am i dyslexic?

i mean seriously.
i am confusing my B's with my D's (and i dont mean that as in cup size okies).
case in point, im looking at s39B of the Dangerous Drugs Act 1952, and im taking down notes.
my note pad will look like;

"S39D S39B of the Act further states..."
"....therefore accused is charged under S39D S39B of the Act for trafficking..."
"...appellant is contending that the trial judge should have charged the respondent under S39D S39B.."

i tend to get my numbers all twisted up, and sometimes while writing down my phone number, i'll put down the last digit as a sum of the last two digits.
okay. thats confusing.
sort of when i mean to say xxx-xxxxx26?
i end up saying xxx-xxxxx28.
wtf, correct?

i was complaining about it to my colleagues then the three of us decided to wiki it..
omg. do i suffer from ADHD as well?!

its funny, because the three of us are sharing one office where the door is constantly open. so when people walk by, all they could see are three attachees staring very intently at the screen, not knowing we were reading up on dyslexia ;p

nah.
im not dyslexic.

cuz i wouldnt be able to read up on all the cases ive been reading up on now, would i?

4 days worth

its such a great form of escapism.
i now understand why people convert and become workaholics.

DAY ONE
i walked in 5 minutes late. hehe.
first day summore. *note to self. work on timing.*

i was not prepared for the amount of people taking the train to work. i understand that its the morning rush and all, but seriously..its as though the platform was not enough to hold all these people.
i thought id be able to make it in time if i leave the house at 730, but i ended up leaving at 735.
madness. furthermore, the train lingers at every platform, cuz it takes longer to shut its doors and go on its way. doesn't make much sense to me though, its not like leaving the doors open for few more seconds would allow more people into the train anyway.

so as i walked into the office, i was relieved to see that i was not the only new person there.
Besides another attachee, there were three new chambies as well. oddly enough, the first half of the day was spent with us not doing anything. seriously. just sitting in the chambering room talking to each other, more of like an informal "getting-to-know-you" session..

of all the fears i had such as
-snobby chambies
-stern and unfriendly lawyers
-being the only new one
-not knowing anything and ending up looking pretty foolish
-someone else wearing the same thing as myself (i know, super damn superficial)

ONE OF THE CHAMBIES WORE THE SAME SHOES AS I WAS.
OMG hahahahha..it was a great ice breaker la haha
"hey? same shoes!"
"yeah, i saw it when you walked in earlier on" *smiles*

halfway through the afternoon i was called up to my master's office along with another chambie. she assigned us this particular thing, and it was my first time looking through our malaysian law journals. im so not used to seeing malaysian names in cases! *jakun*

my master wanted me to get it for her ASAP.
so i asked another attachee (who has been there for a week already)
"hey, when someone says they want it ASAP..how ASAP is ASAP?"
"if they give it to you in the morning, you have to give before lunch..if you are given before lunch..you have to give it before you go home...like half a day..?"

so i rush like a gila person la.
only after i managed to find something (or at least, i thought i DID..) and running up the stairs to hand it to her...
SHE'S ALREADY GONE HOME.
*sigh*

had dinner with darling min. the bestie i only get to see once or twice (if i'm lucky) a year.
shattered all my romantic delusions about finding the right guy in one sentence.
asshole. but i love you anyways min, IF you are reading. but you know that without needing me to say a word, dontcha?


DAY TWO
decided to make a bit more effort and got up EVEN later.
what the fuck, right?
but i managed to leave the house ON time, and strolled easily into office at 820 :D
happy.

continued my search for my master, trying in vain to get what she wanted.
(and i decided to wear a different pair of shoes) haha..
i met her first thing in the morning, but unfortunately, what i got is not what she wanted. she finally explained to me in further detail what she needed, so with a narrow parameter, i was able to localize my search. and i ended up carrying 4 journals up to her room. HEAVY SIAL. (ok ok, i can't possibly bring all 4 up myself, so i had assistance)

she seemed quite satisfied with one of the cases i showed her, and therefore proceeded to give us a newer task.

i love to stay in the library. its so quiet, so scholarly.
but i suppose that just reading cases after cases, it took its toll on me so i ended up taking a short nap in the library. LOL. so exemplary, no?

digressing abit- i wore an apple green baju with black pants to the office..shortly after that one of the chambies informed us kindly that we are ENCOURAGED to wear black and white. just in case we need to go to court. so its pretty strict, the dresscode there. i felt like i stuck out like a green sore thumb. but i felt better when it was pointed out that someone else's attire was much too casual for the office.. *guilty*

since we left the office relatively late on the first day, the other attachee, yY and i decided that we would go back early; ie on time today.
just as we were getting ready to return the books to their respective shelves, Attachee Sr rushed into the library
"who wants to go to court tomorrow? palace of justice in putrajaya"

yY and i just looked at each other and we were like
"no!"
"i dunno the way!"
"no clothes to wear!"


