Write Away isn’t a political or a current issue blog. I’d like to fancy myself as a storyteller, you see. But, the true “kepochi” nature in me is bursting with the need to give my 2cents worth of opinion on the trial that gripped the nation – the Altantuya’s case.
Initially, I don’t give a hoot about it. For me any criminal trial is just a painful reminder of one of the hardest subject in law school. I can never get it right – mens rea, actus reus, beyond reasonable doubt, trial within trial – even until now. That’s why I chose civil practice without batting an eyelid.
However, browsing the NST this morning – my partner bought it, not I – I read the excerpt of Altantuya’s police report. She claimed, inter-alia, in her halting english:
(i) “the I am here is want to see my boyfriend. To see your lover is nothing criminal right?”
(ii) “Maybe its my fault but noe I really understand he doesn’t lovers me anymore…”
(iii) “But true is I didnt nothing to him I am just normal girl trying to mee my lover who lied to me…”
(iv) “If its criminal to see my lover if its criminal what I did ill understand…”
Call me neurotic if you wish, but my heart sank after I read this verbatim report. In my naked eyes, she was just desperate to see her lover. Love drove her to desparation as only love can do that to a woman.
Do you remember one scene in the movie Notting Hill where Julia Robert stood across Huge Grant in his bookstore and pleaded “I am just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.” Or something like that. Yeah, that’s what I am talking about.
I also adored Marianne Dashwood in Sense & Sensibility. She proudly exclaimed to her mother “to die for love? What could be more glorious!” But this time around, Ms. Dashwood was terminally wrong. There is nothing glorious about Altantuya’s death. Think about her now orphaned son.
On a lighter note, I selfishly long for the day I could ride the Shah Alam Court’s elevator without fearing that one of the cameramen’s intruding things might fall on my head! I know, I know, they are just trying to do their jobs. I need to do mine as well – preferably in a less crowded court. Que sera sera.