Friday, November 30, 2007


I'm so happy
cause today
I found my friends
they're in my head
I'm so ugly
But that's ok.
'Cause so are you. We've broke our mirrors.
Sunday morning. Is everyday for all I care.
And I'm not scared.

-Kurt Cobain sang to me
(the rest of the song is inapplicable, but its just too funny to put it out)

That's exactly how i felt last Sunday.
I tagged along shopping O2 stealth for Zack (that girl finally upgraded) and Sony mp3 for Nenet. Babies.

We went to Digimall, ss14, close enough to my alma mater to brim me up full of childhood memories. i love PJ so much, Bubu kita beli rumah kat SS3, k?

While on the way back, I saw her car coming out of her house and I was so happy that I straightaway stopped the car at the roadside to say hi (oblivious to the risk that she might take me in as a total stranger and didn't recognise me at all).

The first thing she said to me was this: what took you so long to find me?

Made me feel guilty straightaway.

We went different ways after primary school, I moved to Subang, and she went for Sri Aman. When i met her last Sunday, I almost didn't recognise her (aiyo. So ladylike already). She's an architect now, while we exchanged business cards, we weren't surprised as we had always known what we wanted to be.

It has been more than 10 years since the last time we met: at her house during raya haji, we went out to Nadim's house (the de facto minister's son~ why should we acknowledge him as one??) in 1994. That was it.

I learnt my ways of friendship from the first memory of having her as my first bestfriend.
She taught me how to eat mouthful of tissue, how to be adventurous (we climbed so many "mountains" together), how to look adventurous (carved out the thumb hole out of your socks to make a rugged glove), how to be bookish (we wrote silly poems about boys), easily put: how to be the best tomboys.

This is Hasni for you.
I miss my childhood,... but I don't regret anything.



Wednesday, November 28, 2007

gocoh video, umno gedebe

Hmm. Somehow his manners reminds me of the whole gang.
Gedebe for them, is genetics, apparently.

No wonder they support mat rempit all the way.
They have interest in those young lads, oooh potential pemuda.

Pemuda pemudi saudara saudari cikebom cikebom.


Tuesday, November 27, 2007

strings that tie to you

From the wrinkles on my forehead
To the mud upon my shoe
Everything's a memory
With strings that tie to you

In my dream I'm often running
To the place that's out of you
Of every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you

Though a change has taken place
And I no longer do adore her
Still every God forsaken place is always
Right around the corner

Now I know it's either them or me
So I'll bury every clue
And every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you

And every kind of memory
With strings that tie to you

Inspired from my favourite movie.
Got it replayed again and again on the flight to South Africa.
Yah was the one who said me and K are both living evidence of Clem and Joel.
Well, only if I colour my hair blue... (I might you know,Damaris knows well the daredevil in me)

Dearest K,
babes, you're my miracle.

I don't want to be Clementine, I don't want to erase you.(why should I?)
No matter how silly my Joel is to me. (Hahaha)

Everything I see is you. And I see you in everything.
Deep inside, you know, I will always love you.


Monday, November 26, 2007

what will our children remember?

This is not in Iraq.
Not Palestine.

But here in Jalan Ampang.
In Malaysia.

Welcome to Malaysia 2007.

I know I've been selective to peaceful demonstrations (having chaffed by the SB as a curious schoolgirl during the 1998 Reformasi.) but I'd ALWAYS believe in the People's Voice.

I didn't join the demo this time simply because I needed my sleep and even missed Legal Aid's programme that fateful Sunday morning. The real reason must be because the Hindraf call is only to address the economic and social neglect of the Hindu / Indian community, and not the fate of all underprivileged, deprived and marginalised Malaysians, regardless of race.

(I don't quite concur with the way Hindraf leaders espouse their cause, but I respect the personal dignity of Hindraf supporters)

But this.
This is getting too much.

UMNO leaders must be really embarrassed.
What. In Malaysia? Racial riot??

People are in unity with each other only if they are happy with each other.
People are in unity against each other because they are not.

p/s: I was away for the weekend on a short trip with some friends. For Nasreen's wedding. The journey to and fro was fun + hilarious, which understandably the reason that it consumed the normal 5 hours journey to somewhat 8 hours journey to Alor Star.
We made it to Tony's home sweet home for the night, embarrassed to arrive at 3 a.m, still fresh from laughing.

I wish Nasreen and Zul a happy family life.

Now I can live to tell that I've witnessed a bollywood wedding here in Malaysia =)


Saturday, November 24, 2007

drama drama all the way

After being told not to drive to KL for the EGM (thanks Sasha~ever the reliable source of information), (road closure where? Jalan Binjai??? Of all places!) the best alternative is, apart from inviting dejavu feeling, to get on the LRT straight to Ampang Park.

