit and never talk to her for the rest of my life. Psycho Bitch was on the phone, and these were the words coming out from her mouth: "Listen, I'm going to be making so much money, so you better treat me with respect", "I'm as good as it gets from [Hometown]" (note: besides her body which I do credit her for, her face looks like it got slammed/sandwiched against a wall - I really wish I could show the pic but I don't wanna out). So not only does Psycho Bitch have a lack of common courtesy, she has a self-guided, delusional state of arrogance. Combine these two things for a weekend, and trust me, you'd want to fucking stab her.



After those two things combined, I didn't even see her body as attractive. I just wanted her to leave. Thinking of which, I did block her from my AIM, but does anybody know if she'll know that I blocked her on facebook (i.e. Does Facebook notify her that I don't want to be associated with her for the rest of my life)?



Oh, another bad side over the weekend - a bunch of us were doing lines last night before heading out to a club. Right before we were about to go in, my roommate started sweating profusely. He had to catch a cab back home. I thought that he was od-ing, and the last thing I wanted to deal with was having to go to the ER because one of my closest friends OD-ed from coke. Thankfully, he e-mails us at the club saying he's ok.



So, you wonder, after all this BITCHING, what was the good side that came out from this weekend? I met this awesome girl last night at the club. Well, we were blowing beforehand, and went in the same group at the club. But after I left Psycho Bitch to wonder off and please let her be some other guy's problem, I took it upon myself to make sure I don't think about Psycho Bitch for the 4 hours I'm at the club.



Anyways, the group that we were in were all dancing and what not, and I saw her just casually sitting, so I sat down and started drinking and talking to her. Ok, I may be just biased, but as soon as she said she's from California (bonus points), and she lives in LA doing choreography (AWESOME), I could not help myself from being attracted to her. Like literally, it was just cool conversation we were having - she even *GASP* asked me what I do, and I told her a fair warning that she wouldn't be interested in what I do. She told me to tell her regarldless, and she seemed actually INTERESTED. We talked, drank a bit more, made fun of our friends in the corner section on top of the tables dancing while trying not to fall. And then she asked me if I wanted to dance with her:



Her: "Hey X, let's go dance?"
Me: "You're a choreographer. I'm a law student. Do you honestly think that you would remotely enjoy doing that?"



She laughed and thereafter grabbed my hand and we started dancing, but my god, I felt so fucking inferior. Dancing really isn't my *skill*, per se, and here I was, trying to hang in with a fucking choreographer. Anyways, it's pretty funny because I was honestly myself and we were both laughing the entire time. Sad thing is she had to catch a flight back to LA at 7 AM, so this thing was going to stop soon.



I had a blast, and surprisingly, I didn't even think about how she would be like in bed *SURPRISE*, despite the fact that she had the most killer abs I have ever seen - trust me on this one. Despite the fact that this blonde chick was grinding on me, I didn't think about what move I need to pull off to do a quickie before she goes back to LA (contradicting what my lower body was urging me to do). And to top it off, we start hooking up with each other - you know, this was HONESTLY the second time I was conscious of whether or not I was a "good kisser". Yet, not once did it trigger my mind that I had the duty to take her back home with me.



I was sad that she had to leave. Said bye to her, exchanged #s, knowing full well we probably would never talk/see each other ever again. But to that girl, thank you for making me realize what I've been doing wrong for the past 3 months.



FYI, if she's an accurate depiction of what LA girls are like, I'm finding my wife there. I know for a fact that there's a reader of this blog used to live in LA - prepared to answer this question for me in the near future.

wow.

I'm definitely going to hell.

Why I love AutoAdmit/xoxohth So Much

I HEART XOXO at times. The last reply is awesome.


Date: April 3rd, 2007 11:01 AM
Author: Milk Was a Bad Choice

For those who have been through the process - apart from the law school you attend - what do firms Look for in a 1L Summer Associate? How important is Work Experience? Does it need to be law related? Would advancement in some random non-law area be any sort of plus?

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Date: April 3rd, 2007 11:05 AM
Author: Dogshit

DSLs.

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Date: April 3rd, 2007 11:06 AM
Author: Brittan Heller's misguided sense of entitlement

the blackness of your skin is an important factor.

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OMFG

3 Posts in one day. Record.

I had to post this.

Me (2:06:32 AM): do you like pete yorn
Girl (2:08:40 AM): who's pete yorn?

