Alcohol
Colleague offers me chocolate and being the sleepyhead I was at 4.50pm, I happily took it.
Colleague : It's got alcohol in it.
Me : Even better.

JVL

Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
noise dept.
Today's Document
almost home
todays bird
🪼
Keni
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

roma★
Mike Driver
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

@theartofmadeline

⁂

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Not today Justin

if i look back, i am lost
trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art
seen from Norway
seen from Germany
seen from Italy

seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from Poland

seen from Australia
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Ireland
seen from Norway
seen from United States
seen from Austria

seen from Türkiye

seen from Russia

seen from Argentina
seen from Russia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Singapore
@jwkm27
Alcohol
Colleague offers me chocolate and being the sleepyhead I was at 4.50pm, I happily took it.
Colleague : It's got alcohol in it.
Me : Even better.
Different ways to cope
Mum and I have had a very meaningful conversation with a classmate of mine not too long ago. She has been a great friend and mentor to me. From day one when our situation was made known to her, she has been with us every step throughout the way. During our catch-up session, something we talked about became a topic of interest for mum and I later on.
“How did you cope with everything that has happened?”
I believe that all of us have different ways in coping. Some may choose to slowly edge into seclusion because it may be too painful to just talk about it. Other put their heart and soul into their career, which becomes their one and only focus. There are people too who channel their grief, sadness or anger into hatred towards the person who cause them their misery. Whatever our actions are, they affect everyone around us, whether we would like to admit it or not.
I on the other hand, have thought about this question before, but have never spoke about it. No one has asked, until that day, and everyone took the assumption that I am the least affected.
I would like to think that my busy schedule has helped to keep me firm on my ground. When I said “busy”, I actually meant literally busy. My daily schedule for the past 8 months include a full-time work of 8am-5pm and then part-time night classes from 6.30-9.30pm. There is hardly time to stop, and breathe. I have also been actively involved in our house’s legal transaction and mum’s divorce petition. Perhaps this is akin to a person channeling all of his energy into his career.
Someone once told me that I will burnout very soon if I do not stop to take a break. I am aware. That is why I have dancesport to help me with it. There is only one thing I am afraid of. That one day when I just stop doing what I do, reality will sink in and hit me hard. I doubt it though, because I do not see myself as running away from the reality. There is always that possibility though.
I keep telling mum and my younger siblings that there is no shame in what has happened to us. In fact, ever since I spoke out and publicized in my Facebook profile, I have gotten feedback from people that the same thing has happened to them. That their father has cheated on their mother. Some of their parents have put the past behind and reconciled, some has gotten divorce, and some just... stayed apart. Past the point of no return. But the point is, none of them spoke out like I did, and according to them, they suffered emotional distress for months, even years.
It is very appalling that things happened the way they did. Even more so the number of people coming to me to say they have gone through the same incident at some point in their lives. True enough that we cannot always judge what is behind the closed doors.
Dancesport: A year ago on 25 April 2015
As my dance partner says it, “Cheers to the Kings and Queens of Manchester Spring 2015.”
#representing Aberystwyth University
Malaysian Bar Annual Dinner & Dance 2016: Traditions of the World
19 March 2016, Palace of the Golden Horses
Here’s to the best team I have ever worked with!
With the boss, Dato’ Mah Weng Kwai. He didn’t quite believe in the power of wide angle lens, until we proved him wrong.
An open letter to a guy I once called “dad”
Facebook post on 22 October 2015
Reading the article “The one thing every law student needs to remember” by Michael Shammas has inspired me to write my own story, reflecting on what has transpired recently. So, here goes.
I definitely am not the same person compared to the days when I started reading law 4 years ago. Character and knowledge. There will always be events that will shape you, for the better or for worse. Add on now with the predicament which has befallen us; Having a father who has an extra-marital affair and now has converted into Islam, cut all contacts from us and left us to clean up after his mess, there just aren't enough words to contain this.
So this is an open letter to you, because I know you will pay my profile a visit(s). For whatever reasons, unknown to us, which have led you to make the decisions you made today, know this. We will not be made crippled by you. We will rebuild what is left of us, and then we will soar. If you go on to lead a life envisaged by you, good for you. But should the day comes when regret catches up with you, know that you have lost us the day you did the despicable act.
