Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told could be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears –
Ah, she doth depart.

Soon as she was gone from me
A traveller came by
Silently, invisibly –
O, was no deny.

William Blake

HF and her best friend, Liyat (Ethopia) posing for me. 

At a bargain store trying out a nice woolen-knitted coat. Not bad looking to be honest but she didn't get it. 

Happy Birthday HF!!

It was HF's birthday yesterday and we put up a party for her at my flat. Everyone showed up, the crowd was good, everything was okay... except one thing in which I screwed up--I forgot about the cake! Perhaps she couldn't be mad at me entirely for forgetting the cake because I gave her her best birthday gift -- spent whole day cooking all the delicious food for everybody. Although it's trivial matter, it is really kind of ackward to celebrate a person's birthday without a cake. But I guess all of us has managed to get that by with lots of jokes, laughs, and picture takings.

We all had a spendid evening.


It's me! It's me, me, me, me! *sigh!* Actually, it's all about her. Nah, I'm just kidding around with the camera Alfred lent me.

 

Ah! I found this cute and tiny plastic apron and I knew I had to put it on. HF went wildly excited and jumped and screamed joyfully and ran to me impatiently for a photo. Lovely! 

Friends were somehow very excited to take pictures for both of us and I wonder why, even to this minute. I, uhmm, didn't think I can comment much on this picture but maybe that's because it's a lovely picture... and ordinary? Cheers! 

Shot by Toristen. Taking pictures can be, at times, very interesting provided that you are spontaneously different in all your pictures as oppose to the same smile and expression, which I think is the most proper and mannered way of photo-ethiques. I didn't think I'd abide in such photo-etiques all the time.

Anyway, just few days ago I was watching this documentary on snakes living in the deserts. After injecting venomous poisons into its prey, the snake would devour up its almost dead prey by dropping its jaws... that big (look at me). 

The dinner settings. Food was all prepared and made by me. There were a total of 8 guests including me and the celebrating girl. This is my flat's kitchen.

We all had blasting time this evening besides playing dumbass games and food fights after, and got a little drunk too. I was quite sober most of the time.

In this picture, you see HF, Ling (S'pore) and her Norwegian boyfriend, Toristen. 

There's Paul (India), HF, and Aslak (Norway) for a picture after dinner 

This is the night were I was pimping Leena for Paul. It was an absolutely hilarious night for not only both of them, but us too. They just got to know each other tonight and look!! The next day when he saw me he was all smiling and thanking me. 

I went up to them and stole this shot before his hand swang by to push either me or the camera away. Haha! Nevertheless, he was too late. Oh, the girly furry jacket he's wearing is not his (duhh!). He pulled a trick on her to get her help him wear it. Sneaky! 

After braiding(??) her hair. Looks very cute, I think. To memories... 

Had nothing to do yesterday and I was dominated by boredom and I had to shave. Don't worry, I did NOT shave my brows away. That'd be silly and umh, interesting too I guess! 

Shot 2 days ago (using Sony Erisson K700i) when I was, uhh, embraiding her hair?? You know, part the hair into three parts and start twirling them...

At wheel is my new pair of Reebok shoes, which I got for a real bargain of 35 quids. Not too bad. Originally selling for 72 quids. 

Some time last week, HF decided to do something crazy for me -- by painting my nails with her nail polishes? 5 assorted colors on each of my fingers. I cannot help feeling girly about this so I didn't allow her to paint my right hand after that. My heart sank when she told me she doesn't have the 'remover' for them, but she was only kidding.

Ummh, I didn't think I look my best here. It's just the very natural me under bad lightings. hehe! 

Last Sunday's shopping with HF. Looking at a tall mirror whilst wielding my 6600 phone HF took this shot that eventually became one of my fav shots. 

Hairs wedged between the blades of a scissor and the buzz of a clipper. Here, the hair-dresser tries hard to cut through the bushes of my hair and then style it. The result? See above and below. 

In the past few days...

... life was a little different. Classes commenced, new people therefore, new friends; went out shopping for the entire day of Sunday with HF and later walked to the Millenium Square where we first kissed at midnight of 2005 Jan 1st. It was snowing that night when we were there around the ice skating ring. Indeed, that night was really romantic and we had really good time.