I don't want to sound judgmental, but when someone's music collection is limited to that of what's played on shit clubs and shit radio stations with teeny bopper songs that whenever I listen to, I puke at, it says something about that person. [this sentence was intentionally a run-on].

ok, gnite.

Now that I've Come Clean

I'm fully aware of the level of douchiness from the entry below... and trust me, I don't know what my issue is. Insecurity perhaps? SUGGESTIONS ARE GLADLY WELCOME

Below is an IM convo with Friend and I think what he's getting at is relatively true... but I don't think there's a solution to this problem... yet. The problem comes with the fact that I don't have any friends at law school. And I have absolutely no1 to hang out with if I don't go out with my banking friends. If I don't go out with my banking friends, then I'd be fucking miserable at home on a weekend in NYC - I'd kill myself...

Me (10:21:28 PM): i think i know what the problem is
Friend (10:23:30 PM): oh yeah?
Friend (10:23:34 PM): what is it?
Friend (10:23:45 PM): do you feel like you can't/don't want to really love anybody?
Me (10:21:50 PM): i wanna go out
Me (10:21:55 PM): on weekends
Me (10:21:57 PM): and have fun
Me (10:22:04 PM): and the only people im close with here
Me (10:22:11 PM): already have a defined fun
Friend (10:24:28 PM): well, usually my definition of fun borders on criminal
Me (10:23:02 PM): the problem with that is
Me (10:23:08 PM): when i do that every weekend
Me (10:23:18 PM): i come to think that this is what fun really is
Friend (10:26:25 PM): is it fun?
Me (10:24:39 PM): i dont know
Me (10:24:42 PM): i shouldnt complain
Friend (10:26:40 PM): it is certainly a different world from what you have experienced, i am ssure
Me (10:24:49 PM): free booze
Me (10:24:57 PM): hot girls
Me (10:25:03 PM): i shouldnt complain right?
Friend (10:27:11 PM): well... it goes back to what you want
Me (10:25:16 PM): but this is the same exact shit that i looked down at
Me (10:25:26 PM): when i first moved to ny
Friend (10:27:25 PM): why did you look down at it?
Me (10:26:31 PM): its superficial
Me (10:26:32 PM): meaningless
Me (10:26:50 PM): and guys with uniform dress (blazer is a must)
Friend (10:28:51 PM): so, is it still superficial and meaningless, or have you just come to accept that?
Me (10:27:04 PM): when im there its fun
Me (10:27:07 PM): always the next morning
Me (10:27:14 PM): i tell myself this is fucking retarded
Me (10:27:18 PM): wtf am i doing
Me (10:27:32 PM): but then again, i dont wanna be in nyc staying home on a fucking weekend
Me (10:27:45 PM): and you know as well that i dont have law school friends
Friend (10:29:48 PM): haha
Friend (10:29:57 PM): well, staying in while living in NYC would suck
Me (10:28:13 PM): tell me bout it
Friend (10:30:13 PM): but, you make this sound like a cycle of self-loathing
Me (10:28:23 PM): explain
Friend (10:30:59 PM): well, you go out on friday or saturday, are intoxicating by the novelty/adventure of it all, wake up in the morning and feel like the douche-bag you used to make fun of and never want to become

Bored + I am a Huge Douchebag Now

I'm really bored right now. Pretty lethargic. This weekend was pretty nuts. My friends back from my hometown came up for the weekend, and my college friends came to the city to hang out. Friday night, went to 230 Fifth and got pretty hammered, before heading down to some overrated mexican cuisine place that justifies its price by having some fancy pink sign outside.

Last night, I affirmed the fact that NY girls love being pampered and feel that they're "special". I'm not going to lie, I love being pampered and I admit it, but girls typically go along the lines of "oh, I'm not like that." Last night was an example of clear utter bullshit of such answer - of course, conditioned upon the fact that these girls were probably superficial to begin with.

I went to a "prime" club last night since one of my friends is the stereotypical "models + bottles banker". In fact, he goes so much that he just calls one of the promoters to come get him while we're waiting outside, and we walk straight into the "VIP" section drinking on bottles provided by the club - i.e. cost efficient from a consumer's perspective.

Now let me say something - it's a great feeling to get pampered. I like it. I'm not going to lie.

Anyways, after having about 3 bottles, I went to the outskirts of the section and "shopped" through the women around. By the way, girls in NY are too gorgeous in comparison to any American cities. After losing any remote inhibitions I had, I tried to invite girls up to our section to join us in our festivity. The conversation went somewhere along the lines of this, all in yelling tone to override the fucking loud music of course.

