Archive for August, 2009

August 30, 2009 Leave a comment

I would like to fancy myself as a patriotic person.

However, I’m going to bed before it strikes midnight because I hate the noise that accompany any celebration.

Doesn’t help where I stay there usually are so many firework displays.

Apparently someone said there wouldn’t be any.

I am sooooo not going to take my chances.

Off to bed and to dreamland.

Hypnos, take me.

And if anyone would give me a bottle of Lancome’s Hypnose, I’ll love you forever πŸ˜‰

Oh, and the Merdeka babies, Amni and Victoria, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! =D

Hope you’ll have a wonderful day tomorrow.

Oh, and yes, to fellow Malaysians, Selamat Hari Merdeka.


August 29, 2009 Leave a comment

Sometimes it scares the hell out of me how I can separate the Muslim me and the lawyer me so completely.

However, the area of my interest requires me to do so, and I am glad that God gave me the ability.

And I frankly don’t think it means I’m contradict myself; it means that I am able to see the difference between my professional and personal life.

On religion, and I know this interview is old, but what the heck.

I know of John Barrowman through Broadway. And then when I watched that episode of Graham Norton where he was interviewing David Tennant and Jo Brand (could watch that episode again and again to see Jo Brand’s expression when she was talking about her friend who had “Delhi Belly. Hahaha), his name was mentioned. But I never actually connected that name to his face until I was on a tour of the Scottish Highlands and met that uber interesting Northern Irish girl who was reading his bio, Anything Goes.

“He’s the guy who sang Springtime for Hitler???????”


Do watch this clip. We may profess to different religion, but his views are pretty similar to mine. Religion-wise. Human rights wise; the fact that I am saying it makes it rather obvious it will be different, right?

God gave us brains; use it. Don’t just accept what one expert say. Find more experts’ views and make decision on your own. To me, Islam is about trusting yourself above everything else.

You are humans, not sheep. Don’t just follow the shepherd once you have decided who he is. In fact, don’t even bother choosing one, or if you have to choose, choose more than one. However, always always do what you think is right, not just blindly. Don’t waste God’s creation that make us unique amongst all His creations.

Of course something happened to make me think this way. It is because of this commentary by Koh Lay Chin in the NST that triggered it.

Admittedly I ignored stuff about Teoh Beng Hock apart from the headlines and not going into details.

However, I feel compelled to write an entry about it.

Nonetheless, not sleeping for almost 20 hours has scrambled my mind, and I would like to do the teachings of my brilliant tutors justice.

So I am going to bed now.

And putting Glasgow aside for now.

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August 29, 2009 Leave a comment


I miss Glasgow.

Even though I was there for about 3 days only.


Too sleepy to explain.

Will be up in an hour’s time; maybe update later.


The new title

August 27, 2009 2 comments

How very different from the previous title, huh?


Was talking to Mars about it when she told me her best friend studies in Glasgow uni.

Well, I practically tell everyone about it nowadays.

I don’t know why; it’s just so funny.

I am serious about doing it, though. Seriously serious.

It frustrates me that I found out about it on my last day in Glasgow.

I would have done it even though all 3 days I was there was raining.

After all, I want to do it in winter. πŸ˜›

My clothes would freeze instead of dry, I’m thinking. Haha.

It is also my Twitter bio. Haha. πŸ˜›

Anyway, apparently, according to Mars, I do have a plan:

Move to Glasgow, and on the first day, do laundry and drag it to Glasgow Green, hang the clothes and camp there to make sure no one takes them away.

Superbly simple plan.

Though who in the world does laundry on their first day after moving to a new city?

Haha. πŸ˜›

But yeah, this is my dearest ambition right now.

And since I feel about 2, or 4… actually, I don’t feel; I act as if I’m 2… or 4. Hahaha.

So, I can say… “when I grow up, I wanna hang clothes to dry at Glasgow Green.”

Amni asked, once I’ve achieved that, what will I do?

Next on the list is to convert to Greek Orthodox for one Easter… About the time after they have finished the mass or whatever they do (okay, I’m really not bothered about the finer things about the religion) and just slightly before they start breaking those red painted eggs.

After that, I’ll leave the religion.


Of course this blog will not just talk about that. Seriously; what else can I talk about my wanting to hang clothes at Glasgow Green apart from what I’ve said?

Oh, I emphasize on the fact I just want to hang my laundry there; not actually do my laundry there.


My idea of doing laundry is still dumping stuff into the machine.

Still, it is me more than Cameras, cookies and Cailean (the last is being hidden behind another but much more expensive Edinburgher sheep in a tartan dress).