Slept over in her place and went for my classes the next day. This semester/term I'm going to have the "European Union Law 1", "Property & Trusts 1", "Contract 2" and "Tort 2". I think I will really enjoy these classes.

咱们俩还是很好的朋友。我们是否在一块儿还不是非常清楚。
我到底为何和她在一起呢？有两个原因。 一，虽然我是喜欢这一个人但是我同时想帮助她的思想，心里，本人，还有她的一切。对，我不是超级人可是我能帮都多少就去帮到那么多吧。能做的就做。夜路难行，我也许当自己是她的蜡炬？ 二，她是一个非常很有趣的人（又漂亮）。 别人说我 当你在恋爱中你的IQ是零！ 可是，我不觉得呀！

爱

爱 到底是什么？我对HF说我已经不在乎我原来的女友了 不在想她 也不在爱她了，她尚且不信，若说我现在喜欢的或爱的人是你--黄斐--如何能信过我呢？昨晚上他就忽然间问了我一个问题关于我原来的恋爱是怎么发生，甚至差一点儿 分手。 我实实在在地回答她所有的问题 不说谎 就当我告诉她我的一切的事情象一个故事一样。 她很羡慕我的故事然后把这个事情闹 吵架。

我觉得斐斐已经看上我了要不然根本不会那么介意我的故事。不知是不是好事呢？ 这一次其实不是我们的第一次吵这件事 已经好几次了。 也许 将来 还会碰到这一个麻烦。我望去天上求救命。

很想告诉她爱的意思：
爱是恒久忍耐，又有恩慈；
爱是不嫉妒；
爱是不自夸，
不张狂，
不做害羞的是，
不求自己的益处，
不轻易发怒，
不计算人的恶，
不喜欢不义，只喜欢真理；
凡是包容，凡是相信，凡是盼望，凡是忍耐。

爱是永不止息；
先知讲道之能终必归于无有；
说方言只能终必停止；
知识也终必归于无忧。

我做孩子的时候，话语象孩子，心思象孩子，意念象孩子； 既 成了人，就把孩子的事丢弃了。

-哥林多前书 第十三张-

你对我说：我们将来是不可能的
我想告诉你：事在人为。我不信你的话。

The Necessity of a White Lie

Whether or not you are in a relationship, I am certain that most of us have, at least at one point in our lives, have told a 'White Lie' to dodge an unnecessary commotion or to quash a futile quarrel probably over some non-sensible issues. In my opinion, that is probably the most essential use of a white lie. But too many of these lies will, in a way or another, sooner or later be tantamount to that of the general lies, and I have reasons to believe the consequences that follow, if such lies are told to your partner in your relationship, are not going to be a pretty sight.

I don't get quite 'get' it. Could it be that when one dodge too many possible quarrels, one is dodging too many problems. And consequently, problems pile up because they were not dealt with and soon you're swimming in your pile of shits? What solution is for the better?

I am an honest person but stuck with no possible paths to take because I know both of those paths spell death. There is a third possible way but I guess...

brb. <-- got drunk when Alfred came by. we drank together and chatted through the night

...3rd possible way but I guess there's a hurdle deliberately placed so that I can't advance forward unless the person who put it there is willing to remove it.



~!damm!~ I sux at getting back at my story later because i have forgotten what I wanted to say. That is, unfortunately, all and have to end here.

Relieved

Now I have found my passport lying somewhere in between law books on my shelf, I sighed a breath of relief and consoled myself. It is safe now.

Don't understand why everybody is searching for "Meettomorrow" in search engines that has led them to my blog -- July 2004. Could it be something of Linux Hull Lug? I received 35-44 hits within 12 hours from people all over particularly USA and the UK. What's going on?

Where is my passport?!

"Where is my passport?! Damm! Where is my passport?!"