But I will not let this shape me for the worse, or even make me a bitter and hateful individual. Because if there is one thing the whole experience has taught me, is that what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger.
"Leave law school not as an attorney, but rather as a human being who happens to be an attorney. Graduate as a more interesting person than you were when you first started your law school application. It is easy to become complacent and to follow the tide, but too much of value is lost if you surrender to law school’s various conforming pressures."
Dancesport: A dream come true! Now, moving on to others in the bucket list.
Give me a sign
So, a lot has happened recently I guess. All when I came abroad. Whoever knew. It’s been 7 months that I am here, and I am about to go back. Too fast, too soon. I never wanted to leave in the first place. I would have put in more effort to allow myself to stay, but circumstances forbid.
How do you even describe that feeling, that painful and fearful and helpless feeling you get when you read a goodbye suicide letter meant for you? What is worse is that because you are so far away, you could not do a single thing to remedy the situation.
Because of past experiences, I have now made myself so self-sufficient so that I would never have to be dependent on another. I can honestly say that whatever shit I got into, I pulled myself back up. But you see, the problem with that is when you have made yourself so strong and so capable of handling yourself, when the moment comes whereby you need some kind of validation, or any kind of help, there is no one you can turn to.
People come and go all the time. You wouldn’t know for sure which one of them will stay. And you don’t want to risk opening up to someone who won’t be in your life the next time you blinked. But then, how would you know if you don’t take the risk? I always tell others to be more trusting, but it seemed so much more harder to do it myself when it comes to my own emotions.
It comes to a point when you are sick and tired of being everyone else’s saviour. You wanted to be helped instead. Because after everything that has happened, you realised you have been holding up and holding in for far too long. You are not the strong person you once thought you were, but you have got to be, for your sake.
If you don’t help yourself, no one else can.
At times, all you need is just one hug. You need someone to tell you that you aren’t alone. That they will be by your side no matter what happens. That everything will be fine. But who can you turn to?
And it’s okay to cry sometimes.
Internship: Trip to Universiti Malaya
So PX and I went for a short drive to UM's library. Needed to do some research on the Hansard. The library is just beside the Law Faculty, and we needed to pay RM20 per person to get in. So expensive!
Anyway, the first librarian who attended to us was quite helpful. After explaining what we wanted and we couldn't find it, he came over to those many shelves and pulled out the relevant books for us.
*Pardon my terrible photo alignment
Anyway, we didn't get what we wanted. So the second librarian (I told PX they worked on shifts... my assumption haha) were a little too grumpy and he sent us the vibe as if he was very reluctant to help us. He directed us to the second floor to get the annotated statutes.
And we got it! Found what we wanted, and what we didn't as well.
I was going through the aisle, finding which shelf I took the book from, and PX stopped me, telling me "You're blending in with the surroundings."
Now you get what she meant.
9th LAWASIA International Moot Competition 2014
So LAWASIA ended for us yesterday. My second time in the competition, although with different roles. Last year as a Student Volunteer and this year I've elevated my position to a Moot Participant.
Prior the competition, I kept asking myself why did I join it. Because it is so stressful. I had to juggle between my 3-month work/internship which ends at 1800 daily and the research which I do at night. And by the time I get back home, I want nothing to do with the laptop and just sleep. But I couldn't.
But I am grateful I joined it. I wouldn't have been able to know where I stand if I haven't subject myself to such an evaluation like this. Evaluation by sitting judges and practising lawyers.
Our session started at 1310 with Stephanie and Carmen as the first and second speaker respectively for the Claimants. I was the silent speaker then.
We were up against INTI. Stephanie and Carmen both spoke well. It was a tough fight between the two teams. We lost by 5 points though. The first speaker, Qin Ying, looked a little familiar to me. But I couldn't ascertain her identity because I did not know her full name. When the judges were deliberating, I approached her when we were outside.
"You look familiar. Have we met before?" "I don't think so. But you look familiar too."
The moment she said that, it confirmed my suspicion and I know she was from Mewah already. She looked surprised when I asked that. But I explained myself. So yeap. Small world indeed.
After that round until our next session, MY next session at 1830, I couldn't really eat anything. I was nervous, and hungry. So I ate only a plate of noodles. But nothing more. I foresee if I fill my stomach, the anxiety will make me feel like puking.
We then went into the room and I assumed my position as the Second Respondent against USIM. We had nice and friendly opponents, and all this while my heart was beating loudly.
And so it began.
