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Friday, September 25, 2015





If I die young 

Bury me in cases

Lay me down on a bed of bundles 

Sink me in precedents at court

Send me away with the words of a judgment

Thursday, September 24, 2015




The other day I was strolling down the road when a Bangladeshi (possibly a waiter of some restaurant) stopped, pulled his wallet out, and took out a RM10.00 note. Then he gave it to an old Malay beggar by the stairs!

Kinda speaks volumes about the state that our country is in today.

Sunday, September 20, 2015






4 years in law school, never had a proper picture with the infamous white picket fence... until today.

On a side note, when I was younger I used to hate to guts how thick my hair is because I have this weird belief that my hair made my head look super huge, and how it's dull and dry. So I would always tell the hair-dresser to layer my hair. The more of it chopped off, the lesser I have of it - the better.

Over the years, I have learned to embrace my thick hair, and- many other things about myself, including my somewhat voluptuous body, and my petite height. Also, my rather deep (commanding) voice, for my size.

Long story cut short - being comfortable in one's own skin is also what makes one beautiful.

Saturday, September 19, 2015






Why must we drink to socialise? Cannot brain. Can't we hike or climb instead? Alcohol gives you adrenalin so does sports. Alcohol is expensive. Sports isn't. Alcohol is bad for health. Sports is good for health. Alcohol makes you puke. Sports makes you puke only if you're unfit.

So get fit. Hike. Climb. Jog. 

Socializing isn't about drinking.

Alcohol gets you out of shape. Sports - gets you in shape.

Although I enjoy a good drink every now and then - I don't equate it with socializing.

Monday, September 7, 2015



Yesterday night I dreamed of running away from liars who tried to con me into being kidnapped. All I had with me is a skateboard but they had bikes and cars. Some pretended to help, some begged for help. They ran and chased. They wanted to take the only thing I had away from me - my skateboard. So I ran and ran. I trusted no one. I hid behind walls and between corners. 

Liars! Liars everywhere! 

They are searching. They are waiting.

And then my alarm rang.

Why didn't I set my alarm to ring earlier? WHY?

P.s. In my dream, I can suddenly skateboard. How cool is that.


Sunday, September 6, 2015





So before I started my pupillage I did sales for a toy cum souvenirs company. One customer was particularly "difficult" in the sense that he had something to rebut to everything I had to say to sell. 

After about 30 minutes of discourse, he asked "are you the sales manager?" I said "no, just a promoter. I started just 2 days ago." Shocked, he said "your company's lucky to have you. You sell so passionately! I thought you have been in this for years! You know your products well." And then he handed me his name card, and said "are you interested in selling insurance? If you are give me a call. I am recruiting for my team." I laughed and said, "I'm a law graduate and I'll be starting my pupillage soon". Disappointed, he asked "then why are you doing this?" I said "why not? I have not done it before..."

I wasn't given any product or sales training. I was only told by my then boss "Aiyaaah you are loyar, you can tok one lahh."

Well.




Yesterday, I dreamed of being a part of some blind-date reality TV show.

So we the contestants were randomly paired up, and what we had to do was to waltz to this Disney song.

My partner was so handsome that I couldn't look at him in the face without having a stupid grimace on mine. So for the whole time I buried my face in his chest, which happens to be huge, broad, and muscly like a wall. He didn't mind, and said, "okay you move this leg behind, and this leg forward..."

... And my stupid alarm rang.

WHY????