Tame the dame (decent)

Made her dinner and she was overwhelmed. She couldn't keep smiling and couldn't tame her excitement because I was constantly harrassed by her after tasted/tried the food. I'm kidding, but it's true. *LoL!* To calm her down I agreed to this picture, in which I purportedly look somewhere but the camera giving the impression as though I was 'grabbed' somewhere somehow.
Oh yeah, I had my hair cut earlier that afternoon. We joked a little on my hair and she commented "...I'd really need more time to get used to your new hair style...". One of my brows raised and I thought "Is it really that bad?" and said to her "Ah, you really know how to compliment a person". I think that's sarcastically lame but it's good because we started dinner right away. *sniggers* 

Vanity fair

Vanity shot out of boredom with her camera phone. That's HF, whom I'm now seeing. Behind her (blurred) is a Chinese calligraphy character of 乐 in traditional Chinese form, in which she wrote for herself reminding her to live life happily. I think she's doing a great job of reminding herself of that. 

Shot on a cheerful Monday afternoon. The weather was very welcoming as well. I kinda like this picture best. 

Self Reflection

WARNING: Deep thoughts. Reader’s discretion advised!

Who Am I, really.
That is a very ambitious question.
Really, who am I?

I don’t suppose everyone else knows me enough to have that confident to attempt the very ambitious question above. I don’t suppose further my parents knows me more than I do know myself but I do not disregard their attempts and efforts not only to answer that question for me, but has also, in a way or another, redefine the question to “Is this who you really are?”, “Should you be… a little more of…?” They are nice people. All parents are nice people.

Somehow I do believe what I am today is partly influenced by people whom I met, interacted, known, mingled with, and not forgetting those whom I’ve grown up with. Perhaps it is necessarily sufficient to say “This is what I am today”. As for the other half part, could it be innately inherited at birth and has carried through up to today and till I breathe my last? This latter part, I think, is not as important as the former in terms of “Who and what I will become”.

At times, I want to be funny. When I think about that, I realize I am funny but only to a certain group of people who perhaps almost share similar personalities, thoughts, beliefs, and outlook in life. It would take much more efforts to be “the funny guy” that entertains the public; that is too much to ask of myself and, of course, I couldn’t do it because the former part of what I believe in do not consist of funny people. It would be ideally best if I am, though. Reflecting back, for the most part of my life I have been with serious and determined people, not limited to both my old folks only but friends as well. Perhaps I have chosen them and that, they are my choice. But, I would like to ask myself, “Why have I chosen these types of people for myself?” I believe one of my feet has set on a “Determination & Responsible” foundation, which is firm and stable, uncompromising, and solid and the other foot is still looking for a foundation to set on. Maybe I am really afraid to lose focus in life’s important things when I have to select on another foundation to set on for the other foot. I’m too serious, too afraid that I’d set on the wrong foundation. As I question myself where should I set this other foot on, I am actually still on a quest to find out “Who I really am”

“Be yourself!”
If I’m not being myself at this moment, I wouldn’t have written this thought-provoking reflection on myself, now would I? Should both feet be on a foundation and not stagger on one leaving the other undecided? I really do want to set the other foot down and proudly brag to myself “This is me! This is who I really am”. Some time ago, I did just that thinking I have built a monument of myself placed in city centre and everybody knows my history and who I really am. I did a biggest mistake in my life with most regrets. That stone I set on were of thorns and traps that scarred even my very heart. Bad stone! Still staggering on one feet, should I keep this way forever? Most of the time I’d find myself stepping on the stones of others temporarily as one would use one’s feet to dip into the water to check if the temperature is right before one submerge into it comfortably. Pirates and robbers are in the waters carrying on their daily plunders and vandalizing whatever obstacles in their paths. I must find a good stone to set on before I go down; before I lose my identity; before I lose myself. I know I am on my own as nobody can instruct me where I must set the other foot on. Then again, the old adage that goes “Once beaten, twice shy” keeps beaconing in my mind so that I’d be more careful. I really think I have only, so far, one foot down.
“I want to be somebody else whom people admire. I want to be…”
There’s nobody I can be right now but myself mentioned above. This is how I’d console myself when my mind starts getting envious of people and things that I do not already have. Is life, then, fair in this way? But I know people who have really struggled and tried to be somebody else…however, I am unsure of them whether or not they got disappointed and suffered chronic depression that entails the “wanna-be” disorder.

Should there one day be no one who can appreciate who I really am, even with a foot not set on a stone yet, then either I should hasten to set the other foot on something somewhere or wish to be lift off of any stones and disappear. Am I worried about how soon I should place my other foot on? Frankly speaking, no, because I am happy the way I am right now and there are still years ahead of me to decide where and on what kind of stones I set my other feet on.