Oh Boy. I really like trains.
It's like watching free short films just being in one.

I was having fun watching dramas (awek pukul boyfren), (awek merajuk), (boyfren tak heran) and few advertisements (mamat pakai Bose headphone), (mamat flicked out his new PDA), (mamat played game and PDA being snatched by a passing thief) and few news line (pakcik reading Times magazine), (pakcik was muttering loudly "yes yes nuclear power is our prerogative" while looking very suspiciously Iranian).

I should have guessed that the whole day yesterday was my drama day.
I was joined later by two Drama Queens Miss Sasha and Miss Aliza, and after awhile, sitting upfront facing my boss during the EGM, I realised that our profession is invaded by Drama Kings and Queens.

Lo, behold: the Kingdom of Drama in the Drama State.


Oh well, you don't expect me to report what the EGM was all about.

You can always read it at The Bar Web.
But if you insist.

(In a whizz):

More than 1500 turned up, yes the currypuff was good~ eh oh, Sivarasa and Malik's motion was passed, unsurprisingly, and Suppiah's was rejected.

In a way I do understand Suppiah's concerns, but it is a bit too far fetched if you are to investigate the 58 ballot papers and the phantoms ballots.


The Bar Council has resolved to urge the judiciary to take a more proactive role in supporting the Bar's quest for judicial reforms.

And other resolutions passed today included the continuous pressure on the government to set up a judicial appointment commission and an internal issue on the Bar Council elections.

However, a motion to move a 'symbolic one-hour boycott of the courts' was adjourned in good faith pending the findings of the royal commission.

And I suppose, there are just people who didn't have any point to bring up but to bring up themselves to our attention that it made the whole thing took nearly 5 hours that kak Lat's motion was duly postponed for the next agm.

And there are always people who are very rules and procedural, and our Pres madam chairman handled everything smoothly (and she did make space for everyone who wants to speak

Ambiga: We;re giving you a chance to speak
Mr. Somebody: No, I don't want to be given a chance to speak! It's my legal rights for freedom of speech.

Sheeesh. Lawyers.

I couldn't help but laughing for the good jokes and imitations one gentleman from Ipoh made. He successfully made his point that when the lawyers walk, indeed, there must be wrong. But when the lawyers talk, there must be something wrong with the Bar~didn't really made his audience tickle as the hall went quiet.

yeah. You can say that too "when young lawyers walk out, things must be boring"

Hey, we left just about time when the meeting was about to end. Ok la.

Oh, leaving this afternoon to Alostaq with Radzlan driving. With Aliza and Tony.
Pray for our safe journey ya!


Friday, November 23, 2007

he's still smiling after gettin the sack

If you see him in Barbados sipping vodka, you know I know we know that he's one sly coach!

Aww come on! your team is even worse than a team that has snow on their fields! you know that doesn't make any sense, pity your passionate people!give em some face.

And to us MALAYSIANS, you know that our place is sunny all year round with perfect greens, this message goes like this: stop being so bloody lazy and you know merempit can actually damage your brains and your body mechanics! Save our national football!!!!!!!!


boo hoo England!

Serves you right.
For a team that thinks so much of themselves.

(Not even worth mentioning in this post of mine, so I won't tell you the details)

But oh, the feeling! Padan muka perasan bagus hahahhahahaa.
You thought God was on you side while Israel let you, but now its obvious things happen for a reason: for you to be a laughing stock.

Oh me going to the Bar Council EGM at 3 pm.
Shall keep you updated.


Thursday, November 22, 2007


Got m.c yesterday, went back home straight after court and slept the whole day.

Nenet the little angel took care of us both while Mom went to work; Yah just underwent an eye operation and I ended up with some funny fever plus backache plus headache. (Please pray for Yah. She's going for another op tomorrow). So Nenet, the short, sweet tempered little girl took care of two whining sickly sibs of hers. Told you she's a little angel.

Apparently now the Doctor told me that I'm allergic to two things:

1. painting
2. milk

Now I've an excuse.
Not that I like painting or drinking milk. But funny how the doctor found out I was doing both that caused me an m.c.

Not that I'm dying to go to work. Hehehe.

Look what I found on the internet yesterday while I was sick (and still surfing the internet. For your pleasure really): A cat with two face, and three eyes.

He's looking for a new owner.
Ein, interested?
This kitten is even scarier than the siamese cat, man.


Monday, November 19, 2007

painting red white.

Bloody. Tiring. I. Tell. You.
At one point I felt like pouring the whole paint on the walls.