Attachee Sr shook his head and laughed in disbelief.
"First time i hear attachee don't want to go to court just because she has no clothes to wear"

yY and i eyed him
"you know right, we were indirectly told off this morning about our clothes!!"
"alright..i'll go and inform them.."
and went off snickering. -_-""

"i feel bad la wei. not a very good impression."
"but what can we do..? i don't know how to get there!"

and we went to the chambering room and apologised to one chambie who was following her master the next day.
"i'm so sorry..do you really need an attachee to follow you?"
"yes, because its a good opportunity.."
"i don't know the way.. and i dont have suitable clothes.."
"eh? i got a white shirt..and my jacket is hanging on the back of the door.."

and she handed me the jacket, and it fit me perfectly.
"see? no more excuses!"

so that is how i ended up being the one to go to court the next day -_-"""


DAY THREE
had to wake up bloody early.
Attachee Sr's advice kept on replaying itself over and over in my head.
"you MUST be at KL sentral BEFORE 8."

i managed to get into the LRT by 730 i think..
OMG do you know how freaking worried i was?
i was carrying a bag stuffed with documents on my left shoulder, coat in my right hand. black knee length skirt with a proper white buttoned down formal shirt. running around in 3 inch heels.

tak-tak-tak-tak-tak up the escalator.
tak-tak-tak-tak-tak into the train (ignoring the bitch stares i got from the people around me because i had to cut the queue *appologises profusely*)
muttering my hail marys praying that i'll make it to sentral on time. serious shit. at every stop i'll be doing an internal countdown like "6 more to go..5 more..okay nearly there.."
and i had sordid visions of how i'll miss my train..and not make it to the Palace of Justice on time..and the look of disappointment..and the bad impression.. ugh..
stress sial.
reached kl sentral tak-tak-tak all the way down the stairs.
managed to get my ticket three freaking minutes before the train leaves.
tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak down the escalator, literally leaping into the erl.

(i only found out much later that the train will only depart 5 minutes after its due departure time.. geram sial)

finally, upon reaching putrajaya, my poor feet protested at the long and ardous walk to the taxi stand.
so damn far man!

but i'm thankful i made it on time.

seriously. i may as well have gone around with a huge JAKUN sign stamped onto my forehead.
the place was freaking huge. and ive never been to court, and here i am at the court of appeal.
got lost trying to find the cafeteria. hopeless, kan?

(later when i was excitedly recounting my story to a friend, i felt like cekik-ing her...im so happy i could go but then she blandly responded with
"oh..i was also given a chance to go, but i refused."
"but, its like my third day! and i get to go! second highest court!"
"well i was offered on my second day..and ask me three times already..i rather stay in library and do research. go to court. you learn NOTHING"
"you so negative la you..."
"im being a realist"
i did feel a bit potong steam la after that. but i respect what she had to say because that is her own opinion. as for me, i still am incredibly happy that i went. yes there will be many times after this, but the first time is always special, right?)

was really tired later on that evening, but i really wanted to see kiko.
met him at 8 and we lost each other at kl sentral, imagine that?
but for a moment only though *save face*
"where you wanna go?"
"dunno.where you wanna go?"
"dunno la..im freaking tired, you think la"
"we're going to your area! i dunno whats there.."

ding dong up and down like no ones business la the two of us.



DAY FOUR
a relatively normal day..body getting used to the routine by now.
i was assigned to do a research by one of the partners, so i carried the statute book and a whole bunch of books to the attachee room (they had to separate us..the chambies and the attachees, i mean..the chambering rooom was too small to fit such a huge number of people)

there was a talk that was going to be held at this particular place.. we were told that we SHOULD attend it (i now understand that the onus is on you to just accept any offer because i think they are not really asking you to do something...its more of like they are telling you to do so...which is great, or else we'd be missing out on loads of stuf if we had to choose it based on our own accord)
we were told that it starts at 3.
yY and i were so engrossed indoing our work that when we looked up at the time it was already 245.
and having to find Attachee Sr, getting our stuff together, etc etc..by the time we leave office, sure damn late, right?

we walked in exactly at 3.
to find that we were the only ones there.
upon receiving our materials and handouts for the talk..
we saw that the talk is only supposed to start at 330. finishes at 730. DAMN LONG LA WEI!

we left after the first half.
cannot la, the three of us were nodding off during the first talk itself.

met up with exBfNo3 for dinner. i really wanted to go to shojikiya for dinner but upon arrival, the line was so damn long. its sickening to see that the one restaurant i really wanted to go into was once again beyond my reach.

ended up at delicious once again with a huge bowl of wedges. and odd enough, the ex was not hungry so only a quarter of the wedges was consumed. damn wasted la wei!

ah. the ex.
he looks the same. but different, too.
thinner than ive ever known him to be. but a better conversationalist.
and he looks good also, somehow *smiles*
but what we had once between us (if one could actually call that "something") is no longer there. he is just a comfortable reminder of what the past was.