I know I haven't been writing much about the local politics that has been going crazy over the month. What does it matter, other Malaysian bloggers are already writing about it anyway. Why should I write about things that have already been written by other people? It doesn't mean that I'm not following the current issues. I do, but it's just that I have lots of things going on around me right now. Besides, I am not even eligible to vote yet. The age of majority for voting is 21.
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Mama and Dad are getting back together. I am not sure what I feel about it. I just need time to clear my mind. Big Sis Nur seems rather annoyed by all this, but she didn't say anything either. She just went out and hit the targets in the studio like hell. Like Dad, Big Sis Nur is a demon marksman. She never misses.
I'd hate to be in this target's place
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Grandpa Koh is moving to a new house in Bangi. After his near-death experience in the Bukit Antarabangsa incident, Grandpa Koh now has a phobia of living in high places... I mean, he is now afraid of living in hillside areas.
Grandpa Koh had been staying with cousins Ah Lek and Ah Ying at TTDI for a while, but he couldn't stand their dog Amadeus that keeps barking and howling continuously at night. And Amadeus always ate the newspapers before Grandpa Koh could get a hold of them.
"Your father and mother are an odd match," said Grandpa Koh when I told him about Mama and Dad's decision. "But if paired together, they make the strongest team when it comes to business and politics. Your mother is like earth, while your father is like water. Both of them are strong in their own ways."
Grandpa Koh had been staying with cousins Ah Lek and Ah Ying at TTDI for a while, but he couldn't stand their dog Amadeus that keeps barking and howling continuously at night. And Amadeus always ate the newspapers before Grandpa Koh could get a hold of them.
Grandpa Koh: "That should stop the stupid dog's barking."
"Your father and mother are an odd match," said Grandpa Koh when I told him about Mama and Dad's decision. "But if paired together, they make the strongest team when it comes to business and politics. Your mother is like earth, while your father is like water. Both of them are strong in their own ways."
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Something is wrong with Stefan. He's getting very distant from the family nowadays, and he is spending more time texting messages to his fat, ugly girlfriend Faris than completing his assignments. He has become a completely different person because of that bitch - in a negative way.
I got so angry when Stefan acted indifferently toward our four-year old nephew Ferhad, who was dropping by at Mama's house with his parents. Ferhad is just entering kindergarten, and yesterday he was proudly showing his first class drawing to Stefan. It was a drawing of a big house with a big horse tied to a big tree nearby the house. The kid's got talent.
But Stefan paid no attention to Ferhad and he quickly moved his fat ass away when his cell-phone rang. Stefan was only thinking of that witch. I bet she put some kind of evil love potion in those cakes she feed him.
Come on, that woman's got no class at all - she's just an ugly, fat, distasteful country bumpkin; an unsophisticated kampung girl with personality as common as muck. I can't believe Stefan would go for this type of woman. What a peasant!
Ferhad looked confused when Stefan gave him the cold shoulder. After all, Stefan is his favourite uncle. God, how could Stefan brush off a small kid like that?! I promised Ferhad that I'd take him out on a horse ride at Awana Genting next time. The kid grinned a big, happy grin. So did his parents.
I got so angry when Stefan acted indifferently toward our four-year old nephew Ferhad, who was dropping by at Mama's house with his parents. Ferhad is just entering kindergarten, and yesterday he was proudly showing his first class drawing to Stefan. It was a drawing of a big house with a big horse tied to a big tree nearby the house. The kid's got talent.
But Stefan paid no attention to Ferhad and he quickly moved his fat ass away when his cell-phone rang. Stefan was only thinking of that witch. I bet she put some kind of evil love potion in those cakes she feed him.
Come on, that woman's got no class at all - she's just an ugly, fat, distasteful country bumpkin; an unsophisticated kampung girl with personality as common as muck. I can't believe Stefan would go for this type of woman. What a peasant!
Ferhad looked confused when Stefan gave him the cold shoulder. After all, Stefan is his favourite uncle. God, how could Stefan brush off a small kid like that?! I promised Ferhad that I'd take him out on a horse ride at Awana Genting next time. The kid grinned a big, happy grin. So did his parents.
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I am busy sending my applications to several higher institutions in Europe. Currently I have my eye on Sheffield University in the UK. On the other hand, Oxford sounds cool too (I'm browsing over the institution in another tab as I type this). I decide to pursue a postgraduate degree after I receive my LLB.(Hons) degree this October. I suppose I'll be there during the February intake. Cousins Kamilla and Hairi are working as doctors in England, so I shouldn't have any problem in finding accomodation.
My final exams are coming up this April. I realize the horrible truth that my life as a law student shall end once the exams are over; Amel is then doomed under section 3 of the Legal Profession Act to become a "qualified person", who is nevertheless expected to become a lawyer, even though he doesn't feel like he wanted to be one.
The future is near, yet it seems so far away to me at the same time. I am afraid of the future ahead of me. I don't know if I could deal with a career in the legal profession, especially when it means I have to present myself in a society that can never understand me. What if I become depressed again? Maybe that is why I signed up for a postgraduate programme in Europe - it's my insurance in case I break down.
But life must go on, right?
My final exams are coming up this April. I realize the horrible truth that my life as a law student shall end once the exams are over; Amel is then doomed under section 3 of the Legal Profession Act to become a "qualified person", who is nevertheless expected to become a lawyer, even though he doesn't feel like he wanted to be one.
The future is near, yet it seems so far away to me at the same time. I am afraid of the future ahead of me. I don't know if I could deal with a career in the legal profession, especially when it means I have to present myself in a society that can never understand me. What if I become depressed again? Maybe that is why I signed up for a postgraduate programme in Europe - it's my insurance in case I break down.
But life must go on, right?
"TAK BISA BERHENTI" BY COLABR8 is playing in my mind today.
Pic Title:
Life Goes On Poem
Created by:
Ruslan5387
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