Category: General

I still remember this day. My friends and I were invited to our class teacher, Cikgu Robayah’s house for lunch. She lives at a wooden house nearby our school so the entire group ventured on our own to her place.

I remember that Wilson killed a chicken while we were there. It happened when we were waiting outside for Cikgu Robayah to open the door, there was this little chicken running around. So I threw a piece of chocolate to it but it ran away. Unfortunately, while it was running, Wilson accidentally stepped on it. It died on the spot.

The previous posts were pretty amusing to everyone. I’m glad it made you guys laugh but now, it’s time for an emo blog…

It hurts to see someone you love being hurt. To YKWYA, despite all the things that happened between us, I’ll always be there for you…

Guess who is who? 😀

Ha ha, poor Gavin. This few days are rather unfortunate for him. Firstly, a girl he was interested in insulted him (read Eraine’s website). Then he tried to text me saying, “By the time you received this message, I suicided already”. However, he sent the message to my mother’s helper instead (He got that number from my website). My mother’s helper kept on calling him.

And then yesterday, while we were at Dharoos, Gavin was waiting for the toilet. Then an Indian man came out from the toilet and told Gavin, “Tandas sudah rosak la (The toilet is broken)”. However, Gavin couldn’t take it so he barged into the toilet. He found a big pile of shit left by the Indian man. Ha ha.

Slept at 6AM and woken by loud chainsaw sound at 9AM. The annoying sound went on for more than an hour. I couldn’t sleep at all. It seems that my neighbour (the one my mother screwed her “fuck you”) hired people to cut down the mango tree that has been providing us with sweet mangos for the past 20 years. R.I.P MANGO TREE.

Sorry about the down time, the server’s initial 3 hours downtime was extended to more than 24 hours.

Anyway, yesterday, Cynthia, Wen Dee and I went to an introductory talk about law profession at Skr1ne, one of the largest law firms in Malaysia. Initially the talk was supposed to be given by Mr. Lee, a senior partner of the firm but he couldn’t make it so Mr. Eow replaced him. Another lawyer, Mr Suaran gave a talk too. The talk was really good and informative.

Initially, we thought there would be a lot of people attending the talk but surprisingly there were only 18 people who attended.

The law firm occupies 4 stories with 200 plus employees and 90 plus partners. Their reception area was impressive but once we got into the offices, it looks pretty run down. However, the IT department (the one which I’m interested in) is literally full of GIRLS. WOO HOO. Furthermore, the law firm is opposite HELP College with loads of college girls. 😀

The trio cleared up a lot of misconceptions. For example, people say there are too many lawyers around. However, Mr Suaran said in his years of experience, he has never heard of any lawyers who were unemployed. Furthermore, there are 10,000 lawyers in Malaysia for 23 million people in Malaysia, since when there are too many lawyers?

Mr Lee said the law profession is like a marathon. It seems that most starting lawyers quit the law profession in 3 years time. Some couldn’t take the stress and nature of the work. The hardest and stressful part is litigation work, which involves going to court and arguing in court. Sometimes the judges would pick on you and for the girls, even sexually harass them. Mr Suaran gave an example. A lawyer wore black and white attire but his tie was green. So in court, the lawyer puts out his argument clearly but the judge said, “Mr Singh, I can’t hear you”. One pitch goes up, and repeats the sentence. The judge said again, “Mr Singh, I can’t hear you”. Another pitch goes up but the judge said, “I can hear you Mr Singh but I can’t HEAR you in COURT. Go get proper attire! ”. After all hardworking preparation for a case, such incident shatters a lawyer’s ego.

After the talk, we were given a brief tour around the 4 stories office. All I could see is a lot of papers stack everywhere.

I was stuck in the rush hour jam for 2 hours. I was so tired by the end of the night.

Bad news, another tenant of mine is down with dengue fever. He’s the 3rd victim now.

Oh btw, Hello everybody!!

It has been confirmed. I won’t be leaving for UK anymore, as I will be doing my professional paper in Brickfield’s College. YAY! However, my bar school application is still pending so, ah fuck it la, I want to stay in Malaysia.
Looking for the college was bloody hectic. After 30 minutes of looking and couple of phone calls asking for direction, I finally found the college accidentally. I went into the main door but found the place empty. However, an Indian lady came up to me and I told her I wanted to register into the college. She then gave me some direction, which is fucking vague, and took me another 10 minutes to find the administration office.