Spent the whole Sunday painting my bedroom white.
Boring colour yes I know but have you tried sleeping in a Blinding Bright Red room?

If you can fall asleep, I can assure the next morning you'll have a minor heart attack.
Or dizziness.
Or crankiness.

Thank you nenet for helping out. =)
You're my rahmah.


Sunday, November 18, 2007

love tags


I just came back from Muna's wedding. She looked so happy (she had always been pretty. What lucky guy) and so much in love, them lovebirds.

Here's to you, my dear usrah mate, Muna and hubby : may your love reach and guide you to Jannah! and pray that we be happy neighbours, all of us that we love! ameen.

Play the game and make your sister happy.

Been tagged by the raccoon Zakiah. You're right. So gonna spill on Ethan Hawke.

1. The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.
2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.

3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
4. If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.
5. Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT. (- ____ -)

1. Something like the above looking man.
Ehehe. "Antenna" ears and a troubled, nerdy look. Long hairs such a turn off for me. I like em short cropped. Need not be drop dead gorgeous, but as long as he acts "cute", that is all that it takes.

2. Definitely not a Kelantanese businessman.
Hahaha he must be a family man.

3. Soft spoken and not necessarily funny. Just charming. That'll do.

4. The one that thinks one woman is enough for him. And sees every woman in her.

5. The one that imagines growing old with the wife and actually loves that idea of laughing and giggling romatic old couple, holding hands.

6. Has his own serious hobby/sports. It's just so cute, when his face gets intense with concentration. (Would be a plus if he's riding a super bike) Macho nya.

7. A good protector. Even if it means getting wet to shelter me from the the rain. Definitely means that he's protecting me from vices and bad things, too. yup, some kinda bodyguard. Aku pelik gila laki2 yg tinggalkan bini dia jauh ke belakang. (Terpengaruh dengan cerita A love to Kill kot).

8. Must be Khalis =)

I tag:
any 8 people lah. I'm sure my friends are lazy like me. Hahaha


Saturday, November 17, 2007

we are all in the animal farm

I don't know, I just felt its bloody rude to award something so condescending, even if it is meant for good.

So Khir Toyo adopted the 'look to the east' principle and copy-cated Japanese working style of awarding used jeans, torn slippers to the worst employee/department/etc. But Toyo should understand, The Japanese Working People is different.

They actually Work.
And if they get caught not doing Work, it's only natural if they get chastised.

While I do imply the Work standards in our beloved country is never at par with our friendly Nippons, I must say Toyo must have a lot of nerve to award such things (if you consider his quality of Works, too).

(Oh and yes, local council is not within his jurisdiction pun.
It belongs to Housing Ministry.
So you see... he's awarding to a pbt within his state, but that pbt is with the federal gomen. Aiyoh this people.)

Well I still can't see any broom-stastic improvement in the State of Selangor, if you ask me, I live in Subang USJ (short for U-suka-Jem), and Shah Alam Court is still fantastic, and poor people in Kuala Selangor is still poor.

Though I must admit that there is improvement in err commercial sector like the billboards suddenly emerging out of where old trees used to be and the fact that bukit gasing is spinning away its green is as good as the facial improvement on Toyo's face; licin, tegang dan putih.

before and after

Its good he realises that as a Minister, one must always potray the best in him. Even when it means a lot of vitamin C injection, but no matter. Beauty is personal, but we would love to see our state as pretty as well. You're beautiful.

If you ask me, it seems we live in a zoo.
Or too make it sound familiar to some of us, an animal farm.
We live in a boundary we can not escape, though we love to, but we love our free food and beds of hays.
Hey, we worked our lives for it, whaaat.

It don't matter how shitty or freaking dry the farm is, the big boss Napolean will always know what to do.
With their watchful dogs, we do our own Work.
And get a broom if we're lucky enough to get their attention.
Yeap, we can eat that broom if we get hungry.

And one monkey, managed to escape, and living happily in Russia, where no farms can exist.
Well not like our farm. Lucky one, that kid.


Thursday, November 15, 2007

sentimen anti-k

P/s: aku bukan anti mana pon, tapi saja no.
Would love to make Haundem laugh and let the rest of you know how others view the usual under fire Malaysian #1 son in law in truly different light.


We're talking about this guy.

And I laugh all the way reading this blog.
sorry, its nothing personal.
Just bad politics.
And good jokes.
And bad candid photos.