On to another issue about being a spoilt kid that I think I am not but do have a tendency to be one. There is, I believe, [a] precondition[s] to be a spoilt kid. Maybe I can say that I am thankful that both my old folks have not spoilt me in many ways society deemed unacceptable especially when I compare myself to Michelle ZJ, BW, WSZ, TT, and the lot. But how could I compare them, who are my counterpart females at large, with myself? ZJ, who is an extremely sensitive person, labeled me “重色轻友” because of a misunderstanding over last Christmas. Looks like there’s not much I can do about our friendship. She has to deal this problem and unfortunately, she has dealt with it the most childish way I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I don’t care simply because I don’t owe her any apologies as I am not to be blamed, but that’s just her. I really don’t understand, sometimes, why girls allow emotions to take control over their minds. Things will all go wrong doing that. And sadly, (again, hate generalization but have to say this), when girls let their mind take control of their emotions, things go wrong too. Arrgh!!

By the way, “重色轻友” (zhong4 se4 qing1 you3) literal translation would be "biasness/heaviness on colors/lusts, light-hearted on friendship"
Explanation: One who places importance on [beauty] lustrous desires particularly in the wo/man s/he finds favor in, and when that is true, s/he inadvertently abandons his/her friends and doesn't think much of them.

大家都知道我原来喜欢的人就是黄斐。那么，ZJ 怎么可能责备我重色轻友？ 她误会了我；误会了我所有的意图所以有今天的结果。看起来，我已经不是她的朋友了。这一个友谊不知道是否还可救回来。我不觉得有希望。我也不会在乎这一个那么铭感而想不开的人。我很想对她说：改变别人，不如先改变自己 吧。

Racist English Kids

Was on my way to campus earlier when there was a bunch of English kids between 10 and 14 years old chatting and loitering on the street. As I advanced closer to them wielding a flash light in my hand (I had to walk past them) their laughters and giggles on how stupid life is gradually stopped. One of them blurted in Mandarin "Ni hao" (你好！) as my appearance of that of the Oriental became obvious to them under the street lamp. I ignored. Another "Ni hao...!" spilled out from one of them and I presumed it was the same kid as I could recognize the voice. I responded out of courtesy, "Hey, how's it going y'all?" to which there was no reply.

Just as I walked past them, another voice intruded my ears, "Hey Chink, why are you carrying that stupid looking torch light for? Are you blind?"

I ignored.

"Are you out looking for a Chinky girlfriend for a good time?"

I couldn't accept what I heard but at the same time I couldn't just pretend that I didn't hear anything, in particular, that I was called a Chink -- the worst derogatory racist remark for the Asian people especially Chinese.

I turned my head to them and, "FUCK YOU and to hell with you! Go get a life!", I suddenly shouted while showing them the 'V' sign with the back of my hand facing them--typical English way of saying 'you're a cunt!'

I just continued walking. Looking back, I didn't think I deserve any of those and certainly, I didn't think they deserved my respond to their racist remark. Now that I think about it, I shake my head troubled thinking of what has the English parents taught/did to their kids today? Have they instilled such bitter racisms to even kids? Is it their parents? Or it could be the media... like I've seen poster adverts like the ones for soccer in particular saying stuff like "Show racism to the red card" is somehow inadvertently cultivating the qualities of racisms not limited to the red card per se. Further, the word "Racism" is posted and seen everyday and worse, everywhere. To "Show Racism..." is a negative message but to say "Stop racism..." is sufficiently a positive message to the public.

Those kids may think they were kidding. I would like to think they were too. Knowing that I look like an Oriental and knowing that the derogatory term 'chink' is used against such person, race, and kind, is already sufficient to realize their negative intentions--that is to hurt 'all people that look like me' with that remark.

Proud country with proud people who could only look down on other people of other races of other colors? If it is, and if there's nothing done to curtail the problem, then I think England's future will stink like a pile of muddled shits with other contaminants in an abandoned sewerage especially when these kids will be England's future 'leaders'

This is the day I shall never forget.
还有其他的事情关于斐斐我不敢说。Anyway, 咱们在一起的时候满开心的。
Lovebites 怎么去翻译去中文呢? 嘻嘻！我给了她一个两个，我都有一个！很有趣！

"Where is Danny?"

