Hard Won Freedom

So I've been spending my time reacquainting myself with a social life over the course of the weekend after some of the most disgusting exams I've had the displeasure of sitting. The regulatory body setting them definitely rained down fire and brimstone upon us and it taxed my ability to recall the obscure nitty bitty pieces of law and procedure that no sane reasonable person could hope to bring to mind in practice. These exams were wankery in that I reckon most people in practice would have referred to the guidelines and procedural rules available to them if ever they were stumped with a real life dilemma anyway.

So regardless, I attended the Malaysian Career's Fair in London for the first time this year as a non organiser. It felt good to just strut in without worrying about tables and chairs and fucking action plans or routines for a change. Just walk up to companies and toss my CV around like Santa Claus in the event I fail my course, heaven forbid of course. Saw people I fancy and people I less than fancy at the fair, because there are quite large number of Malaysian douchebags here that I'd love nothing better than to offer the finger to.

Had myself an interview with a company there and they tossed me a number of on the spot legal scenarios that put my critical thinking skills to the test. They decided to analyse my general creative thinking as well, for example: why are manhole covers circles and not square shaped? Have a moment to chew on that.

Apparently they sent me to another room to audition under that camp Malaysian celebrity from Akademi Fantasia: Aznil. I did it for shits and giggles, not like I am entering the entertainment industry anyway, or am I? Hmm, potential. Was abit of a diva, not that I minded. Complimented my hair, suit and voice. Not so subtle flirtation perhaps? Apparently the man is 50 but fuck me he looks young and acts even younger. I'd never have wagered a guess beyond the 30s.

Had myself talking to a camera spontaneously on any subject and obviously I chose to talk about London because what else could I talk about? The law? Too dreary. Politics? Too divisive. Homosexual rights? Too risky. At the end they liked my general presentation but wanted more flamboyance. Been in court too long I reckon, fucking rigid now. Or maybe just a tad too straight acting whenever I'm in a professional setting. They queried about my Malay linguistic abilities as well. Barely competent now I reckon, its been too long.

A gay friend of mine bunked over the weekend and attended these events with me. Wanted cuddles but I give selective cuddles and I'm generally not interested in people that once rejected me. I don't like the idea of being anyone's return policy and besides he's too much of a fashionista for me. That said, he can remain a sister and good gay friend but my heart's closed. Slut side wouldn't mind a shag though. We're all men after all.

And holy crap all the Singaporean Jack'd friends I've made are intensely going into hardcore study mode at the moment despite it still being the spring holidays. Their work ethic makes mine look infantile. Which probably means I won't be seeing the lot of them for awhile for any meet ups, coffee, dates, hook ups whatever. There's this Singaporean lad I've been stalking for abit, apparently he's a cutie that publishes award winning poetry as well. Sexy. Then again no straight man could ever write poetry so beautiful. Ok, done with my obligatory updates. Time to go out of this city and visit Sheffield boy or something over the weekend and hit Heaven sometime. It's been a long while. Too long.