Thursday, 16 July 2009

TL!

It's early in the morning, and already I feel absolutely M.A.D.
It's not personal. Wait. Maybe it is, since it involves someone so dear to me.
When I was having breakfast, mom told me that dad is not happy with his work. Why am I not surprised? He hasn't been happy ever since he got promoted.
But somehow, today, it has gotten to my nerves. I cannot go into the details, because it's supposed to be confidential, but I have half in mind to spill the beans and reveal to the public how fucked up the whole "system" is! (I know there are people who will not like me using the F word, but circumstances force me to, and I simply canNOT find a better word to describe the "system".)
You know how infuriated I was when I heard friends saying that the present "system" is much better than the previous "system", and that they can actually see some changes, albeit minor ones?!
YOU KNOW HOW ANGRY I WAS AT THAT POINT OF TIME?!
Of course I didn't show it. I don't blame them. People from the outside do not know what is going on. Lucky for me, another friend understands my frustration because he, too, was from the "system". He understood perfectly what I was trying to say.
My ass la that the new "system" is better, that our rights are protected, no racial discrimination, bla bla bla. That's what the NEWSPAPERS tell you! They are ALL OUT for publicity. But nobody knows what's going on inside! And the poor people who are inside have to suffer!
People getting blamed for a crime they didn't commit. People not being awarded accordingly while some other fucktards get all the glamour. People being forced to do what is against their conscience. People ending up being scapegoats.
Where's the justice in all these?! Publicity and popularity at the expense of your subordinates?!
People keep saying that we should take up the challenge and stand up for the public. That the public needs dedicated people in the "system". But these people are all-talk-no-action. I also can say that the "system" is this, the "system" is that, but who can come up with a solution? All we do is point fingers at problems and to highlight them repeatedly to shine a bad light at someone.
I don't give a shit who the "system" is comprised of. It DOES NOT make any difference! They are ALL the same! They are there for the SAME REASON.
If you enjoy doing what you do, then fine. But some people do not! So let them go already!
Bad way to start off my day. I sometimes hope for a revolution. Seriously.

Friday, 3 July 2009

Lo & Behold!

I PASSED MY ETHICS EXAM!!!

Ok lah, to be honest, I’m not THAT happy and excited. It’s more of like a wave of relieve than anything else.


But seriously, the whole thing is a little disappointing.


Firstly, it took more than a month for our results to be released.


Then all of a sudden, we received this piece of PAPER stating something like “Certificate of Due Diligence” bla bla bla “This is to certify that you have DULY ATTENDED …”

...


DULY ATTENDED??!!! What happened to the forcing-us-to-take-the-exam-and-us-passing??!!!


I wasn’t even sure whether did I pass or not when I received that piece of paper. So I called the Bar Council. This transpired:


X: Hello, selamat petang.


Me: Selamat petang. I’m calling to enquire about my ethics results (okay-lah for that one moment I was dumbfounded because I didn’t expect the lady to speak to me in BM! So I spoke in English. -_-)


X: Please hold on.


*some annoying music*


Y: Hello?


Me: Hello, I’m calling to enquire about my ethics results.


Y: Oh, you have to speak to Shahril (or something like that). I’ll pass you to him.


Me: Thank you.


Y: You’re welcome.


*the same music again*


Shahril: Hello.


Me: Hello, I’m calling to enquire about my ethics results (at this point I was kinda pissed off with repeating the same sentence).


Shahril: Wait.


*silence*


Shahril: What session?


Me: *dumbfounded again* Err… I’m from Penang?


Shahril: Petition number?


Me: 18-****-08


*silence*


Shahril: Pass.


Me: Thank…


*Shahril hangs up*


WTF??!!


Nevermind that he didn’t have the courtesy to at least congratulate me. At least let me finish saying thank you lah!


Craziness man!


But anyways, I’m relieved that I passed!