- am older but am not old—this is an awkward stage to be in at social settings.
- need new work shoes—the right sole tore on my old pair.
- miss the UK intermittently—it's surprising how random scenes, people, places from uni days pop up in my head suddenly.
- am unsure about many things, but am not altogether too bothered about it for now, thankfully.
- am not looking forward to leaving for work at 7.30am tomorrow.
- need a new phone—current one hasn't be working properly for more than a year.
- detest the fact that everyone's disgustingly busy.
- wish I had more time for myself: to read, to write, to watch movies, to bake, to run, to swim, to paint, to go to the gym, to people-watch, to dream.
- am looking forward to dinner with an old friend tomorrow night.
- do love my country, despite it's many, many flaws.
- am okay.
Sunday, 25 April 2010
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Saturday, 24 April 2010
Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will You Do The Fandango?
Friends are becoming increasingly hard to contact, let alone meet up with. I call them at 9 in the evening and they whisper back, "Sorry, I'm in a meeting. Call you back. Bye." More and more of them are working late nights and weekends. Office politics in some firms (not mine, thank God) is becoming unbearable for some.
Then today I found out some guy who did a viral video on YouTube now has his own Cartoon Network series. Life clearly is not fair. I should just quit my job and try to do that. In the meantime, more notes from my slavery, I mean my pupillage, 12th to 23rd April.
D61 (12th April): You know what I hate most about my job? The Federal Highway.
D62: Legal Aid Orientation, then 17 durians at Sentul.
D63: My first mention at the Industrial Court was...a bit of a let-down, really.
D64: Q: If A fraudulent doctor is are called a 'quack', what is a fraudulent lawyer called? A: A lawyer.
D65: Another Friday night in the office feeling alienated. C'est la vie, eh?
D65A (Sat 17th April): I'll dance to the tune my own trumpet, thank you very much.
D66: I took Panadol for my migraine but there aren't any pills for Monday Blues.
D67: Today was a productive day. So why do I feel so crappy at the end of it?
D68: Work kills but litigation murders.
D69: "Destiny is a demoness." Ramli Ibrahim, my hat goes off to you. You should have got a Datukship years ago.
D70: I'm tired of hearing the words "I'm tired".
Then today I found out some guy who did a viral video on YouTube now has his own Cartoon Network series. Life clearly is not fair. I should just quit my job and try to do that. In the meantime, more notes from my slavery, I mean my pupillage, 12th to 23rd April.
D61 (12th April): You know what I hate most about my job? The Federal Highway.
D62: Legal Aid Orientation, then 17 durians at Sentul.
D63: My first mention at the Industrial Court was...a bit of a let-down, really.
D64: Q: If A fraudulent doctor is are called a 'quack', what is a fraudulent lawyer called? A: A lawyer.
D65: Another Friday night in the office feeling alienated. C'est la vie, eh?
D65A (Sat 17th April): I'll dance to the tune my own trumpet, thank you very much.
D66: I took Panadol for my migraine but there aren't any pills for Monday Blues.
D67: Today was a productive day. So why do I feel so crappy at the end of it?
D68: Work kills but litigation murders.
D69: "Destiny is a demoness." Ramli Ibrahim, my hat goes off to you. You should have got a Datukship years ago.
D70: I'm tired of hearing the words "I'm tired".
Thursday, 22 April 2010
Monday, 19 April 2010
Jukebox: Real Men
...can make you cry.
Ray LaMontagne. Digging the beard?
Chet Baker.
Rufus Wainright.
The incomparable Jeff Buckley.
David Gray.
Ray LaMontagne. Digging the beard?
Chet Baker.
Rufus Wainright.
The incomparable Jeff Buckley.
David Gray.
In The Wee Small Hours
I am, by inclination, a very reflective person. I am also, by nature I suppose, nocturnal when it comes to cerebral alertness. My mind is most lucid and wide open at night, and so I usually question, ponder and philosophise on life's vagaries, mysteries and "big questions" when most people around me are sound asleep.
It's really no surprise then that I'm typing this to myself in the middle of the night. The week has past, and in a few hours I'll be driving off to the office again (I hope I won't be late). I suppose it has been an normal week—nothing extraordinarily horrid or fantastic happened, work was hectic as usual, I had a nice meet up with a friend, I bought stuff, I ate stuff, I slept, I cursed at the traffic jams, I tried to convince myself to exercise, I ate cheesecake instead, etc.
