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You can't help to think that your working life is a boring one when compared to those in the creative/arts industry. You can't help but to feel awed (and slightly jealous) to hear that resumes can come in a form of a bottled drink when yours came in the boring stat-sheet extolling you prowess in your field with your big, friggin' face on it. Or when you compare the lack of constricting rules with your hum-drum working life, bogged down and chained from here to the end of days with rules/regulations and all manner of ways Man can think of to so-called 'maintain the social cohesion' of the society.

Sometimes it made you wish that you met that single-serving friend on board a flight who'd tell you:

"I want you to hit me as hard as you can."

and you did.

the legal profession could really use a Tyler Durden right now.

that, or a club where the lawyers, male lawyers beat each other up to pulp without having to worry about a lawsuit coming their way. It is in its way, just like futsal or whatever sport lawyers indulge in only that they don't really talk about it. The bruises and the broken bones, or the lost tooth or two did the talking. They scream: In these times of effeminate men aplenty and of overt femininity, we are Men and we live. 

I would bet my laptop on it that most if not all lawyers had a fellow lawyer (or even a judge) who they would love to land their fist on for whatever reason. Even if it is considered crude or primitive by today's standard and not to mention, frowned upon by the profession itself, just imagine how cathartic it would be; you hate the guy and even if the feeling is not mutual at least it is out of your chest and through your fist. Ask any man, 9 out of 10 would secretly agree, its instant stress relief.

Hell, if there is such club, i'm joining. We are all men trying to stay men.

Words of Wisdon

"Bagus..bagus.. kerja rajin2 pastu nanti bila kau dah top boleh kerja dgn Mob."

That's what my cousin told me when i told him i am doing alright right now.

Yeap, too much Godfather for us.

But then again...

 aku berdiri di bawah sinar lampu jalan dan berdiri, cuma berdiri. Menyerap segenap bunyi, bau dan mainan cahaya. Deruman motor di kejauhan, bunyi Apit menghafal sifir di rumah nenek, imej KLCC dibaluti awan lembut yakni asapnya sendiri, angin malam berpuput lembut. Rumah nenek, rumah nenek yang sangat bersejarah dan di mana aku membesar, datang perasaan yang membuak-buak yang tak terbendung.

Aku sayang kampung aku.

Biarlah ada yang kata kampung aku cuma suburbia berrumah ala kampung, ini kampung aku. Kampung aku. Aku membesar di sini. Jika datang hari celaka bila aku perlu memilih kesetiaan antara kampung ku dengan kesetiaan yang lebih besar seperti Robert E. Lee perlu memilih antara kampungnya Virginia dan United States of America, aku tahu mana pilihan ku.

Ini kampung ku, aku hidup di sini dan jika perlu, aku akan mati di sini.

Aku sayang kampung aku.

Always two of them, a master and an apperentice. Guess which one i am?

blood and bloody ashes!

realizing that all that i had typed previously had not been properly saved is one of the most irritating thing ever in this world. Ever. Not one but two, even three posts that i have drafted somewhere else now lost forever. Damnation!

Anyways, the short of it: i had gone for an interview last week. It was one of the worst interview ever but in the end i got the job. Silver lining and cloud stuff indeed. Today, after having re-affirmed the fact that i am an enemy to the trees, i have taken the first step towards getting myself qualified as a lawyer. The first two forms Form 1 and 2 has been filed. Lots of running to and fro. Add in nail-biting last minute rush to the counter (them numbers seemed really useless for the seemingly lack of counters for the High Court matters. The chaps over at the Sub Court counters were content to twiddle their thumbs or completely engrossed with their computers over some matter suspected of non-work nature). After almost five (5) hours and help from friends but most importantly from the Missus, the deed is done. Three (3) more forms to be filed this coming Thursday and then three (3) more whenever the nine (9) months would be nearing its end and hey presto! you've got yourself an avocat.


Oh well, that is all that i can think of to write right now. More to come later when time and ability allows me.