And gives people a teaser, if you like, of how I am.

So ridiculously silly. Or like one of my friends said (I can’t remember who now), “so weird that you can’t really use “eccentric” to describe her.”


And since I’m deleting that thingy at the side now that it doesn’t explain the blog title, I’m copying it here. Just for memory’s sake. πŸ˜› Light color so you won’t have to read it, really.

My blog used to be named Camera, cartoons and cakes; then, I thought I preferred cakes. Then I changed cakes with cookies and took out cartoon from the list because I realized my new obsession was sheep, so I used the Malay word for goat, kambing, for my blog, as the word for sheep, kambing biri-biri, was just too long; it became Camera, cookies and kambing. Some time after that, the camera became cameras because I now like several camera models; not just my Nikon p5100. And just three days ago (today’s the 29th of Nov 2008), I decided on the name of one of my sheep plushie, Cailean, pronounced ka-len. It’s a male Scottish name; the sheep is dressed in a kilt and I got it when I was in Edinburgh. It is not my favorite sheep plushie though; my favorite is Gemuk McGrumpy (named because it is fat [gemuk means fat in Malay] and it looks grumpy. The combination makes it so cute. And I got it in Scotland; that’s why the Mc. I’m not a Grey’s Anatomy fan). Still, its name starts with C, so it suits the theme of the title of my blog. πŸ˜€

Categories: Narcissistic, On my blog


August 26, 2009 Leave a comment

No; regardless of of my complains the last 2 post, I am not boycotting everything Scottish.

My economist mother would kill me if I ever even thought of such thing; Adam Smith, anyone?

See the illogical thing that would be?

Didn’t stop an Economics student from Carnegie-Mellon to say she’ll be boycotting everything Scottish.

Do quit your degree at your university, please.

Still, I am totally addicted to the hashtag on Twitter.

Just shows how stupid the Americans is (what big surprise) and soothe my need to have as much British humor in my life.

Oh, I still use American spelling; big deal. However, I can change. Just that one letter is just so difficult to type. πŸ˜›

Anyone who want to do it right, could you not check the website. Check this one instead. Tells you how to boycott it properly, though there’s a whole lot more.

It is absolutely amazing.

And the best thing is that the Americans think that the British are actually trying to help them boycott Scotland.


The website should have added American’s independence to the list as well.

Wouldn’t it be funny… they boycott their independence, and go back to the British… and guess what? The Prime Minister’s Scottish!! Hah!!

And Nina, suddenly for some reason you make me feel guilty of my music taste… 2 songs je come to mind… Both talk about female smokers; Miranda Lambert’s Gunpowder and Lead (wait by the door and light a cigarette) and Franz Ferdinand’s No You Girls (flick your cigarette and kiss me).

But the latter… He probably smokes as well, being British, so no big deal la kan.

The former… Awesome awesome song if you are on a vengeance on a boyfriend. In fact, listen to her whole album; Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. Very crazy ex-gf indeed.

Categories: On my blog, One World


August 25, 2009 1 comment

An acquaintance whom I assume smokes cigarettes posted this article on shishas up on facebook.

I am rather surprised people don’t think smoking shisha is bad; think that it is not as bad as smoking cigarettes.

I mean, hello!! It is still tobacco!! Why is it less bad?

Is it because the smoke is cooled down by the water?

I don’t know why, but for some reason I’ve always thought between cigarette and shisha, cigarette would pose less harm since you don’t share.

I’m not big with sharing things, so I suppose the bias is there.

Oh, I absolutely can’t stand people smoking. I would go even as far as to ignore friends when they’re smoking sometimes.

I can’t believe some people who smoke shisha actually look down at cigarette smokers!!

C’mon!! You guys are the same, man!!

Categories: Ramblings

August 22, 2009 Leave a comment


JPA doesn’t have my degree listed in their recognition of qualification list. My LLB from a top 10 uni.


And if you did a feckin’Β BIBLICAL STUDIES degree or a Celtic studies degree from bloody Aberdeen, they recognize your degree.


I should have gone to Aberdeen and did a stupid lousy degree.


And they fucking recognize an LLB from UNIVERSITY OF GLASGOW!!!!

I thought Scots Law not recognized!!!

And even better, they recognize LLB (Hons) in Scots Law with French Legal Studies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What the hell?


And they recognize Strathclyde’s as well!!

What the hell did Glasgow do to JPA that they recognize the LLBs from two Glaswegian universities???

I bloody hate Glasgow right now.


OMG they recognize Sheffield Hallamm!!

What the hell???