Heart shaped pendant

A crystal heart shaped pendant
Not for me, But for thee

A crystal heart shaped pendant
Bought for no one known to me

A crystal heart shaped pendant
I will wear till I finally find thee

Whoever you are
Wherever you are

When that day finally comes
Than I'll fasten it around your neck

With it you'll have my heart
With the blessings from up above
My very being
And my undivided unadulterated love.

My mom is my dad's murukku.

My dad is an avid fan of murukku. I can see that when he is eating his murukku, he cuts a peaceful figure, watching Buletin Utama, with his kain pelikat and omnipresent baju pagoda.

My parents are sitting in front of me. My dad is sitting like an Indian Maharaja, legs on coffee table and his hands folded behind his head. My mom is sitting on the floor in front of my dad, with her arms on my dad's lap,crossing it.

My mom and dad has been married for 25 years. I have never seen my dad raise his voice against my mom and vice versa. My dad almost never calls my mom by her name. He would only call her by her name if he's joking around. He would call her Che Yah, just to spike my mom off for no reason. When my mom makes a sour face, he would than laugh his heart out and look at us, expecting us to join him laughing. Most of the time we would.

My dad would almost exclusively call my mom "yang", short form for "sayang". My mom would interchange the words she used to call my dad. Sometimes she calls him abang, ayah or darling. But most of the time she would use the word "yang"

My dad's number in my mom's phone is saved as "Darl"

My mom's number, in my dad's phone is saved as "Zahirah"

You would think my dad would be the less romantic of the two but believe me, my mom is my dad's murukku: He can't live without her. There was this one time my mom went out for a foot massage with my uncle and aunty. Ten minutes passed until my dad finally lost it:

"Call mama..tanya bila nak balik..dah lewat ni"

My dad, the usually ridiculously early sleeper waited for my mom to come home before he finally went to bed. My mom came home within an hour but faham faham sahajalah..kalau sepuluh minit keluar pun dah suruh call tanya bila nak balik...one hour must have felt like eons to him.

I pray to god that I too, will have a relationship with my future wife that is as loving and cute as my parents :)

What it's like to be a brother.

I am a brother to three people. I am an elder for two, and a younger for one.

When my little brother oversteps the boundaries of morality and respect, than a tight slap will be given. My parents won't ever slap him so it's up to me to teach him a lesson. It works. He may be all grown up but whenever I see him, I still see the baby boy I used carry in my arms. I know him inside and out. His ego is phenomenal. So whether I like it or not, I have to be extremely hard with this particular fellow.

My elder brother protected me from bullies in school and at times even took the bullet for me. I never told him this, and he probably wont ever find out since he never reads my blog but he is literally my hero. Whenever a major decision is to be made, there are three people who I would always ask first. My parents, and him.

If he says yes to something, than there will be no doubt in my mind. Because I have always believed that he knows best. But he nags a lot. More than my mother and father combined.

When my little sister does something wrong that I cannot accept, than I will nag to her like there's no tomorrow. I will shout at her and use the most shall we say, "cruel" words imaginable. To teach her a lesson and make sure she doesn't do it again. I have busted my ass for this particular cow so many times, but it's okay, because she's my sister.

I do lose my cool at times, I admit that but I am only human. That's one thing bad about me. My temper. But I am only temperamental when it comes  to my siblings. I am always garang to them because of one simple reason. I want them to be better than everyone else.

That's the reason  why it's okay if someone else comes home late or doesn't take a shower after playing badminton. It's their choice. It's their life. But when my siblings do it, sorry, it's not your life or your choice. You do something stupid, you're gonna get it from me.

Theres no such thing as jaga hati.

They may hate me for being the garang brother that I am, but I have one simple philosophy when it comes to being a brother.

Let them hate me for being strict, overprotective and garang, I don't mind because if anything ever happens to them, I'd be a broken man till the day I die and blame myself every single day. It's not easy being a brother. I'm only 22 and I have yet to reach full maturity, mentally speaking. I'm still a very young man but in front of my younger siblings, I try to be a full fledged "grown-up".

I know I may not be the best brother there is out there but I do love each and every one of you, with all my heart.

Are lawyers sexy?

I was chatting with a friend of mine and I asked her one question:
Are fighter pilots sexy?
She answered almost instantly yes.

Now before you assume anything, it's not that I have a thing for male fighter pilots. I love girls. Period. It's just that there was this one time, I met a real life fighter pilot. There were girls around me at that time and the moment he left, all the girls said the same thing:

"So sexy"

So I asked them, what about lawyers? Are lawyers sexy?