Me: hey, how're you ladies doing tonight?

Girls: good.

Me: my name is X... (puts hand out)

Girls: my name is X.. (shakes hand)

Me: ok, well anyways, I'm wondering if you guys wanted some drinks with me and a couple of friends.

The representative of the girls ("Rep"): well that depends, where are you sitting?

Me: (points to the section where we're sitting)

Rep: (looks to the girls, nods head). Sure why not?

The night went on awesome. I then realized my love for superficial easy skanks at this point. They're gorgeous and easy. They want to have fun. Not once did we discuss what we do. We drank. We danced (and other stuff). We had fun.

I've come to realize that the NY culture has consumed me. I walk by everyday around amazing cars, amazing highrise apartments, and the wealth. I've come to accept that $ does buy happiness. I've come to learn that true love perhaps doesn't exist - true love is a fictionally created concept, but in reality, true love occurs because the girl falls in love with the lifestyle that the husband can afford to her.

It's pretty funny because I could've sworn to myself that I would never become a guy like this, and here I am, admitting this entire fact. I wonder if my old self will every resurrect again.

EDIT: i do have serious issues lately. i don't know where it's originating from. Friend is giving me a serious guilt trip... and I'm glad that I can confide to him about this issue I have.... I think i need to get the fuck out of NY for a bit.

awesome atty bio pics

wtf is wrong with this firm...

http://www.bcm-law.com/Bio/RobertWinston.asp
http://www.bcm-law.com/Bio/MichaelBrandow.asp

Degenerate Friends

In continuation of my drunken incident... below is a convo of my close friend's weekend. Oh how I love having degenerate friends - they bring joy to my life.

Me (11:37:25 PM): hows your weekend
Friend (11:38:11 PM): nice
Friend (11:38:15 PM): it was X's bday
Friend (11:38:25 PM): got trashed at "club"
Friend (11:38:43 PM): "B" ran down the ramp to the metro and broke his knee and shoulder
Me (11:38:11 PM): ...
Friend (11:38:53 PM): otherwise it was a good jackass moment

Quick Question

So... I got piss drunk yesterday, and apparently, I was sniffing my friend's friend's hair... and said her hair smelled really good. I proceeded to call her "shampoo girl". Does this constitute me being a pervert? Please answer seriously, because this may have serious repercussions.

Courageous...

All hats off to BITTER 2L for his stance.

Law Schools - Fraudulent Business

One of my few friends from law school and I had a really long conversation (more than an hour long, and made me feel homosexual for a second) about life (which included a lengthy healthy discussion about the fucked up system of law school itself + how fucking poor you still are even if you make six figures in NYC + how much little $ I would save post graduation in the City that knows how to fuck up the real estate market). After talking to him, and after seeing a fellow Blogger's website, I wrote a long comment. After reading it over (shut it I'm a dork), I decided to make it into an actual post. I think it completely makes sense, and here it goes with some minor revisions thereafter.

You know what's funny about law school (that's not in the Top 15 of the USNWR ranking since pretty much every student will get market jobs)? We're taught to be ethical by disclosing every fucking shit we've done in the past to the character & fitness committee, because we have to have a higher standard of ethics. The funny thing is, law schools (besides the top 10 schools) NEVER EVER disclose the material facts on their employment statistics, that could FULLY inform prospective candidates.

It's absolutely fucking hypocritical, and I want to ask the ABA how/why they don't find this to be just a "tad" bit ironic. We learn in corporations/securities regulations that companies must disclose all MATERIAL facts to potential investors (and would hold the CEO and the lawyer personally liable after the enactment of SOX). Granted, publicly traded securities and law schools are vastly different; but they have many commonalities to them.

First, the average law student racks up at least $100,000 in debt - if that's not a fucking investment, you tell me what that is. Second, as potential law students make choices and expect some kind of return on this "investment", just like any other investors would. Third, there is a market for law schools (supply and demand), just like the stock market itself, or any securities market.

Yet, law schools are allowed to manipulate their employment statistics all they want, and allow misled prospective law students to think that they'll be arguing 1st Amendment rights billing $700/hr (or negotiating the next break-through merger deal that's going to revolutionize a specific industry). It's such bullshit - and I get angry because I was one of those people (read: idiots) that was completely misled by faulty employment statistics. Furthermore, while I was fully aware of the fact that rankings mattered a lot if you weren't in the top 10 law schools, I didn't realize how subjective the grading system was. It's such bullshit, someone needs to step up to the ABA and let the voice of the majority of the law students be heard.

