Friday, October 21, 2011


firstly, HELLO people! ;D
pheww~~ *breath in n out*
after all da hard works
we've been struggling a lot 
most of da time consumed is at da library *no time for lunch so mkn ptg merangkap mlm jea everyday* tsk

but hey! ;) ;D
love to share dat my written submission n bundle of authorities had safely submitted to Miss Ummi, woot woot!
so here u go, representing Solicitors for the Appellant; 
Diana Amira & Co, 
Advocates & Solicitors
*Diana as da lead counsel while me as da co counsel*

yg tebai *tebal* tu Bundle of Authorities yg nipih *nipis* tu written submission ;p

lets pray for our success on da real mooting presentation day, 16/11 okayh? ;)

next, done wif my poem presentation also!
hihi ;D
entitled When You Come by Maya Angelou

after dis need to focus on my legal research paper,
topic -Review on Land Acquisition Act 1960 : Adequacy of Compensation.
*still a library task n lotsa online research basis*

then need to cope up wif da upcoming test which is around da corner,
Land Law 2, Administration of Trust, Legal Research n Methodology
owh n assignment Cyber Law
hurmn not to forget then Criminal 2 

*ckp psl keje mmg xpena nk abes but still love my hectic schedule, err hope so!* hikhik ;p

okayh bye!
Myra Zain

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise. 

lovely  author, Maya Angelou

*act tension buat mooting rite now digesting n chewing all da cases plus trying to put it all organize in written submission*
*go words by words n line by line also stanza by stanza in STILL I RISE ease the stress at least*

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

When You Come

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,


p/s; by Maya Angelou
*I own nothing*
btw I'll be doing dis for Literature 
*law pn ade literature okayh*  ;D
too attached to it as i can feel wat she felt

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

How synonym RAYA wif OPEN HOUSE?? i'll tell ya people! ;D

Last Hari Raya was super duper amazing for me..
how every weekend i'd travel so far from 1 house to another just simply because i love da concept of how people do keep in touch during festive season..
how raya brings all da love and connect people no matter da distance that tear them apart before..
u noe open houses were everywhere, gud food n happy chatting gather family n frens.. <3
dis is soooo nice! like seriously ;))
hihi ;D


 at aimi's! all r my course mates n also 6 from them r my housemates <3

 at pretty farra's! *she's wearing white kebaya* i noe her when i was in my primary school.. ahaha! 

at soe's my bestie from krohuns

time nie at my senior house, fik.. his mom's spaghetti sedap sgt but sadly im on diet so cannot eat much ;D

that's all!
Bye Shawal till we meet again
lotsa love;
Myra Zain