The claimants relied on "enabil tort". Throughout the competition I could not figure that out, because of their pronunciations and also I am not familiar with that tort. But... upon googling it, nothing. Um okay...
I was the last speaker, but I could feel my hands trembling. So I held on to my pen while I was talking, which it helped. I was surprised I could talk for 20 minutes long. (But if you asked me what I spoke for the entire 20 minutes, I honestly wouldn't be able to tell you anything.) Partly I kept telling myself to talk reaaally sloooowly. I felt like I stuttered a lot. But Stephanie said I didn't, and that I did great, better than my internal moot.
Haha. I had to agree to that.
At one point when one of the judges asked me about the opponent counsel's cases and how will that bind us, I couldn't remember what the cases were all about. So I casually asked for the Panel's permission to have the counsel repeat the principles of the cases again. When the judges were commenting us later on, they noted that such an action was inappropriate, and that I should already know what authorities they would be citing. I think it's understandable because we did not exchange any Bundle of Authorities or any documents at all. I think that the judges also did not know we exchanged nothing.
Having mooted in the court setting does have some setbacks in an arbitration mooting. I referred to the Arbitral Panel as the "Court" once, and I referred to the second claimant speaker as the Junior Counsel. They didn't understand where I was coming from. But upon my explanation, they got it. But still, I got told off because of these.
I admire Carmen for her quick thinking. Many a times when the judges asked something, or in her rebuttals, she manage to think of quick comebacks on the spot. Arguments which I wouldn't have thought of.
By the time we ended, it was almost 2030. We had to wait for quite some time for the results to be announced. We won the match by 64 points!
When it was announced, none of our teams made it to the finals. My team missed it by 7 marks. So close! But one happy thing about it was that, as I was reading the judge's commentaries, I found out that the Chairperson Arbitrator had said that I am the Best Speaker for my round!
I was pleasantly surprised by that, and for once, I truly am proud of myself. Other words like "Confidence level good." and "Has good potential." made my day too. This part of the competition has truly made my experience felt worthwhile. Together with my teammates, whom I believe because of them, my team is also one of the strongest.
By the time I got home, it was already 2200. So. Exhausting. Mentally and physically.
That being said, I'm just glad that this stressful ordeal is over.
Internship: Day 22
I suppose being seated in front of your own boss kinda makes you like the unofficial PA. I have had quite a few colleagues asking me whether he is at his desk, or whether he is still on the phone, or where did he go to. Not that I am complaining, no.
DC said she likes my complexion. Aww thanks. An inheritance from mum. "Surely you wouldn't need to go for facial treatment right?" Nope.
HP asked if I am going to the dinner this Friday. I said no, for I have no transport. She said that is not good enough an excuse, considering everyone lives nearby. Yeah, but I don't feel nice asking them to send me home. KW overheard that, and when I told him where I live, he gave me that face saying "please it's so damn near and you are not going?". Haha.
Internship: Day 19
We won one of the firm's biggest case today, in the Federal Court. This case started way back in 2005, right up till now.
RM said I'm lucky, because I am in this firm for one month, but I've been to all of the courts. The previous interns didn't get such an opportunity because the hearings didn't take place during their internship. Yay for me.
RM gave us a treat for lunch. At Betty's Midwest Kitchen. Real American style. I ordered macaroni with cheese. It was okay, only that it had too much of cheese/butter that I couldn't even taste the macaroni. It tasted more like butter cookies instead. Some of them ordered the sausage platter, and it looked so delicious. Should have ordered that instead.
First time having Root Beer served like this.
Internship: Day 17
I finally finished RM's article!
*does backflip* *pops champagne* *sprays confetti*
Wonder how it'll be. Will be giving it to him tomorrow.
Finally I can return this overstayed immigrant back to where it belonged.
Internship: Day 16
I just realised that it's funny the way I dated my days in the firm. Today is my 16th working day, but it is already on the last day of June. Technically almost one month of me being in this firm already.
JC called me last night saying that RM said I were to follow them to Court of Appeal tomorrow, meaning today. Criminal case.
It was more interesting. Partly because I could listen to every word they uttered. And yeah, RM is good. Really good.
The journey to Putrajaya in the morning was all talk on faith and religion and Christianity. *no comment* I'm sure RM could sense that I don't really have nothing much to say about this.
Followed JC back later on because RM needed to go and register his baby haha.
I got my first paycheck! Not much, but definitely more than my fellow peers. Gave all of it to dad as a gift card, and telling him to get himself a pair of suit, because he doesn't have one.
Internship: Day 14
It's the firm's GPW event today. Followed PX and HP to Sunway for bowling. Dinner was at Carl's Jr. Okay only la. Didn't really fancy it. RM brought his little girl along.