Apparently, my flatmates have been looking for me over the last three/four days and I wasn't around. It was either I came back at an ungodly hour and then went out when everyone's out. It was such mere coincidences that even my shadows did not leave any traces that led to my being. I am the only person out of six others who would leave [outdoor] shoes outside the room and along the hallway/verandah. There are only two pairs of shoes that I wear and if there is a pair outside, it would suggest that I'm out--very simple induction.

There was one day when I had my sandals, which I kept in-room, on for 2 days and for 2 days they thought I was sick in my room.

I am also known as "Danny the Deejay" of flat 23. There was no [loud] musics for the past 3 days and Ketil, one of the Norwegian guys, was actually going to report for a missing person. No shoes, and no musics. So,

"Where is Danny?" or "Where is Dann the DJ??"

He has been in the library spending time reading, correcting, and proof-reading student's essays for a fee. Well, there were other things he did too but shall we leave his private life to himself? On Friday, a Taiwanese girl called him up and asked if he could proof-read her essay/project and he duly agreed for £1.50/page. She consented. It was a 12 pages paper and he earned £24 in 45 minutes. He felt a little bad because he had only done 8.5 pages when she had to print out her work and submit them before the due date time. She said she would pay later, and she came over to his flat with a £20 and explained how she had no loose change to make it £24. He forgot to mention that it was okay and that it was only a joke. Absent-mindedly, he accepted the £20 bill.
I think he's going to return her £8 to remain fair because that's the amount of money he's suppose to have earned by the pages he reads and corrects. How cunning!

Rumors
When I was going to college at Sepang Institute of Technology (Malaysia), I didn't think I have created a positive reputation among friends there. Rumors have that were negative and against me were spread like how mushrooms would spring after rain. It was an agonizing 1.5 years there until I met this guy from Yemen, Ramzy Towfik (RT). Soon, his friends and their friends who have the contaminated thoughts against me gradually re-thought of the rumor and eventually, I can see acceptance. RT has certainly made a lot of difference in people's lives, not only mine.

HF could (extra emphasis) be in the same shoes as I was at that time; and me in RT's. But I do know what HF is like, in terms of who, what, how she is and why she's the way she is today. I really despise people who have the unqualified therefore illegal certificate to put a label of generalization on a certain person then spread the news as though s/he has taken on another job as a reporter for SuperGossip TV & Radio (Live). For goodness' sake, get to know a person well (e.g. psychology, behavior, character, spirit, mental, well-being, etc.) before making any comments that has the weight of condamnation judgement that will inadvertedly affect the victim in discussion in terms of his/her life, reputation, social class, morales, self-confidence, etc. It is already not fair, per se, to demerit one while the other who is the culprit feel good. If only back-stabbing is a culpable crime, this world could have been a best place to live. This, could very well be one of my reasons for my loathe of generalization of a person, topic, situation, or something.

A short elaboration on the previous line, there's a common generalization on 'all Chinese' especially girls (guys too) that they {our generation (I'm 25 yrs old) and including those after us} are all rich & spoilt (and having that of a prima donna qualities). If only I have a chance to explain to reconstruct that generalized remark, I would have NOT disagree nor would I have agreed with it. I have seen, met, and known enough (within my circle of friends) such people who have proven that remark to be an oversight, and vice versa. Hence, that remark is not true within my reality. (psst! I live in the reality)

I don't think I'm taking sides for or against her just because of I'm going through or experiecing a relationship with her right now. I'm not in love nor am I blind. There is an opportunity to understand another person and I have certainly grabbed this rare opportunity. Whatever is said were all based on my observations, what was told, etc.

Reviewing the relationship

There's really nothing much to elaborate on our current friend/relationship except the fact that we're getting better every each day as we get more familiar and consequently understands each another.

I was proof-reading her term paper in the library yesterday while she was sitting for her exam till 16:00. The paper is about Consumer's Behavior in the context of understanding consumer's purchasing behavior. Reflecting on the paper, I could have wrote the entire paper for her but I didn't want to. The topic is not unfamiliar to me as I did Econ470 (Behavioral Economcis), Micro/macroEconomics, and marketing courses in the past and there was nothing really that I did not understand. But anyway, I thought it was an easy paper and that's it really.