I think I've heard nadia martin in unapologetic tone telling adib, that he is also referred to as budak hitam. (As well other quirky but appropriate callsigns: lidah pendek, takde tengkuk etc. U have to praise nad for being so original.)
Same theory, eh nad? or you've met the blogger?
Keh keh keh.


current state

p/s: I was sooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired last night and I didn't have the chance of summarising my day to anyone that matters (to me mom and him, sorry) and maybe I was inspired by reading Liverpool's news roundup that today's blog is fashioned is such a way.

current mood: devastated. (exaggerated, I know).

Was supposed to go for a matter this morning, having prepared loads of case
(I hate doing research. Period) last night last minute.
Rushed to Sg Buloh to meet Asma to pick up her robe (I should be getting my own, I know). Weaved in and out the disastrous traffic jam in the Damansara area (don't you think it's funny how a little rain can mess up KL people life and so gives them an excuse to cause a jam).
All that trouble when the matter is not going on this morning.
I feel like strangling somebody.

current read: Sweetness in the belly by Camilla Gibbs.
I was browsing in mph last Saturday, contemplating to buy Cecilia Ahern's p.s I love you when I changed my mind last minute at the casher. I do not regret my curiosity about how a white girl can end up in a mystical sufi surrounding in Africa and becomes a Muslim, or rather how the author genuinely potray the sincerity of such people that everyone else in the world calls terrorists. Nice.

current mobile provider: Digi and Celcom.
I have two handphones, but I found myself using Digi more and more. It's reasonably cheap and Celcom is just too sengkek. I'm still using and keeping the Celcom to avoid the wrath of friends complaining but I will not topup. ("dia ni tuka2 number tiap bulan, menyampah tau")

current music: Timbaland Shock Value
A change from the usual rock number. Seriously this guy is one hella of a composer. But I don't favour the hip-hop sound so much, so I might be getting Shock Value the instrumental. Hey, I heard it is available, kan apis?

current ride: bakri (d'uh)
tayar dah botak. Oh well, that Civic hybrid have to wait. Have to pool some money for something more significant, and a new car fits the same purpose as Bakri gets me from point A to point B. Albeit rather slowly.

current news: bersih rally (yawn)
My friends studying abroad are all hyped up about this yellow fever, much to my annoyance.
Really, its good that they join the spirit, but I doubt they join the suffering.
It's not a fashion show la kids. It's a serious matter. Jangan nak poyo2.
Kudos to the "real" people who walked to Istana Negara and those who honked in support =) (hey they suffered in the two hours long traffic jam. Its a miracle if you can still smile and understand).

current politics: umno menggelabah
with the election is around the corner, they're trying to patch things up and gives us All-Malaysian poster boy and sends him to outer space. In reality, that bloke is a space tourist, while the poor people still exists (watch TV3 bersamamu) and Malaysians are not stupid to differentiate between true efforts or blatant lies.
(eg Not just by paying tickets to the moon, for there must be a research centre, with complete aero-engineer to built our own space sship/shuttle whatnot. The way Proton started to built their own research centre when their sales dropped and drooped. Haha)

Yes, they can marshall more than 10,000 of their people.
But I'm sure it involves nasi bungkus, kuih muih, mineral water and something else.

current state of home: renovating and I miss my lil sib
It's been a week. I sure hope its a good work done, and our home is relatively quiet without the funny whale, the rascal raccoon and the green monkey/froggie.

current health: good but not tip-top
I feel the fasting month is giving me the backhand now I feel sluggish as I eat too much.
Every other meal is a mcd, carl's jr, kfc, pizza hut, kuaytiow kerang, nasi lemak sambal kerang,k erang bakar,kerang rebus.......!
Zaza~! kita jog ahad ni!


Wednesday, November 14, 2007

being the lucky scatterbrained of the day

I got out of bed at 9 a.m
Dreamily remembering
the romantic conversation
I had with my dearest
late at night I slept at 2 a.m

Had my breakfast
of nasi goreng
and sunny side up
with lingam chili sauce.

Drove slowly to work, enjoying the massive traffic jam
throughout the Federal highway.
Waited for parking
and arrived at work at approx. 10.30 a.m.

Switched on the pc.
Logged in friendster and esnips.
Downloaded perfect circle's blue (that's a song, not some porno material).
And then resumed to yesterday's work
researching on some joinder of co-defendants issues
on the Lexis and

I even took my time
munching on priya's murukku
she made on the eve of diwali.
Sedap sedap.

Then Francis came on or about 12 noon
and asked me the soalan cepu emas:

What happened to today's matter

w.h.a.t m.a.t.t.e.r??

Oh my God oh my oh my oh my
Yup folks, I'd totally forgotten it.
*Minus the fact that the file is a total mess, with so much applications, so many dates to keep up!