Yet as the week passed, I was often consciously aware of how little control I had over time, how it was rushing past me as I worked/slept/drove/lived, and how, so many times in my past, I had wasted it away. I don't mean I to say I regret anything that I did, in fact in my past I did do a lot of things which I felt were worthwhile or necessary at the time, but perhaps I did not use time as effectively and efficiently as I could have. The bits in between events, the spare minutes I spent napping, stoning, reading silly magazines, watching pointless videos—I could have used those lost moments to learn new skills or sharpen existing ones. Of course, this realisation is too little too late now.
Now my life seems to be a gushing stream of activity that I have little control over. Work saps all of my time and energy on weekdays (and occasionally weekends too), and during weekends I usually take things easy to recover from the previous week's strain, which usually means I end up achieving very little on Saturday and Sunday and regretting it on Sunday night. After a while, my mental list of things to do, places to visit, pieces to write, books to read, people to meet up with, movies to watch, chores to complete, etc. grows so large that I lose track of it all and I think: where's the time?
It's really no surprise then that I'm typing this to myself in the middle of the night. The week has past, and in a few hours I'll be driving off to the office again (I hope I won't be late). I suppose it has been an normal week—nothing extraordinarily horrid or fantastic happened, work was hectic as usual, I had a nice meet up with a friend, I bought stuff, I ate stuff, I slept, I cursed at the traffic jams, I tried to convince myself to exercise, I ate cheesecake instead, etc.
Yet as the week passed, I was often consciously aware of how little control I had over time, how it was rushing past me as I worked/slept/drove/lived, and how, so many times in my past, I had wasted it away. I don't mean I to say I regret anything that I did, in fact in my past I did do a lot of things which I felt were worthwhile or necessary at the time, but perhaps I did not use time as effectively and efficiently as I could have. The bits in between events, the spare minutes I spent napping, stoning, reading silly magazines, watching pointless videos—I could have used those lost moments to learn new skills or sharpen existing ones. Of course, this realisation is too little too late now.
Now my life seems to be a gushing stream of activity that I have little control over. Work saps all of my time and energy on weekdays (and occasionally weekends too), and during weekends I usually take things easy to recover from the previous week's strain, which usually means I end up achieving very little on Saturday and Sunday and regretting it on Sunday night. After a while, my mental list of things to do, places to visit, pieces to write, books to read, people to meet up with, movies to watch, chores to complete, etc. grows so large that I lose track of it all and I think: where's the time?
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
Happy Indian New Year
Happy Vaisaki/New Year to all Sikh and Hindu friends!
P.S. If you have a chance to watch IndiCine Live! tonight at KLPAC, 8.30pm, PLEASE GO! It'll be RM23 well spent!
Peace,
Algy
Saturday, 10 April 2010
I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low
More musings on the road to being called to the Bar, March 29th to April 9th.
D55 (29th March): Why must the courts be soooo anal?!
D56: Sometimes I wonder why we have a "Constitution" at all.
D57: Dear Older Generation, thank you for destroying my planet, ruining my country and parenting all these jerks around me. RESPECT yo!
D58: Another new pupil.
D59: I think that sometimes, it's best not to think at all.
D60 (5th April): My play got performed today! Thank you to all who helped out and to those who came.
D61: Watch your step. It's a minefield out there.
D62: Rooftops are good for dreaming on, and apparently restaurants, gyms, theatres and clubs too.
D63: "It's all about the money."
D64: Reckless restlessness redux.
D55 (29th March): Why must the courts be soooo anal?!
D56: Sometimes I wonder why we have a "Constitution" at all.
D57: Dear Older Generation, thank you for destroying my planet, ruining my country and parenting all these jerks around me. RESPECT yo!
D58: Another new pupil.
D59: I think that sometimes, it's best not to think at all.
D60 (5th April): My play got performed today! Thank you to all who helped out and to those who came.
D61: Watch your step. It's a minefield out there.
D62: Rooftops are good for dreaming on, and apparently restaurants, gyms, theatres and clubs too.
D63: "It's all about the money."
D64: Reckless restlessness redux.
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Thursday, 1 April 2010
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