They said No.

So it got me thinking. Why the hell not?

Have they not seen The Practice? Have they not seen Boston Legal? Have they not seen real life lawyers? With our sharp suits, polished leather shoes and swagger?

Someone told me lawyers are nerdy. Fine. We read a lot. But we're not pointdexters like accountants and engineers. All day cooped up in an air-conditioned office doing maths. Yes. maths. How cool is that?

I am not saying I am sexy, but as a future lawyer, I am out on a crusade to defend my future profession from being laughed at and labeled as a profession for nerds.

Here's a list I came up with. It's just what I think and I stand to be corrected!
(Rockstars, Actors, Supermodels, pro athletes etc not included..different level altogether)

Top 3 Cool:
1.Fighter Pilots - Theres no denying this man. Uber cool.
2.Doctors - Have you seen McDreamy and his crew saving people? Cool.
3.Lawyers - Have you seen Dylan McDermott in The Practice? Cool.

Top 3 Un-Cool:
1.Engineers - Maths, that's all they do.
2.Accountants - They audit companies. Need I say more. A.u.d.i.t.
3.Teachers - God bless them but all of us have terrorized or made at least one teacher cry during our schooldays. Getting bullied by a bunch of kids? Un-Cool.

So there you have it. Lawyers are sexy, apart from me of course. I am an exception, I am a self professed nerd who read books as a favorite past time. But in general, lawyers are sexy. We may dress up like penguins with our black and white attire but my god ladies and gentleman, we're damn stylish penguins, waddling our way to defend justice.....well, to defend justice in most cases at least....

Trust me, I'm a lawyer.

Tun Dr Mahathir Bin Mohamad.

The grand old man of Malaysia.

Being a law student, I've heard about Tun Dr Mahathir's role in the 1988 constitutional crisis. Being a law student, I've heard about how the grand old man of Malaysia completely ignored the doctrine of the separation of powers. Being a law student, I've heard an earful of things negative about the former Prime Minister.

Being a Malaysian, I've seen the great things Tun Dr Mahathir did for the country. Being a Malaysian, I am living the comfortable life I am living because of him. Being a Malaysian, I have Tun Dr Mahathir to thank.

Being a Malay, I have seen how Tun Dr Mahathir helped his people. Being a Malay, I have seen how Tun Dr Mahathir fought for our rights. Being a Malay, I have also seen and heard some Malays calling him a traitor to his own people.

Tun Dr Mahathir Bin Mohamad. Loved and loathed by many. He may have done some wrong, but my god has he done so many rights. Look around you. Your comfortable life is testament to this.

When a man dies, the mark of his greatness can be seen  by the sheer number of people that will shed tears during his funeral. When Tun Razak died, Malaysians of all color and creed queued up to attend his funeral and pay their last respects to his body, which was lying in state. He was a great man. A fighter and a patriot.

Believe me, when Tun Dr Mahathir finally leaves this world, Malaysia will cry. And so will I.

Embarrassing E-mail addresses: Evidence of the inner kid inside all of us.

I am the proud account holder of a very childish e-mail address. It's a combination of my obsession with Star Wars and John Lennon. I'm very proud of my very childish and somewhat dumb e-mail address, no doubt...but one day, on the first day of my legal attachment...something happened...

Lawyer: Ok Faisal, I am going to send you a few documents for you to look at. I want you to study them and make the appropriate amendments.


Kid Law Student: Ok ma'am, no problem *childish smirk due to extreme excitement over getting proper "legal" assignment*


Lawyer: Alright, good boy. Give me your e-mail address.

Kid Law Student: *silent*


Lawyer: Faisal? Your e-mail address please?


You see, apart from my Star Wars/Lennon themed childish e-mail address, I also have one "professional" not-embarrassing e-mail address. One for play, and one for work. I would usually use my "professional e-mail address for "serious" matters. Problem was, I had difficulties accessing my "professional" e-mail address since the past few days. So I had no choice but to give her my Star Wars/Lennon themed e-mail address.


Kid Law Student: *mumbling dumb immature e-mail address*


Lawyer:.....come again...


Kid Law Student: *mumbling dumb immature e-mail address*


Lawyer:..*smiles*


Sigh..I went to the office looking my best. Crisp white shirt. Jet black slacks with a jet black tie to match...black leather shoes..looking like the real deal. I left the office feeling like a retarded 6 year old Star Wars geek.


Moral of the story: Create back up professional e-mail addresses. If you don't, and if you're a guy, and you kantoi with your senior, you will feel like nothing short of being emasculated.