Yameen's Crap

Justice is Served

My advice to everyone : Don't mess with the law. You wouldn't want to go through the trouble of arguing your case in court. Being questioned by two sharp lawyers and a wise judge all while you stand alone in the witness box - vulnerable and scared, is not a good situation to be in.

I should know. I was there.

I had to be at the Mayor's & City Council Court last week to give my evidence against my previous landlord, who has requested for a suspension on a warrant to evict her from the flat we previously rented. She has actually requested and received six suspensions before this, and her first request dated way back in 2001. Well, her luck ran out on her seventh request, because this time, the council had so much strong evidence against her. And I am somewhat glad that me and Aliaa were able to help in setting things right.

I don't know how to elaborate more on the whole case for you because honestly, I barely understood whatever property law jargon the lawyers argued about in court. But what I can share with you is my grueling experience in court! That was my first time ever in a courthouse, and I was told by the council officers that Aliaa and I were lucky to get our case heard in an old court. It was indeed somewhat majestic. The court was apparently the oldest local civil court in England, so it was more like a historical visit for us, haha.

But nonetheless, both Aliaa and I were both scared that day because our previous landlord is not really a person you would want to meet in person. Seeing her that day sort of brought back bad memories to both of us. But we didn't really care much. Aliaa and I have put the past behind us, and we were there to carry out our responsibility to provide the judge with our evidence. And so we did.

Both Aliaa and I had to swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, while holding an Al-Quran. That was kind of creepy, haha. Then, the lawyers went through routine questions, which were mostly yes or no questions; so that wasn't really a big deal. But when the defendant's lawyer started questioning us, it became a bit freaky. He lashed our questions and statements that could probably cause the judge to question our credibility, but I don't think he succeeded. After him, the judge suddenly had a few small questions for us - he asked if we were students, where we were from, bla bla bla and at the end, he made a small joke by saying that, "I bet you would rather be in Malaysia now." Haha.

After our session passed, we were allowed to leave the court. The case went on for 2 more days apparently, as the council had so much evidence to present. And, after 3 days in court, the judge ruled in favour of the council. So, our previous landlord will be evicted soon. The council officer called me to inform me with the verdict, and she was very thankful that both us girls came and gave our evidence in front of the judge. She also told me that during the judge's summary, he mentioned that Aliaa and I were both well-mannered girls. :0)

All in all, that was really such an experience for both me and Aliaa! It was interesting, exciting, and scary at the same time. But honestly, I wouldn't want to go through it again. :0P Let's just leave that as a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

Posted by yameEn on Friday, November 28, 2008

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Definitely something worth writing about in your memoirs =)

By The Keen Observer, at Thursday, December 04, 2008 5:15:00 PM

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Thank You! :0)

Thank you for making me forget my ridiculous weekend, and giving me a wonderful start to the week!

Opu : Thanx for the 'evil and fulfilling' words. Har har.

Alia S : Thannnnx for listening, and for calming me down. :0)

Papa : Thanx for today's quote. :0D

BE ANGRY

"Anyone can become angry - that is easy.

But to be angry with the right person,

to the right degree,

at the right time,

for the right purpose,

and in the right way - that is not easy."

Not 'angry' anymore. Papa's quote today made me realise that I shouldn't waste my energy on those who just do ridiculous things; that's just simply ridiculous. I should save my anger for the times when it actually matters. Haha.

Posted by yameEn on Tuesday, November 18, 2008

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Wow bestnye quotes tu. Pinjammm. =D Be happy!

By als, at Tuesday, November 18, 2008 11:52:00 PM

Boleh tengok, baca, pinjam dan guna 'Quotes' & 'Proverbs' - dalam Papa's Blogg, as linked!

By BUDAK SENALING, at Thursday, November 20, 2008 12:20:00 PM

yameen garang..alia apasal takbleh nak bace your blog? add me again n again jefriman@gmail.com

By Jeff Johari, at Thursday, November 20, 2008 7:41:00 PM

Terima kasih Uncle!

Jeff ok..

By als, at Friday, November 21, 2008 12:25:00 AM

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Maturity doesn't come with age.

Some young ones have minds which are capable of creating ideas and opinions so logically unthinkable, they surprise everyone with thier maturity.

Some aged adults give such stupid philosophies and carry out such childish actions, no doubt everyone smirks at their immaturity.

Who said maturity came with age?

Grow up. Act your age. Seriously.

Posted by yameEn on Monday, November 17, 2008

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One just need to have respect. When one start learning the word respect, one is wise and matured. Think of wonderful thoughts and everything will get better! Hopefuly :)

By als, at Monday, November 17, 2008 11:46:00 PM

yameen emo....

By Jeff Johari, at Wednesday, November 19, 2008 4:46:00 PM

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Majulah Sukan untuk Negara : Notts Games 2008

Monkey No.1

Monkey No.2

Myself and Monkey No. 3

Posted by yameEn on Monday, November 10, 2008

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Cun ah awek baju hitam tu. Pewitt.

By als, at Monday, November 10, 2008 7:02:00 PM

Specs dia yang cun melecun.

;0)

By yameEn, at Monday, November 10, 2008 9:20:00 PM

tu ka spec yg same mahal dgn hp die tu eh? hahaha. ke lg mahal?

By Wazien Wafa, at Wednesday, November 12, 2008 7:08:00 AM

sedarkah anak anak bahawasanya..itu Uni Aunty Sue!!!!

woohooo!

By Anonymous, at Thursday, November 13, 2008 1:23:00 PM

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To Where You Are

   "..rate of mortality.."

   "....number of lives exposed to the risk of death..."

   "...the probability of survival.."

   "..the number of deaths at the age 52.."

Given my course of study, I talk about death all the time. Seriously, all the time. We even define death with numbers, with graphs, with spreadsheets. We objectify death so much, the words "death", "dying" or "dead" no longer seem gloomy and scary anymore. The definition of death I was taught when I was a little girl was the exact opposite of the definition I have to understand daily now. If you are sitting in a Survival Models lecture, and you start crying after looking at the table showing the number of deaths at each age label, you would probably be laughed at. There's no room to be sad. No room to think about the person whose death contributed to the statistics you use in lectures. No room to be that little girl who strongly feared the D word being mentioned.

But somehow last weekend, I was back to being that little girl.

My dear uncle passed away last Saturday, and since then my eyes seemed watery all the time. I have yet to learn on how to accept death like an adult, because since the time I heard Mama telling me the news on the phone, my mature self seemed unreachable. I couldn't stop crying like a baby. I couldn't eat. I couldn't even shape a smile. My whole body went numb, and instead of being my own self, my body reacted as though I was that 8 year old girl whose solution to bad news was to slam the door, cry in bed and wait for daddy or mummy to come give a hug and tell me that everything will be okay.

Even though Mama and Papa are so far away, I thank God I have Apai, Hadi, Alia S, and Aliaa. They were the ones who convinced me that everything will indeed be okay.

And if this big baby can come to believe that everything will be fine, I'm sure Auntie Terk, Adam, Nadira and the whole family at home are strong enough to know the same.

Semoga roh arwah Uncle Din tergolong dalam orang-orang yang mendapat keampunan dan dirahmati Allah.

Al-Fatihah.

Posted by yameEn on Wednesday, November 05, 2008

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