Last week, all the way from home to court, I was fervently wishing for the #Bendera invasion to happen. I was sure to get trashed in court again (of course by my own fault, but let’s not dwell on self-pity, shall we?), and the only way to save my soul from eternal damnation – that is being scolded in front of the public gallery – was for the invasion to happen.
As the clock ticked on, my hope was fast diminished. Some problems with the boats, #Bendera had to postpone their invasion indeterminately. I was so informed by the devoted tweeples on Twitter. Such was my luck.
As I dragged my feet to face the music at Shah Alam High Court, I did a 180-degree turn remembering that the civil high courts had been shifted to Menara MRCB.
Got into MRCB in no time after terrorising the guard-on-duty with my merciless stare when I parked right beside the lift lobby. Or sue me already!
Lo and behold! I wasn’t going to get thrashed that day. Everybody was so disoriented (read: bloody lost) in the new compound. And the Judge had a part-heard case; she had no time to waste on small cikus like me. *Dancing like a goon!*
What’s worth writing here that hope now beacons onto Shah Alam’s courts: the entire structure and chambers and cases are now digitised. Perhaps we will soon see the end of “files not listed” horror. They are moving on with the technology and I was the happiest lawyer that day.
P/S: In the event that the judge did thrash me last week, you will not read this update. Heh.