16:37
Somebody sneaked me up from behind with cold hands placed on both my cheeks then before I realize anything, got kissed. Cold!! But the latter warmed up my cheeks soon enough. Sweet way to drop a hello, isn't it? She turned the swivel chair I was sitting on to face her and sat on both my laps slouched lazily; both her hands still sending chills to my cheeks and I had to politely take them down from my cheeks-neck with my hands. Held her hands tightly hoping to warm the chills down. Then she gave me the long face... cute thought! *broad smiles as I recall the memories*

16:40
I immediately knew why the long face. Told her a story hoping to brighten things up a little for a disappointed student after exams. Then I mentioned how I cope with disappointments of examinations during my time.
DT: Did you write your exam?
HF: Of course I did!
DT: How did you do?
HF: *no comments, long face continues*
DT: Well, it's over, right? Tears, tongues, long faces, sadness, etc. cannot change anything now that your answers have been submitted.
HF: *even longer [& cuter] face*
DT: How about NOT thinking about it already but think treating yourself to a good meal with lots of sweet desserts and we can watch a movie or two?
HF: *smiles broadly*
DT: *couldn't speak... something on lips. blocked! muffled?!*
HF: Lets go!
DT: *thinking: well, thank god that helps! food and desserts are weaknesses of females. hehe! darn, i still gotta finish proof-reading. damm, teases and kisses are weaknesses of males!

16:48-07:00
dinner, movies, supper, movies, chat, talk, chat, jokes, laughs, cuddles, etc.

07:00-14:15
[resting]

Norwegian Brown Cheese (Brunost)

A couple of months ago as i can recalled, one of my flatmate, Bjørn, offered me a slice of cheese I have never seen before. Oh my gawd!! It was love at first bite!! Creamy and caramel tasting yet smooth as it melts with the warmth and moist of my mouth. Taking my time savouring the heavenly taste, a taste that did not even come close to other cheeses I've had. It was... oh my gawd! Not too sweet, not too salty (?? are cheese salty?)... everything in perfect equilibrium. The best thing is, it's very, very cheesey creamy. Just as chocolate would melt a woman's heart as the saying goes, this cheese, has certainly achieved that purpose to me (except that I'm a man). I can almost guarantee with my life that it is the most delicious tasting cheese. And it's perfect to go with bread.

Later, I found out that it's something that Norwegians must not leave home without when they go abroad. Two of our Norwegian flatmates went home over the Christmas and I had to remind them (more like pleading) to bring back a couple for me. And they did!!
I'm in love again!

Well, I did a couple of search on Google and this is what I've came up with for you just so you get the idea of what I'm talking about. It has never occured to me the existence of Brown Cheese! Most, if not all, are of yellow in color. I begin to wonder if there are Green Cheese, Red Cheese, Violet Cheese, or cheeses of the rainbow colors?

1. Brunost
2. Brown Cheese
There's the brown cheese on the bagel bread. *salivating!*

Labor Ipse Voluptas

I've been so hard-working beyond imagination and finally all is done. The quality of all my works are questionable and the reason for that is plainly lame--I'm fed up of them all. There's hardly enough time and the worst of all is that, I presummed the university as taken the benefit of assumption that all first year law students are good are writing legal essays. But this is where we train ourselves by trial and error. Now, at the end of it all, I can say the title above: Labor Ipse Voluptas. Doesn't it sounds like voluptuous? Mmm... my mind's thinking of a v~ woman. Just kidding.

The meaning of it is simple and you could have probably guessed it out; but if you still did not, here it is: Labor (as in work, not a woman in labor) in itself is pleasure.

Time sure passed quickly.

Brought my meal to the library as I planned to complete all that are necessary to my assignments, in which I did. Went to HF's place to have dinner with her and I parted my food with her. We watched a bit of Andy Lau's (刘德华) recent concert, and made out a bit. Haven't seen her for like four days... so I guess that came out a little natural for both of us.

What is Judicial Review?

If you've been directed by search engine to this webpage in your quest to find an answer to the title above, look no further. Or should I say, read no further? I shall provide you with no answers at all. Click here to find some entertainment and get some life instead of screwing all your time trying to undestand something umcomprehenable such as the scope and effectiveness of Judicial Review in the UK or the Commonwealth nations.