Not playing the cool cat anymore, I'd totally panicked
almost grabbed my car keys and ran as fast as i could
but I managed to call the court while doing so
and I was then informed that the court has vacated today's date and no attendance today is necessary as the notice was put up.



Monday, November 12, 2007

my two cents


I'm at present time doing an urgent research on a joinder issue yada yada yada got injunction hearing tomorrow boss wants me to swallow the whole lexis for at least one good case but I can't for the life of me stop thinking about the (im)moral values of a roman chic named Octavia.

The whole hbo's rome shows that even in the oldest politically civilised nation, the question of morality is not something that they can easily control. The higher someone climbs the social ladder, the more prone he is to licentiousness and corruption whatnots.
The whole idea of being the guardian citizen is for that drama series, ironically, is to unguard the inner anomie but pretending that the whole idea of righteousness should be adhered to each and every citizen.

Confirm bukan mengikut contoh melalui tauladan.

Oh the girl. Right right.

Octavia of the Julii belongs to a noble family (noble by name, really, not by behaviour) and was a good daughter, good sister and a good wife by the roman standard she is, a person of ethical thinking and good deeds.

She takes no interest in politics, for it seems forever in Rome is the root to all evil.
Until the political scenario seeps into her personal life, expectedly as she is a noble, by her mother Atia, the bitch who seemingly tirelessly plotting and scheming her ways to protect her social stature. (Funny because she is Julius Caesar's wife,shouldn't be a problem, but I guess greed and power maketh the best of friends, yes?)

Octavia was a good daughter, until she discovered that her mother was the mastermind behind her husband's murder. In desperation, she sought solace into her mother's enemy Servilla of the Junii. And to Servilla she serves as a spy for Servilla to plot for Julius Caesar's downfall.

Octavia was a good wife until her husband death made her lonely as desperate enough to become the lesbian partner of Servilla.

Octavia was a good sister, until her hatred towards her mother and loyalty to her lesbian partner led to a incestuous relationship with her baby brother.

I pity these type of people, who have no choice but to get even.
I know that even by getting even with evil is, evil itself but really, what can Octavia do?
I'm sure there's octavia in everyone we see everyday; but what would you do?

Cornered and angry, the only way out is to retaliate.
Or is it not.

My two cents?
Thank God my mother is not Atia!


joke of the year

I usually read my daily comic at in mornings for a bit of laugh before I start the day, my favourite would always be Dilbert and singleandlooking. But this morning, I think it's selfish of me if I watched this clip all by myself. And I urge you to share with your fellow Malaysians, this is how a minister raps.

I give you, our own funnyman, Zam, making a fool out of himself:

Transcript of Malaysia's Information Minister's interview with Al Jazeera News on the Bersih Protest.

Minister: I commend yo-yo-your journalists trying to project... to exaggerate more than what actually happened. That-that-that-that's it. We are not the-the and I-I congratulate your journalists behaving like an actor, that-that's it...

Reporter: As you say that, sir, we're watching scenes of protesters being sprayed by chemical-filled water!

Minister: YA! I am watching! I'm here! You've been trying... trying to do it this - to do this everywhere but in Malaysia people are allowed to, you know? We know our police head our colleague... Police have whatever allowed the procession to go to the Istana Negara, you know? Do police, first police, like, they handle them, they attack them, they... the police don't, don't, don't fire anybody?

Reporter: Our correspondent came back to the office, sir, with chemicals in his eyes!

Minister:You-you-you-you are here with the idea, you are trying to project, what is your mind! You think that we Pakistan, we are Burma, we are Myanmar. Everything you-you are thinking! WE ARE DIFFERENT! We are totally different!

Reporter: Well unfortunately when you refuse to let people protest, it does appear so.

Minister: Ya ya we are not like you! You-you have earlier perception, you come here, you want to project us like undemocratic country. This a democratic country!

Reporter: So why can't people protest then, if it's a democratic country?

Minister: YES, PEOPLE PROTEST! People do-do... of course they protest. We are allowing them protest, and they have demonstrated. But we just trying to disperse them, and then later they-they-they don't wanna disperse, but later our police compromise. They have compromised and allowed them to proceed to Istana Negara! Police, our police have succeeded in handling them gently, right? Why do you report that? You take the opposition, someone from opposition party you ask him to speak. You don't take from the government, right?

Reporter: Why did you not break up these protests...

Minister: Pardon? Pardon? Pardon?

Reporter: Why did you not break up these protests more peacefully?

Minister: I can't hear you! I can't hear you!

Reporter: Why did you not break up these protests more peacefully?

Minister: No we-we are! We... this protest is illegal! We don't want..this... the... NORMALLY...