The college was hit by a scandal last year. Apparently there were exams leaks and mark fixing. But yet it seems Brickfield’s College is still the best in this field.

I bumped into Kelly, my University Course mate, in the administrative office. She and her friends are scouting around for a CLP (the course I’m taking) college. I quickly filled the form, which requires no deposit payment (therefore I could back out anytime) and chatted with Mr. Pranium, the lecturer who attended me. As I finish the form, Mr. Pranium was looking at me, expecting me to ask him something. I couldn’t think of anything that has something to do with my course. I ended up asking him, “So.. where can I park my car?” He gave me a longgggg explanation.

Anyway, my timetable is pretty weird. I got class on Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. Thank god my Saturday and Sunday classes are on the afternoon otherwise there goes my nightlife.

Advertising in The Star newspaper
My mum has been operating a student hostel business for more than 10 years. This time round, she wants me to help her advertise her business on the newspaper. The Star classified counter was just few blocks away from Brickfield�s college but it was a long walk. The young Indian lady (Brickfields area is predominantly Indian) who attended me was pretty rude.

”Hi, I would like to place an advertisement on the classified section”
Lady looked up, without a smile, said, �Go fill up the form there�

What the f*ck is wrong with Malaysians man, f*cking rude motherf*ckers. Anyway, my advert will appear on the Star on the 22, 25 and 27 of August. Look for the one, which says, “BANDAR SUNWAY, fully furnished room, suitable for students”

It has been a while, hasn?t it? 😀 Hellooo again and I wonder if Leong has totally forgotten he had any guest bloggers at all. I blame the damn connection back home; I have been spoilt by broadband in the UK!!

Been stuck at home by mama Chan while she tries to talk me into exercising by cleaning the house (but what for? we pay someone to do that for us, no?) and occasionally going out with the blogging community. Also been pmsing to a point of being psychotic and hehe, many apologies and love out to Chen for being the receiving end of the wrath and being so nice about it too! 😀

Went shopping with mama and I dunno hoowwwww the hellllllllllllllll she did it but somehow she managed to explain why she deserved to get a diamond ring coz I graduated. And it actually kinda made sense too. *stones for a while* Left me feeling bewildered and slightly baffled but wth, she got the rock. Damnit! Even I didn?t get a gift for graduating! Some kickass skills I gotta learn from mama dearest! Skills, I tell you, SKILLS!!!

Wanted to drive myself crazy (it?s a complex) by keeping my nails as long as I could but after injuring myself one too many times and tired of explaining that those aren?t lovebites (and I swear they aren?t!), I finally cut the nails on my riGht hand! Looking at my laptop?s keyboard now. Somehow I managed to scratch out letters E, R, T, A, S, D, G, C and N. I guess that means I really have to cut my left fingernails a little bit too, huh? I wonder if anywhere sells those letter buttons so I can replace them or something. Or I have to resort to sticking tiny letters on my keyboard and ooOHhh the tackiness.

Attempted to clean my room but after opening one side of my cupboard, I found a box? and ended up sitting on the floor, reading through old letters, looking at photos and smelling certain scents that left lingering memories of a time not so far back. Baby powder, Adidas perfume, Johnson&Johnson body soap. So much has happened and changed since those times when I thought I had it altogether, all figured out. Boy, was I wrong!

My first love was as divine as anyone?s first love, if not better. I thought we were perfect for each other and we probably were. But such flawlessness could only exist at that age when I believe that I have already discovered ?true love!!!? ? such a young age, the only rationale for being fooled so easily. Thinking about it, such foolishness (cynic, I may be) seems to reiterate itself over the years till it somehow becomes a sort of addiction for me. I crave the ?discovery? and sometimes I wonder if it is the craving that I am yearning for at the end of the day. With such satisfaction comes the consequence of the sometimes inevitable break-up. But like any drug that leaves you with a memory of a bad trip, you sometimes find yourself wanting it even more.

I wonder… have I overcome that certain addiction yet? 😉

– 5.30PM