I am writing a 1,500 word limit paper on the topic. It's just too difficult and complicated to a numbed cranium like mine to absorb and digest all in. Most cases are forever too long and mundane to read and sometimes, if not most, judges (as there are usually more than 3 of them either assenting or dissenting) would repeat the entire story and I couldn't help but to feel bored after a while. I don't know about some of you though... not sure if every law students actually put themselves in such lifeless ground to read a sixty over pages case. Every judge or lawlord has to say something lenghty otherwise s/he is deemed to not have taken the matter in full consideration.

I wish to say that there is perhaps no specific definition to Judicial Review as one would get for specific terminologies like "Opportunity Cost", "Marginal Cost", or "Marshallian Demand" or what is a "slut"?

As I was reading an especially long brain-numbing article on the topic, I came across a subtopic of 'Natural Justice'. "The requirements of natural justice are essentially rules of the common law, which are now butressed under the Human Rights Act 1998 by article 6(1) ECHR: ... "

Hmm... somehow my mind went to imagine wild things as soon as my eyes read passed the word 'buttressed'. *sniggers* I deemed my thoughts improper and inappropriate so I'll leave it to your imagination. Hint: girls! naked ones. mm... being buttressed in every way under naked... OKAY!! stop! say no more.

After submitting all my work on Tuesday, I think I need to take a break and go somewhere... like Prague!! It's in Czech Republic and heard the return air ticket cost only 80 quids. Not a bad deal actually for freshening and UN-numbing of my brain before somebody thinks it need to be placed in a dumpster--forever!

Collen and HF 

HF and Mark 

Lucy and HF 

Brief confession

As much as I would love to fall in love
As much as I could be with somebody
I know how much I should not forget my purpose here,
inter alia, to succeed and get a placement in the legal arena.

No, I did not say that I have fallen in love
Yet I realize it is not easy to do the above
It was the eve I wasn't looking for my match
Could be such coincident we had a great evening with no strings attached.

However, what is done cannot be denied
Responsibility out of obligation for I not want her cried
If you read my previous postings know how much I loathe reconviction
Desire to be with somebody without making a victim of myself--my prediction

Recognise my ability to decide
When things go wrong, don't worry, I will never suicide.
Life has so much more to offer I'm only a silver jubilee
Golden, and recently titanium I can't wait to celebrate happily.

Call up but there's more than repeating bad news to talk about
Sometimes pushing me to question self on hanging out with you--coz I'm in doubt
I can understand the long sufferings one has to bear all these years
Praise be to God He has kept you safe but with much tears.

Some tears are good
I have shed my tears of realization
The man has not as his heart mind and spirit harder than wood
We have cried for him in 1428 our accomodation.

Perhaps too far I have digressed
All I'm saying is don't you worry lest you be depressed
There is trusts, thus let this trust flourish independently
As we grow we think of you ever more frequently.

With His grace I hope I achieve my heart's desires
What we desire may disagree with many others chiefly his
I'd grab whatever reachable opportunities before you all retire
No matter where we are, be happy, we're not unfamiliar to our own crisis.

--
I can agree with your friend who alleged that most females over there are generally materialistics. But then again, I have met quite a number who are not like that. They are very reserved and they introverted character forces me to rule out the initial claim. Being proposed at, offered to go places travelling, offered jeweleries, etc., all are not unfamiliar experiences to her. Why would she be here pursuing a post-graduate education? Again, I'm not polishing anybody of any merits because I don't see it necessary to do so. Could I say them as mere facts that I know for now, until proven otherwise. The question one should address one's mind is "Does he knows this person in context well enough to have a negative opinion?"

Cheers! :)

Audi Alteram Partem

Consider and hear the other side of the story. Do not be bias in thy judgements.

Eau D'Asparagus

Initially, I thought there was something wrong with me.
It has a very unique & unpleasant smell. I didn't know what it was.
Am I sick? No, i've checked.
Then, some days later, I made some asparagus again. This time, I only had 1 stick.
Had to take a leak a hour later.
The mystery stench is now solved. C'est eau d'asparagus! Il tres tres mal!!
Here, I confirm my finding with WebMD:

You may have heard the tall tale that "asparagus urine" is linked to higher intelligence. In fact, it's the result of a simple chemical reaction. Asparagus contains a sulfur compound called mercaptan. (It's also found in rotten eggs, onions, garlic, and in the secretions of skunks.) When your digestive tract breaks down this substance, by-products are released that cause the funny scent. The process is so quick that your urine can develop the distinctive smell within 15 to 30 minutes of eating asparagus.