JC divided us into 4 groups. I was with, surprisingly, RM, HY and Hani. RM is really good! I was um, well you know. At the end of the first set, he was like, "No pressure Jasmine, but we could really use a strike now."
I didn't get it of course.
RM went back early. So the 3 of us went into the other 3 groups. I went into the group with As, Amira, KW, CL and YY. I did better in my second set. Got a score of 84 compared to the first score 42 haha. As was like, "Tak sia-sia import Jasmine masuk" and PX commented, "You couldn't perform with RM around is it?"
Hilarious people.
Couldn't remember who said it, but I think it was CL and she told someone "Longkang tak kotor. Tak payah cuci." Since most of us keep throwing the ball into the pit haha.
The way HP threw the bowling ball seemed a little, rough, but that's her style. And she's not bad a bowler too. At one point, Naza told her, "Lembut lah sikit!" And when she tried to throw the ball gently than her usual style, it of course went into the pit and the joke backfired on him.
It was a fun time with these people.
Internship: Day 11
Went to Ipoh with Naza, RM and DC. Mum thinks that RM is taking real good care of me because he asked me to go to Ipoh court, so far away. But I think that is what every intern will go through. Anyway, think I was sleeping half of the journey time to and fro. -tired-
Hearing was supposed to start at 9. But there were 2 divorce cases and a murder case before us.The murder case was long. So we started at 1130 and ended at 1500. The judge, Lee Swee Seng was interactive. So the hearing actually dragged that long.
I didn't really understand the case. So I couldn't really follow up too. Anyway, Rabinder was there. The opposing counsel solicitor. Didn't say hi to him, cox he wouldn't know my anyway. And the lead opponent counsel is a British I think. Found out that he's the Sultan of Perak's father-in-law.
Was sitting in the High Court halfway when the bailiff police looked at me and signaled me with some hand movements. At first I didn't know what was going on. Neither did DC. Then RM told me that I cannot cross my legs in court. Is there even such a thing?! How is this being rude to the court or obscene or anything? Rather than me opening my legs just like that right? I felt so freaking uncomfortable not being able to cross my legs. But eventually I ignored it and crossed my legs too.
Found out that both the defence and prosecutor can sit on the same side of the court. It doesn't matter.
My Canon Powershot S100 had lens error again! After 2 years! Damn it. Gotta send it back to be repaired now. They better not ask me to pay for the service, considering that is not my fault the product is faulty.
Internship: Day 10
Went to High Court today. Two days in a row to court. Going to court involves a lot of waiting, and it was seriously exhausting. I'm glad it is Friday.
It was only a case management, but I did learn too because it was after all my first time sitting in this procedure. The Registrar was strict but understanding and listened to both parties.
High Court seemed to have livelier environment if compared to the COA. More public, more lawyers, more people.
It is true what they said. When you go to court, the only friends you have are the lawyers; especially your opposing counsels. So be nice to them.
Had a meeting with my first client today. A weird one. And that led to me drafting my first proposal. Yay! It was insufficient, and when I compared my version and the amended version of PX's, mine was not very detailed.
Internship: Day 9
Naza helped me to fix this paper tray thingy! Thanks! :D Made my desk looks more professional haha.
Went to the Court of Appeal today. First time to court, and PX didn't fail to advertise that fact to everyone haha. PX mentioned to me that she enjoys going to court because that is where she gets to meet her friends. Just after she said that, I saw Naveen!
I was looking out of the Registry's door, and I noticed someone was staring in my direction. "Who on earth is that tall black guy staring at me?" Then I realised its him! It felt so long since we last met each other, approximately 1 month after exam ended.
The COA has a much stricter and more tensed environment, too formal. PX mentioned that one of her friends last time wore a sleeveless blouse, but in her defence, she did wear a black coat, so who cares if the inside is actually sleeveless or not? But the judge said "let me see your sleeve" and she got scolding after that. Geez. Such formality.
PX's friend whom we met in the court too relate her experience whereby she was stopped from entering the court because her skirt apparently was too short. She then told the person in charge that her skirt isn't short, but it's because she's fat. Well not fat. But she said she has big hips. So when she pulled and adjusted her skirt properly, the length was okay, and the person in charge started laughing and let her in.
RM asked if I can speak cantonese. Well I can but not properly. I then asked if he wants me to speak to someone. He wants me to translate to be exact. Well uh, I declined. I told him that there are a few in our firm who can speak better cantonese than I do but he said he wants a lawyer, and they are all clerks. My level of cantonese is passable, but it is not at the legal-level. We are speaking in a business context, and if anything happens, the firm's reputation is at its line. It's not something that I would want to risk.