Friday, October 30, 2009

I'm hiding.

Ever had/have those days where you wake up and nothing looks right? Your outfits don't fit right, your hair is a mess, your skin is crap and you feel like your thighs could lose an inch or more?

If today is the day you feel like that, do not, I repeat, DO NOT flip through Female's 50 Most Gorgeous.

It'll make you feel worse.

Trust me. I stupidly looked at the hotties in there. Right now I feel like crap and am searching for a hole to climb in until they publish something along the lines of "50 people who will make you feel better about your ugly nose/face/legs/tummy/hair."

Til then, I'll be hiding from the world. Thanks.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

What if the world ends in 2012?




"You're going to lose everything, how does it feel?
"

The world will apparently end on December 31st, 2012.

How does it feel? What would I do?

Should the world end in 2012, what will I do with all the money I would have fastidiously collected over the years? What will I do with the house I may have bought with the money I have accumulated? The car? The material possessions?

What use are they to me?

We all wake up everyday with a list in our heads, with things we want to do, things we want to acquire, things we want to achieve.

Before 2012 hits, this is what I would tell myself to do everyday:-

1) Every night I will go to bed thinking of my family and praying for them.

2) Every morning I wake up to a beautiful face next to me, smiling. Feeling lucky that I have him there for me.

3) When at work, I will try my best, but I will not tire, wear and break down my body for the job.

4) I will love my friends, but I will bump up "love for myself" to first spot.

5) I will not engage in useless arguments with people who do not appreciate me.

6) I will appreciate everything that I have, my 5 senses. I can hear music, I can see beauty, I can feel kindness, I can taste happiness and I can touch another's heart.

That's my list.

What's yours?

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Only the strong survive





What makes me think that, it'll all work out in the end?
Afraid to feel bad, better off to try and pretend
I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong
Just keep on wishing, crossing my fingers so long
Is this helping? I'm growing weaker each day
Can't stop whining, still afraid of what I might say or reactions,
That control us one and all


It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive.

So now I'm bleeding on myself yes once again
Seems I trusted another deceitful friend
My fault, I should've known the deal
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer for real
Seems easy, but nothing could be so hard
Trying to guess life's dealing, what's the next card?
I'm surely folding, I don't like this hand at all

It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
(Why don't you think about)

Maybe things happen for a reason and wherein lies the answer
To overcome the grieving of lifes unruly lessons
I'm handed in sucession,
It builds my pain which makes me strong

It's mine, it's pure and as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive

When it's mine, and it's pure and, as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

What's a lady doing in a criminal court?

For the umpteenth time, yes, I do criminal law.

Yes, it's true.

It is as true and as real as the colour of my skin. (No, I do not bleach it with whitening skin care.)

And for the umpteenth time, please do try to close your gaping mouth when I say "yes, our firm does 100% criminal cases" because I know that gape (which I am hoping beyond hope a fly or any other insect will find its way inside) it's your way of telling me you do not believe that I did not accidentally wander into a Criminal Court and that I am actually there for a reason.

Please.

No more " YOU do criminal law?"

No more "Only criminal law?"

And lastly, cut the "I've never seen a lady lawyer in a criminal court before."

Because frankly. that is BS. There are so many female lawyers and Prosecutors doing their thing in criminal courts. I met one just two days ago in the Court of Appeal and her oratory skills were so fantastic, even I was convinced beyond doubt that the Appellant meant to kill the little girl.

As if it wasn't bad enough that Mr. I-do-not-believe-you-do-criminal-law scoffed at the idea that I chose to be in this field, he asked if I have handled any cases of my own.
I replied I was relatively new in the field and was still learning to which he scoffed AGAIN and said "You either have it or you don't. You don't need so much time to learn."

Well EXCUSE ME Mr. I am so great watch me puff out my chest, I happen to LIKE to learn the ropes before I tell my clients I am prepared to defend them. Perhaps your cases involve small petty crimes. Perhaps, if you screw up, all they may have to do is, pay a small fine, or sit in jail for a few months.

For the cases my firm handles, if I screw up, they go in for minimum 5 years and a mandatory whipping sentence. And also, if I screw up, they may be fined up to RM1 to 10 million and jailed for two years. And if I screw up, some of them may be sent to jail for the rest of their lives or be hanged. So, I take that big risk just because I want to show the world "I have it" ? Yes, I may be a slow learner but I heed my boss's advice. "Take your time. Do not be in a rush."

I like that advice. And I shall keep it in mind the next time I talk to someone like you.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Wisdom of Oscar Wilde


"Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live."

- Oscar Wilde

Friday, October 16, 2009

Bad cat mojo

Ladies and gentleman,

It's official.

Cats hate me.

At my friend's house the other day, this conversation took place:-
(upon seeing a small boy approach the cat, and after I was scratched and hissed at by it, I did my civic duty of informing the father of the small kid)

Me: Oh! Don't touch that cat!
Father of kid:
Oh, its okay. Cats love small children.
M
e: But this one scratched me!
F:
*giving the "I said small children, not young adult"* look.
M:
So they like small children eh? *inches closer to kid*
F:
Yah they do.
M:
So if I stand really close to your son, then maybe the cat won't scratch me!
F:
Oh no, if you stand close to him, you will pass him your bad cat mojo.
*
snatches kid away from me*

*_*


Friday, October 9, 2009

I should stop being selfish, and start being appreciative

In the last two days, I have been prancing up and down Midvalley and Toyota and accessory shops. The reason as to WHY I needed to do so is insignificant. (told the angry story a million times. am quite tired really)

So, the BF has been faithfully sending me up and down, calling the tow truck, getting the mechanic, lepaking with me at the shops waiting for my car to be fixed and never once, did he complain. He cheerfully went about taking me here there and everywhere while I grumbled, whined and complained. And when at 7pm, I was still sitting at the accessory shop waiting for the man to finish with whatever he started, I snapped at the poor guy (the BF not the accessory shop guy)

the BF: Babe, I got you some water. You look like you're thirsty.
me: No, I don't want it.
BF: Have some babe. It will help you cool down. Its hot.
me *GROWL* I DON'T WANT IT.

And it went downhill from there. The BF then became really quiet and reserved.

The next day, I received a text from the BF.

"One day I will tell you why I am sad."

Cryptic message.

I instinctively knew that he was sad (actually more like bloody upset) because I was an unappreciative selfish bitch the whole of yesterday. All I did was whine and complained, growling and snarling. All he did was bow to my demands. Just because MY car had problems. If it were HIS car, and he growled at me, I would have abandoned him at the mechanic, sulked and said he didn't appreciate my efforts.
When I relayed this story to a friend, he said I was a terrible gf really. That I never took the time to speak to him and understand him properly.

All my valiant efforts to say how nice a gf I was, was wasted on him. He said. "You really could do better."

He's right.

I really can do better.

Here's a man who would do anything for me.
Here's a man who does his own laundry and irons his own clothes.
Here's a man who offers to change everything faulty in my house.(the ex never did. a typical conversation with the ex.
Me: my pipes are leaking!
ex: Oh, get a plumber. Duh. I knew that.thanksalot.)
Here's a man who does not need me to clean up after him.
Here's a man who loves me unconditionally.

And if I don't start appreciating the gem that he is, some chick such as the junior FA who saw him at the airport the other day and remarked "HANDSOMENYA!" might just steal him from right under my nose.

Also, in reply to Flyfreak's post about love. Here's the perfect song with the perfect explanation to his queries.



And here's a song I offer to the BF:-


Love's a funny thing, isnt it?