I honestly shouldn't complain, since I'm a 2L and have a "good job" lined up, and that was because I was a "sleazeball" and used one of my networks to get the job. But a good amount of people I know don't, and they weren't "privileged" enough to have the resources to abuse their network resources. And frankly, it pisses me off. It would be different if the law school were to honestly disclose what % of students graduate and are employed by "market-rate" firms, what % of students are in real "clerks" (e.g. not a traffic court), etc, and after full knowledge, the prospective candidate decided to go to the school anyway (it's called assumption of risk).

In all honesty, friend and I were talking... and I have a goal in my mind. I hope that friend is going to stick through with me on this idea. It's ballsy, but I feel that it'll be something for the first time in a long time, I have something to be passionate over.

Douchebaggery Part III

So my "journal" is making all of us stay till 12 tonight for next year's EIC elections. Unbelievable. For the past hour, I've heard of why these "candidates" deserve EIC. Unbelievable. The fact that a fucking journal promotes why people believe they're the shit goes to prove that law school culture embraces douchebaggery. Whatever happened to humbleness?

Here We Go Again.

Is it terrible that EVERY fucking time I hear Pete Yorn somehow, I think of you? Jesus fucking Christ... what the hell do I have to do to get you out of my mind?????

Madness

So after the 1st rounds...

#1 out of 55 people in one of my brackets.

#9 out of 65 people in one of my other brackets.

I should replace Dick Vitale.

W00t!!

Am I a Douchebag? Part II

I had a fucking miserable day.

1) I forgot to charge my iPod so I couldn't listen to my morning jams before work. Trust me, it matters a lot. I need my morning music + venti iced coffee from starbucks (I'm fully aware that I sound like a lil bitch on her period right now)

2) I got into an argument with my roommate via email exchanges from work. The origin of the argument - I joked with him to see if he wanted to get off work and I'll miss class to go golfing. The fact that we got into a huge argument with that was what pissed me off. I felt like I was in a marriage at that point.

3) Stock market - not US, but Asian stock market. Just so I don't narrow my identity, I'll leave it at that, but I lost $2600 in the last 36 hours (I pulled out my stocks fyi).

4) While eating Chipotle's from work, I spilled it on my pants. I had a huge bean stain that looked like diarrhea stain.

5) Continuation from #4, I was clearly foreshadowing going to my school afterwards and having to deal with "nice" law students asking me wtf happened to my pants. I had a script ready to say: I shat myself.

6) I have this GIGANTIC fucking useless litigation going on with some douchebags from Singapore that I got staffed on. These fuckers made my life at work for the last week a burning hell.

7) I was about to just miss school due to 1-6), but I realized I had to stay in late to judge for Moot Court. I was furious that I had to stay at school till 8 with my shit stain on my pants.

All in all, today was AWESOME and GLORIOUS. Now moving on to my new topic:


In continuation of the *project* I set out forth (see below post - I'm conducting a research to see what qualifies one as a douchebag in law school), I have come across a very interesting article posted by Barely Legal almost a year ago. In sum, the post discusses 20 things not to do to make sure you're not a douchebag. I'm going to be honest in answering these 20 "tips"/"questions" from my memory of what I was like my first year. Bolded part is my reply to this 20 point checklist. The general rule: if I answer to the affirmative on more than 10, I will consider myself a d-bag.

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20 Tips to Avoid Being A Douchebag in Law School....

We have been getting lots of requests lately from anxious 1Ls-to-be, asking for advice on a variety of topics, from “how close should I live to school” to “what is the best method to highlight my casebooks”. My advice to them is not nearly as narrow as their questions. Simply put, I tell them not to go. Sadly, these folks don’t realize that if they are asking me for law school advice, things probably aren’t going to work out quite like they hope. But if they refuse to listen to me, and insist on starting school in the fall, I will dispense one crucial piece of advice: Don’t be a douchebag. Here’s how:

1) Don’t ask random bloggers about how to highlight your casebooks.

Did not do this. I didn't even know blogs existed until I came to law school.

2) Don’t be the person at orientation talking about how you have already done the reading for the first day.