Reporter: OK, so let me return to my former question. Why is this protest illegal?

Minister: YA! It's a illegal protest because we have the election in Malaysia. It's no-no point on having a protest! We are allowing to every election... every five years never fail! We are not our like, like Myanmar, not like other country. And, and you are helping this. You Al-Jazeera also is helping this, this forces. The, you know, these forces who are not in passion, who don't believe in democracy!

Reporter: Alright, many thanks for joining us.

Minister: I don't, ya, you, Al-Jazeera, this is, is Al-Jazeera attitude. Right?

and you thought apart from lawyers, politicians are supposed to be articulate.
Er. Not really for both.
I'm not.
But then again, I'm not a minister.


Sunday, November 11, 2007

join to inspire, watch and be inspired

Watch the two videos.
And you thought pak lah's era won't invite any reason for people to do demo.
More so.

I guess they were inspired by the walk for justice, eh?


today is 10th november

remember remember remember.


The people have prevailed

Well, it looks that the information Minister will have to eat his own words.
He will have to believe what he sees.
His eyes are not playing tricks.

It is indeed true that concerned Malaysians did turn up in their thousands to demand for clean and fair elections.

They were not intimidated by the heavy presence of the police and the FRU; they were not discouraged by the water cannons or the riot police with their shields
and batons.

These are brave Malaysians who have had enough of the arrogance of the powers-that- be. They are here to demonstrate to the democratic world that there are Malaysians who are prepared to stand up and march for justice.

In his arrogance, the Minister of Information sneered,
“Do you believe thousands of people will be coming for the rally?
Don’t be so silly as to be taken in by them,”
he said, adding that even the Umno annual meeting could not gather such a number of people.

Well Zam, what have you to say now?
These are ordinary people who don’t need to be enticed with pocket money,transport and nasi bongkus.

When you genuinely walk for justice, you are driven by noble ideals and propelled by sincerity.

It is this commitment to the values that we hold dearly that has brought out people in solidarity to raise an issue and to state a point.

What has Nazri to say about this mammoth crowd who braved the rain and faced the risks involved and displayed an indomitable spirit to seek justice and right the wrong?

He had haughtily dismissed the crowd of 2,000 odd lawyers who also had marched in an attempt to stop the rot in the judiciary as being in the minority.

Well, Nazri if you had dared to persuade the police to allow the proposed march to proceed unhindered, then you would have witnessed a crowd that would have been bigger than the Kesas Highway gathering.

It is because the Barisan government does not want the people of Malaysia to witness how upset and unhappy many Malaysians are, that is the sole reason that they had brought in their mighty strength represented by the police and the FRU with the sole purpose of disrupting the gathering.

In this way they had hoped that Malaysians will not get to witness the truth that exposed their lies and distortions.

What took place today was a peaceful, democratic and legitimate exercise undertaken by concerned Malaysians to seek a remedy for our tainted, lopsided elections.
Whatever may be said in defence of the Election Commission or the manner in which elections take place in our country, the truth is that there has never been equal opportunity to fight clean and fair in the general elections.

It has been always tilted in favour of the Barisan Nasional which abuses the state facilities and state coffers to entice the electorate that must be seen by any impartial observer as clearly
constituting corruption.

P. Ramakrishnan

10 November 2007

some call it peaceful demonstration, some call it rusuhan.
Its how politics divide the people.
By shedding truth to one, and hides it from another.

Justice will prevail.
We shall soon see.

"It was raining, no fire was set, and none could be said that it was set."


Thursday, November 08, 2007

craving for carl and ramli..

i mean carl's jr burger.

Imagine juicy, charbroiled beef burgers laced with double mushrooms, and swiss cheese..
I want my portobello six dollar burger =(

And yup, buffalo wings too.

I'm fasting today and all I can think of is food. Grrr.
But nothing beats Carl's jr.. the thought of it makes me drool. Oh, I always loved Ramli Burger.
I dunno, what do you think? Your favourite burger is??

more mcDs I assume. Not too bad, but its a bit "dry", no?
I like double swiss at Burger Kings, okay la for chili's bbq ranch only if I can finish it.

hm. Thats it! Beli kat abang ramly lah. Banjo nyum nyum.
Hoi yah kau kata nak blanja aku burger ramly kat stall sharil serdang.
Aku nak burger telur banjo shahril ye.
(membayangkan yah merah dan malu)


unmute mode

yup, the boss actually can speak.

He called me into his room yesterday and began lecturing about how I spent my time too much on websurfing. That I usually barged in without knocking and that, annoys the hell out of him.
That I take too long to call back the client. And I come later than 10 am.
And also for the fact that I'd never consulted him for any legal advice nor did I ever come in to talk to him (I'm terrified of the man, ok?)

