Pining

This blog is an unattended garden with overgrown weeds. Kind of like the way I feel right now- tired, unappreciated, competing for some sunshine with gazillions of other weeds.

At least the guy next door whom I share a toilet with acknowledges what I do:



This is a dreary season in my life indeed, Europe you cannot come a day sooner!

How NOT to have business

Translation: And when he is sick, it is God who heals

Corporophobia

= fear of going to the toilet. Don’t laugh, millions hit by it already! I think I have a high probability of developing this judging from the way things are going.

Last Mon, I was happily doing my business at the public toilets at Wangsa Maju when the door opened on me. $%@#!

This is the SECOND time this has happened to me, and I really don’t know which is worse. The other time, it was the cleaning lady who opened it and announced to the world that I was shitting facing the wrong way, but this time it’s actually a GUY who opened the door. *cringes*

I had no idea that I was in the men’s toilet until I felt a weird sensation something might be wrong and turned around and saw to my horror someone looking in. WHO KNOWS HOW LONG HE’S BEEN LOOKING?!

In the split second I took to slam the door in that person’s face, I realised that the person looked suspiciously like a guy. My first thought was that he must have gone to the wrong toilet. Still I was pretty embarrassed and when I could hear him next door doing his business I ran like hell out of the toilet…




AND SAW THE STANDING URINALS I MISSED ON THE WAY IN… T_T

I really don’t know why I keep doing this kind of siasueh stuff. It seems to happen to me on a more than normal basis. Ah well, what’s life without some excitement huh.. See now both this guy and I have a story to tell our grandkids.

Personally, I blame the toilet signs for not being obvious enough. When you’re in a hurry, where got time to scrutinise the toilet signs! Don’t even get me started on the failing locks… Malaysian locks in particular seem to have a higher tendency of failing.

Me thinks that in general the difference between men and women’s toilet signs should be more obvious. Like this is definitely FAIL:


Toilet in bowling alleys, Sabah

These are quite creative, but the differences still need to be emphasised more. Somemore when you go bungy jumping u’ll surely be very nervous one right?






Women toilet signs should be in bright pink, labelled WOMEN big big. The toilet walls should be bright pink and with pink toilet bowls, fluffy chairs and all. The guys’ one, I don’t care. Just make sure a guy is always standing by the door.

As for these public toilets, I don’t even DARE to try..i just KNOW something bad’s gonna happen to me. Apparently the doors will open automatically after 15 mins, but I’m sure they’ll specially open it sooner just for me.


Photo from kennysia.com

Singapore or NZ?

As some of you might know, I am currently in deep thought as to whether to work in Singapore or New Zealand. Many have advised me to weigh up the pros and cons of working in either, hence the table below:



Usually the pro of one is the con of another, so I didn’t list down the cons. The result of this tedious exercise is…








I am still undecided.. aiiyahhh

Can also work in other places I guess, like Aus or UK, but I think those places will be even harder for a fresh grad to get a job. Might end up staying at home and baking chocolate cake to sell.

If you can think of any other pros of working in Singapore or NZ let me know lah! Terimakasihthankqueverymuch!

Note: I realised after publishing that the table is very small but can click on it to make it bigger! Dunno what to do this thing doesn't let me copy and paste my table from microsoft word :/ In microsoft word my table is very big and beautiful

Sportshoes

Me: *super happy at my awesome buy of the day* Ma I bought new shoes~!!! Reeebok one

Mum: How much you buy?

Me: Guess~

Mum: 200

Me: 124.50!

Mum: Fake one ah

Me: =_=ll

Marriage

Quote from I Too, Am Malay by Zaid Ibrahim:

“Marriage changed my lifestyle in many ways. I was rapt by Suliana, as a wife and educated woman. We lived happily as husband and wife with few problems. It’s just Suliana would pout whenever I got home late. But she believes in the goodness of people. She has never denigrated anyone. To me, she is like an unblemished apple that is hard to come by. She gave new meaning and hope for family life. I was no longer a selfish young man who only thought of having fun. We have been blessed with three children, two sons and a daughter. Suliana is like the air I breathe to me, my oxygen. She gives meaning to my life. She also determines the direction of our life and family stability. My love for her has not diminished from the early days. As it’s said, she is my inspiration.”

*melts into a puddle of melted stuff*

In this time when news of sex scandals and affairs abound, Men like Zaid and Paul-whose-full-name-is-too-long-to-type-out make me believe in happy endings for marriages. After almost 20 years of marriage, Paul would still mention his wife with a glow in his eyes, and a sheepish smile on his face. This guy actually proposed to his wife within 10 days of meeting her!! Crazy fella and kudos to his wife for not dismissing him as that.