Did not do this. I didn't realize that we had an assignment in the first place. I thought that it was like undergrad where professors introduce who they are, and we go around introducing ourself, and class ends. Needless to say, my first class (Contracts) ever in law school - I was the FIRST one (imagine that) to get called on. I still remember the question: "Mr. X, what is the only state that has not adopted the UCC?" Trust me, I'll forever know the answer to that question (Louisiana).

3) Actually, don’t read for the first day of class before orientation starts.

Did not do this.

4) Don’t make a color coded graph of when you are going to study and for what. And if you do, please, don’t share it with other people. (Seriously, I actually was subjected to a detailed explanation of someone’s study plan at orientation.)
No. However, I know of many OCDs who do this regularly.

5) The following words should never leave your mouth: “I pulled an all-nighter at the library”; “I started outlining after the first week”; “I started outlining after the first month”; “I started outlining before Thanksgiving Break”; “My outline is longer than yours.”
"I started outlining before Thanksgiving Break" - yes, I did this and said this. Damn it, that's 1.

6) Don’t announce your intentions to be on Law Review, even if it’s the one goal that would make your life complete.
I didn't announce this, but I thought of it. Does that count? Shit.... Let's say this is 2 just because I thought like a douchebag.

7) And don’t “coincidently” buddy up to 2Ls on Law Review either. Your intentions couldn’t be more obvious if you sent them a dozen roses and a pair of your underwear.
No. But I did think for a second of wanting to bang this one chick on LR so I tried talking to her. Didn't work out too well.

8) Don’t go introduce yourself to your professors. They don’t care who you are, nor should you want them to know who you are.
No. But wait... I did go to office hours to ask about Erie Doctrine for Civ Pro... does that count? 3.

9) Don’t wear work clothes to school unless you either just came from work or are going directly to work. No one is impressed.
I wore timbs and jeans with my hoodie to class. Now, I have to dress like a dick because I go to class straight from work M-Thurs.

10) Unless you have had major surgery on your back, do not buy a rolling book suitcase thing. If you can’t carry your books on your back, hit the gym.
No.

11) Don’t have a douchebaggy name like Jordon, Jacob, Moiz, Kyle, or Ethan. Seriously consider a name change.
Ha. FAAAAARR from it. trust me.

12) Don’t email us and announce your intentions to start a blog and become our successors. If we had a dollar for every time someone did this, we’d have enough to buy one of each item on the McDonald’s Extra Value menu.
No. But I do give you credit for giving me the 20 checklist guideline of what douchebags in law school consists of.

13) Don’t brag about having lunch with your professor.
Nope.

14) In fact, don’t have lunch with professors.
Had to. First year - my professor held a brown bag session for our small section. That's 4... getting there.

15) Don’t raise your hand and arrogantly give the professor an answer. You came here to learn the law, don’t act like you already know it. You don’t know shit.
5. I do this - I admit, but only when professors themselves are saying dogshit material that's filled with bias of socialism with a hint of Mao Ze Dong's Red Book.

16) Don’t wear your fraternity shirts to law school. I don’t care how great your Kappa Sigma Fall 2004 Annual Moonlight Semiformal Barn Dance was; now you just look like a tool.
I was in a frat and I de-activated myself after a year. Does it look like I would?

17) Do not refer to books like One L, or Law School Confidential for guidance. Even if you have read these books, never ever, when a situation arises, say “Well, inOne L, Turow says…”
Nope.

18) Do not, under any circumstances, raise your hand when there are five minutes or fewer left in class. And if someone who routinely does this should happen to get struck by a car, his classmates cannot be blamed if they don’t rush to his aid.
6. I did this once (don't ask.. I got tramped on by my classmates afterwards, and thereafter became a loner)

19) BarBri will try to get you to reserve your seat as a 1L. Keep walking. It’s probably a good idea to make sure you can pass first year classes before you start worrying about the bar exam.
7. I signed up the second week.

20) Finally, don’t be the person that schleps the Westlaw water bottles the size of a big gulp around all the time, and causes a huge backup at the water fountain because it takes seven minutes to fill. Just because it's free doesn't mean you have to use it. Save a shred of dignity.
Nope.

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All in all, I'm almost a douchebag. But so far, not yet there. I need more studies to do...

Just Another Anti-Law School Bash

Am I a hypocrite for thinking that a majority of law students are d-bags? My thought comes from the fact that I'm absolutely judgmental toward a substantial majority of the law student population.