Then he annouced that he's increasing my pay.
The catch: now I cannot play around and am now have to check all trials in advance and prepare for it.
The good thing: I got to listen to his precious voice for once.
Hey, the only thing I've heard from him this 3 months is this: "why are you still here?"

Told you there's no such thing as a free lunch.

p/s: the video below shows my sisters scaring the poor fish IN my office.
I just hope the fish would soon die, because as much as I like fishes, that one particular fish is giving me the creeps.


Wednesday, November 07, 2007

hello heaven..

dear child
i wish you well
and may today bring you smile
and a little laughter
that echoes in every corner of heaven

where you belong
in a home
full of love
and i missed you dearly

dry your tears
every drop is a torment
to each and every soul
that has seen the beauty of light

i can almost see that twinkle in your eyes
I wish I can hold you
Sing for you
make you laugh
and I will cry with you

let me take your place
for your heart
is priceless
and mine is none to you
as I am weak
and you are blessed

let me be your friend
let me have the strength
to protect you
from all your worries
from all your sadness
that chains me down

and if I can't make on time,
as I always failed you,
even if I want to
I always failed you

please forgive me,
dear sweet child
as I shan't forgive

please say hello to heaven for me
while you left us
in the wretched world

without you
how come it ever
be a happier place...

MC Sniper - BK Lov...
it has only been 70 days plus since Nurin left us, now the nation is once again shocked by the loss of Preeshena, 9 years of age, where she was found sprawled on the gound floor of the condominium where she lived.
She was sodomised, raped and thrown out of the 5 storey high condo.

Don't ever leave your children/sis/bro alone anywhere.

Malaysia suddenly is breeding top-notch pedophiles.
And lust hungry psychopaths.


Monday, November 05, 2007

stupid messy affair

I always tend to think that secret affairs are rather stupid if not unnecessary.
The reason why people get involved in it, to me, remains personal but I think at the end of the day, both of the parties are losers anyway.

Hey, if you want some "adventure" in your sex/love life, plan something lah.
Why be stupid, waste all that moolah to buy her apartment, condos, hondas.
Ok ,ok, whatever.

Maybe your wife is getting all wrinkly and old and suddenly appears unattractive as compared to the 26 year old model. (how bout you yourself? you think the sight of a bald, old man is nice? but usually women have more.. unconditional love.)

But thing is, as good as anything else that can be switched on and switched of, like an affair or even a marriage, you can always opt out.

Walk away.

Not as easy as it sounds, especially if it involves children.

Remember I was telling you about my client and his ex-mistress going for the paternity test today? I tell you, I can't stop from cursing myself because I'm that dirty old man's counsel. Not that I have to waste my precious time away from my new red ruby, but I have to travel from one hospital to another and to another forensic lab to another chemical lab. All of because of this one, stupid messy affair my client had.

He wouldn't admit the poor cute baby is his.
And she looked 100% like him.

I don't know how he got a heart to watch and listen to the kid's crying in pain as the physician drew blood from her tiny limbs.
And that was done 3 times.

And the baby was struggling and wriggling her way out of the mother's powerful clutch, and blood were spilling out while her tiny hand turned blue. it was the worst cry I've ever heard.

IMHO, it doesn't matter if your relationship with your spouse sucks like a rotten roach, but please, think about the child.
Dump the wife, ditch the husband, but please spare the child out of misery.
Its not for them to suffer for your past mistakes.

If I were him, I will just accept the responsibility. Hey, a child won't hurt.
If i were her, I will just forget it and get on with the cute baby on my own. That guy's a trash anyway.


A judgment was passed in India concerning a petition by a husband seeking for divorce from his hiv- striken wife. The court held that such marriage is "pointless" as no sex can be consumed.
Don't you think it bloody biased when women can't opt out when their men, can't perform in bed, out of a disease, say e.d??

and hiv can always be prevented by wearing condoms, but what of e.d


Friday, November 02, 2007

so he left...

Ladies and gentlemen,
Children of All Ages;

it is no lie what I'm declaring now: that the man has left.
His tenure ended yesterday, none was heard whatsoever about any extension.
Yes he did.

Yes i agree with you, somehow the little people, the minority of the minority, the former Lord President, the King, all but a fraction of the majority, did stir up a storm.

To you: our small people!

your anger represents personal inclination of selflessness, you rant and vent your anger through the options left for you; blogs, writings, poetry! let it be known to you all, your pledge to freed justice does not fall on deft ears! we hear you loud and clear!