Paul said: ”you will know it when it’s the right person”.

But then just yesterday, my primary school tuition teacher said, on the same topic: “you will never know one”.

So, will I know or not know??

Zico

Today's the first working day in 3 weeks that I’m not at Zaid Ibrahim & Co! My journey there started 6 months ago when I emailed to Zico for an attachment. The mercenary in me thought that if I was ever going to work in Malaysia, it might as well be the biggest and the highest-paying one right?! When the managing partner replied my email (like, the top guy), I was hooked. Die die also must do loh like that.

Having survived the attachment, I have mixed feelings about it. On the down side, there were days where I spent the whole day doing photocopying, and days when I had absolutely nothing to do except flip through my Female magazine or read the newspapers. There were days when I felt obligated to turn up for work despite having food poisoning the day before. On one particularly frustrating day, I spent 4-5 hours doing a piece of work, but it all got wiped out mysteriously just as I was about to leave for home. Worse still, my colleagues had to stay back to finish up the job because it was getting too late for me to take the lrt. Almost everyday, I got to the office at 8am and had to wait around for someone to tag me in. After work, it took me 1-2 hours to get home on public transport crammed full of sweaty grouchy people. I had to spend my weekends catching up on my part time study because I was too exhausted by the time I reached home to study. During my short stay there, I did not learn much about the law, nor did I get a glimpse of what all the different departments had to offer.

Would I have done the attachment if I knew it was going to turn out this way? I’d say yes, in a heartbeat. 3 weeks went by in a blink, but I believe the relationships I had formed and the lessons I have learnt will influence me in ways I can’t even fathom now. Within 3 weeks, I got to know almost all the chambering students (‘chambies’ as they are fondly known as) past the ‘hi and bye’ stage and felt like I’ve been there for months already. Those late night sessions, dreaded as they were, allowed us to get to know each other better. I got the opportunity to chat with some of the partners who have so much life experience and wise words to share that I regret not looking them up more often. I didn’t get to meet the namesake of the firm, Zaid Ibrahim himself, but I got given a book written and signed (yay!) by him. It’s called “I Too, Am Malay” and chronicles his experience growing up in a kampong, building his firm, and of course, his brief stint as the Law Minister. Very fascinating so far, maybe next time I’ll write a book called I Too, Am Chinese! When I first came back to Malaysia with my angmoh bf in tow, people actually thought that I was a foreigner too T_T


As far as I could tell, Zico is where you can find Malay Chinese Indian mixing like there’s no Malay Chinese Indian. In the chambering rooms at least, race was never an issue. Where people did clash (as is normal in a big firm), it was based on personality differences rather than anything else. I just remembered that I actually put “malaysian” quite cheekily on my application form at the race section and no one said anything lol. My main goal for doing the attachment was to see what the working in Malaysia is like for a young lawyer and I achieved that. For now, I can safely say that it’s not the right time for me to start working here. Even though Zico is one the highest-paying law firms in Malaysia, it does not even compare to the pay that I can get elsewhere. Moreover, I can’t even get that pay until a year later because of that ridiculous requirement that graduates from Aus and NZ universities have to do the CLP. I am fortunate enough not to have ginormous student loans to repay, but still, I have been using a lot of my parents’ money and it’s high time to make my own dough.


In terms of the working culture, I would say that Zico is a great place to work at as long as you can get along with your colleagues. Although I won’t miss having to wake up at 6am every morning, I will dearly miss that crazy bunch of chambies!

Don't play play. 3 weeks there and I got my own cubicle already!

Lol just jk,someone else's one but same name as me

With Jess


With 'lao shi' Wei Wei :)

With Paul, one of the partners, and my fellow attachees. Look damn short ish.

With Farah and Azyan

With Jack and Nizam

With 'chap choy' Rajes and Shermaine who could've been a beauty queen but chose to be a hot shot lawyer

Wee Shiuan is shy.

With Ian and our farewell gifts!

I dunno why we're so happy. Cos I'm leaving??

Pau

Haven’t been updating much cos I’ve been busy travelling! Funny how there seems to be more stuff to do after I’ve finished studies..
Anyway, just another joke to add to my extensive collection of ‘pau’ (bun) jokes:

Q: What’s the terrorist’s favourite bun?
A: Boom Boom Pau!

Might not get it if you don’t listen to Black Eyed Peas, but I feel quite smart to have thought of that myself anyway hehe!