After blogging around, I see that I'm not alone. But audience, let's take a step back - aren't we at times being hypocrites calling law students d-bags? I mean, at that same time, those kids could be calling us d-bags. So I think I'm really trying to analyze what about these d-bags makes them d-bags. In other words, what qualities do these d-bags possess that I think I can distinguish myself, so as to not call myself for being a hypocrite for thinking I'm "that much better" than these other law students.

I think this is going to be a long-term project. In the meantime, I may stop calling out so many ppl d-bags. I think it's much more of the environment of law school itself. I thought I was a minority when I thought that LS was just like HS, but after seeing some few blogs, I realized that perception isn't a minority perspective. Do I think I'm more mature than a lot of these people? Not really - I admit, I'm a goofyass kid. Those who know me that I'm almost as immature as it gets. One blog I was reading had a theory - the environment that LS is makes it such that HS is an appropriate analogy - you have proms, you have events where alcohol is a prerequisite, etc. I think this in turn, createas cliques, which breeds in it of itself, the result product of douche + bags.

Ok, so why the all of a sudden introspection? I come from a religious background where I was taught not to be judgmental (catholic + protestant). I try to uphold by that principle of not judging someone by his cover, but it's really hard when you see the environment being so cliquey.

I was talking to one of my friends (who betrayed me and left to another school), and we were wondering how law school is so especially douchebaggery. Is it the potential lawyer's mindset of being a douche? I don't know...

Edit: I';m in the school library and someone just found out I blogged. Will continue this post later.

Edit: Damn it, my identity has been revealed to one person.... but that one person, rest assured me that he'd keep it a secret - i HOPE so buddy....

WGWAG

I have to admit, I'm a fan of AutoAdmit.com, otherwise known as XOXOhth [insert Trademark logo here], otherwise known as "the Most Prestigious Law School Discussion Board". I've been a fan of it since my friend's referral, and the few friends I have in law school (four, to be exact) and I speak on AutoAdmit's languages via aim (I know, as autoadmit posters would say, I'm a troller).

E.g.: TITCR = This is the credited response, P3WNED = self-explanatory, CGWBT = Caucasian girl with big t..., HTH = Hope this helps (or some variations of it, HTFH = hope this f*ckin helps), etc.

Though I never post stuff on it (I was tempted to once), I thoroughly enjoy reading it during Con Law. One of the most recent developments on the thread (besides its huge publicity for bashing on females and objectifying them) is this one dumbass poster - his alias is superstudyasian. All he talks about is WGWAG = White girls with Asian guys. Seriously, that's all he talks about. For example, he could start a thread on T14 schools with most WGWAG, and develop some variations on it. At first, it was funny - I'm Asian, and it really is interesting as to why there are no variations from white girls dating Asian guys. Then, his posts just got annoying. If I ever meet him, I want to stab this guy in the face - he's the fucking reason why we get such bad reputation. God forbid, I really hope he really isn't Asian.

Anyways, one good thing I learned from that post was that Asian guys have a huge negative stereotype. And to a certain extent, I absolutely agree with it - not a day goes by where I thought I should've gone into Finance. My roommate works at an investment bank, and trust me - his bank, and trust me, his group at least is OWNED by Indians and Asians (read: Chinese), with the exception of the MDs, who are predominantly Jews (but which fields do Jews not run?).

Some stereotypes that I agree are true:

1) We're shy - yes. We keep things to ourselves, and try not to stand out. Counterpoint: we don't want to look like toolbags and the douchebags that are oh-so plentiful in any law schools (typically an annoying hessidic Jew or a Liberal who idolizes Hitler/Stalin, or a washed up Jock). Of course, when I have alcohol ingested in me and my inhibitions are completely destroyed, I become like those toolbag whiteboys.

2) We're nerds - yes. I fully blame (read: thank) my parents and any orthodox asian families for valuing education. In the retrospect, is it really our fault that we were raised in an environment where education was a top priority? To let you ignorant fools in persepctive, one of the MAIN reasons Asian immigrants existed in the first place was to let their future children obtain an education the parents could never obtain.