To you, I must congratulate for your courageous acts, each individual person makes up a group, a group with another makes bigger group, whatever known to anyone else as minority is majority to all those who are concerned.

Ladies, and gentlemen,

Let us rejoice for this one day, our Kings are not merely puppets, they too have bigger responsibilities than anyone thought they could.

The King demonstrates, with his refusal to accept the man's requests for an extension, shows that indeed the dilemma is not just a dilemma faced by one section of our nation, but indeed a crisis that need to be dealt immediately and seriously.

I do not foresee a drastic change, I doubt this would take any phenomenal effect, but let me ensure you: 2,000 lawyers walking is phenomenal.
It is to me.
Maybe not to some, but we are united in what we want, we are at peace with ourselves, our mission and the battle goes out for us to strive.

And day by day more phenomenal event will take place.
And the change will take place.

Someday, we have the light for our judiciary, for our children.
But for now, ladies and gentlemen,
our journey is long,
so let us all walk together.

For justice!


my new baby is red

Meet my new bestfriend.
Did my shopping online yesterday and I'm so happy it'll be delivered to me tomorrow (I wasn't expecting early delivery as the normal duration is 2-7 days). Yay!

Its red and I like it.
I'm so through with black and white.
I even am considering re-painting my car yummy chocolate colour.
So its a happy day for me..though a sucky morning could have ruined my day.


Just gone back from the Shah Alam Court, for a troublesome file and complicated applications.
What else is new.
The matter is fixed for in chambers hearing but it had gone missing.
Classic, oh just classic of Shah Alam.

And no one seemed to be interested to deal with the matter since it is the "open house" for the staff to eat. By by 11.30 the courts was deserted, and we were told to wait asp eople were lining up for karaoke. We poor lawyers had nowhere to go, so we (Lancelot R. , D. Charles and F.Irina) head to the canteen hoping to have our teh tarik, but when we found a table, the canteen's light were switched off (tanda-tanda kene halau)

So F.Irina and I headed to Alam Sentral, and ate Kenny Rogers while waiting for the long lunch/jumaat break. By that time I felt so bloody lazy to confront any of the court staff and dragged myself back to the office. I'll just write em a letter.

Back to the office, F. Xavier got me prepared to accompany a client to the hospital for a DNA test.

Yeah, yeah same story rich man with an estranged mistress claiming he had fathered her child and yeah yeah he denied it and yeah yeah so comes the DNA test so if its negative she won't have a cause of action.

And poor me had to 'bodyguard' that guy in case if the lady harasses him.

What about me?!!
Who wants to bodyguard me?
I don't even know a decent karate.
And my bodyguard is in India. =(

But I can pull her hair.
Wow. Girl fight.
But I'm just reluctant to be seen fighting for an old man.

You know, i prefer young men. Hehe.
They're just sexier.


Thursday, November 01, 2007

jam and clamp

Did we lose ourselves again?
Did we take in what's been said?
Did we take the time to be,
All the things we said we'd be?
So we bury hopes in sand
And my future's in my hands

You can find yourself apart
But you leave in which one you want
Coz they love you all the same
They just go by different names
Did ya fly your flag today?
Are you proud or just ashamed?

The sun sets in the sky
You're the apple of my eye
If the bomb goes off again
Blows my brain around the train
And I hope that I'm with you
Coz I wouldn't know what to do

It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
It means nothing
If I haven't got you
If I haven't got you
If I haven't got you
If I haven't got you

I'm listening to my Stereophonics CD again, got the number 3 track repeated and replayed again and again.

It's the traffic jam killing my mood and I can only imagine my only cure is running home to your arms and look at your smiling face.

The world that tires me down will soon melt away in your eyes and soft spoken words.
And those demons in the head will just fade away with you by my side.
I really miss you.
Come back home, soon, safe and sound, baby..

just came back from Selayang Court, for a decision of a summary judgment. Hmm got part judgment, it means I've to go back for full trial. But I hate going to Selayang. Nonetheless.
After court I picked up Mar and little Mayra and Zaza for lunch. (Mar's last week in UIA PJ, after that, the department is re-located in Nilai)

I parked my car, at the reserved area, (swear we didn't notice it) and my car got clamped. With a fine of $50.
I got away without paying a cent, after claiming that I'm too a JPJ officer coming for a visit from Putrajaya.

Sheeesh. Maybe because I do look like a JPJ enforcer.
What a waste of time. My friends had to go back on their own while I was trying to wriggle myself out of the mess, Mar had tonnes of papers to mark and Zaza the corporate lawyer is supposed to be back in the office at 2 sharp.

Sorry Mar an Za, aku tak hantar korang balik tadi...


toi plus moi =)

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