3) Asian guys are shy around girls - yes (for me at least). This, is why the title is WGWAG. This is not necessarily a good thing. In my defense, I did date a white girl last summer. It turned out sour. I haven't even bothered trying looking for anything serious thereafter. But one thing I'm actually trying to figure out is why I don't have the "balls" to not give a fuck and just go hit on any living vagina out there. This I will try to change. I live in New York for god fucking crying out loud, and conservatively, there's at least 2 million women in this 10-mile raduis of Manhattan. But it's actually kind of hard.. I honestly don't know why - my friends (non-Asian) always ask me why I'm a fucking prude. And I can't answer them, I don't know why. My goal - to grow some fucking balls... this leads to the next point.

4) Asian guys have small penises: whoever fuckhead decided the origin of this myth needs to die. Trust me, at least I know myself that I'm well endowed (yes, I've been told numerously). So I don't fucking know how this myth came about.

That leads to my next question: to any non-Asian ladies reading this post, is it true that you guys would never want to sleep with an Asian male? Are we, just being Asian alone, at a clear disadvantage in being on equal footing with other males? Honest replies helpful. Thank you.

Hypocrite

I'm really the last person to say.. "shame on you" for being disloyal. I've had my share in the past - and I ended up hurting and breaking into pieces the one person that I actually thought I loved.

I had my share of being in such BS with a woman, that I got completely burnt out and turned away from the women mindsets (do they even have a logically functioning mind, or is it just emotionally compelled/driven?) So when I hang out with girls, I'm honest with them about my point of view - they sometimes ask me if I was ever in a serious relationship, I tell them yes, but because of my past problems (note: 11 incidental problems) with commitment, I think I made her hate me for the rest of my life. The woman typically, thereafterwards, nags at me (note: if it's an asian girl, she nags at me 4x more than the average girl would).

Now that I've told you the background, let me get down to the main story, what happened last night. Because I stopped doing drugs (voluntarily), I started drinking about.. conservatively speaking, 5x more so than before. So me and friend go out. Friend has a serious boyfriend, and is doing some coast-to-coast long distance relationship.

Before we go drinking, we hang out at a coffee shop. She tells me about a guy that has been seriously liking her. Our plan is to i) go to this ghetto club and then ii) go to my friend's bday party (where that guy will be present in). Anyways, back at the coffee shop, she tells me about how he wants her more than friends, while knowing all to well shes metaphorically engaged. Not only do I not understand that sleazyness (oh wait, I can't say anything about that - I was grinding with this friend for hours at a club 2 months ago... but that's for another time), but Friend literally told me: "I can't do this.. I need to stop. This is just going to get awkward." So I asked her what her plan was; her reply: "I just need to stop being nice to him and not send any signs to him whatsoever." I reply back: "fair enough."

We head out to our first destination - a black club. We drink some, we bump heads, we drink a bit more. We now end to our second destination - it's a filth-placed bar in midtown east. I hate why bars allow their place to fill up to the point that you can't even move. Ok, so here we are - I say hi to my friends while she goes upstairs to say hi to her "admirer". She comes back down, we drink more - to be specific, 4 goose/tonic EACH (this whole abstinence from drugs is really making me an alcoholic). Yes, we're intoxicated... we're talking, having fun. Then it begins.

I go to the bathroom to take a leak. I pee. I come out. I see a cute asian girl, I try talking to her - but I think I got rejected. I come back down. I can't find her. I go back upstairs - I see her. Holding hands with "admirer" with her arms around him as well. I smirk to myself, head back downstairs. I chat with my friends for a bit, I think for like 30 minutes. I go back up, and I see that she's all over him.

At that point, I don't know why, but I got really annoyed. I realized why: GIRLS ARE FUCKING HYPOCRITES. You whores bitch about guys being sleazy, yet you're the same whores that can't stop yourself from being unfaithful with your own metaphorically engaged boyfriend(s).

Needless to say, once this realization, I left. I texted her to not do anything she'd regret.

She called me today. I ignored her. She left me a voicemail. I didn't return her call. She sent me an e-mail. I didn't reply back. I think she needs to realize her hypocrisy before ever talking to me again.

Continuation

This is retarded. I got a new computer and I lost my password for my previous site. Thank goodness there were no incriminating materials on that previous entry or I definitely would've been f-ed. Moral of the Story: never ever leave out any identifiable information on public blogs.

So let's get this ball rolling...

For those that want to get the most information out of me: I'm a 2nd year law student living in NYC. As the title reads, I'm Asian (if you want, you can go fantasize who this could possibly be out of the 11 NY/NJ metro law schools - conservatively speaking, there's about 30 asians per class. so 30 x 11 = 330. Congratulations, you have narrowed the field down).