But not everyone has this experience. Your genetic makeup may determine whether your urine has the odor -- or whether you can actually smell it. Only some people appear to have the gene for the enzyme that breaks down mercaptan into its more pungent parts. A study published in the May 1989 British Journal of Clinical Pharmacology found that 46% of 115 people tested produced the odor in one group of British citizens, while 100% of 103 people produced it in a group of French citizens. The ability to smell the by-products may also be genetic. Another study published in the same journal found that 10% of a group of 300 Israeli Jews could not detect the odor. In other words, a person's urine could smell, but he or she might not know it. Judging from your question, you can do both. But that's nothing to worry about.

While eating asparagus may make your urine smell strange, it won't harm you. Actually, asparagus -- a member of the lily family along with garlic, onions, and leeks -- is a powerhouse of nutrients. It's an excellent source of folic acid (a B vitamin that may help protect against birth defects, heart disease, and cancer), a significant source of vitamin C (an antioxidant that may protect tissues against damage), and a good source of vitamin A (an antioxidant). Not to mention that asparagus contains 3 grams of fiber per 3.5-ounce serving and a host of health-enhancing plant chemicals, or phytonutrients, that may protect against disease.

Although the link between "asparagus urine" and higher intelligence is a figment of someone's imagination, eating it regularly could be a sign of some serious health smarts.[1]

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[1] Extracted from: http://my.webmd.com/content/article/43/1671_51089

Lyrics dedication...

to one who begot me.

What's wrong with the world mama?
People living like ain't got no mamas
I think the whole worlds addicted to the drama
Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma
Overseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin
In the USA the big CIA the Bloodz and the Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And if you hatin you're bound to get irate
Yeah madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
You gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all

People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning*
Where is the love?(where is the lovex3)(the love2x)

*You got me questioning "Where is your love" everyday. Just before I discriminate and put on a label on my forehead "Racist", I would contemplate to look how ugly I am in the mirror as a racial activist. While there is no such exaggerated drama, I think we should tame the devil in us to a reasonable level. I have been trained to always think outside the box and I was revealed that not only people (ladies) from China does that, but the rest of the world as well. It was just such coincidence that Chinese lads were in abundance in our country with most of them still very young and immature; and given a chance, the French, Germans, Americans, rest of Europe... would no doubt take the chance to be a devil for mere survival.

Screw that thought, even the locals are doing the same. It doesn't give me any reason to decategorize a [foreign] group of people from being normal. To accuse me of taking sides is perhaps not a proper way to cast your first sinless stone. I would really take a good look at myself. Shiat! I am a freaking Chinese too. So are my fore-fathers.

There is a reason why I usually hate to make generalization whenever I am stating a point or reaching a conclusion. I know what I doing with my life. I have not lost focus and I don't think I will ever lose focus for I know my purpose here will not be an easy one. Should there be one thing you'd ask of me, I'd pleasantly ask you in return 'to not to worry too much about me for I know what should be done (and what should not be done) and as I remind myself as a mommy's boy, I should, as well, remind myself as a responsible 25 yr old adult who already knows the priorities of live and life's difficulties the the only way to get around it is an established career, thus warrants a focused mind in academics. I know how much I can handle, thus my capabilities and abilities are not unfamiliar. I am forever in debt to your relentless loving and guidance. Do not stop, for love will cease to exist between us, time and space distantly estranged. Be confident for I know my limits, be confident too in your sons. Stop the discrimination. Think outside the box.'

I have been a victim of discrimination here in Leeds. Never in Canada. But I remember where I leart the word "chink" in a story when you related to us your experience in Canada. As empathetic a person as you are kind to others, reverse the situation so that people other than you are victims of your derogatories. What would they think of you? Just as what did you think of those who have interjected that to me or you?

There are nice people around. There are always nice people around. I Am not too naive NOT to realize there, too, are devils in disguise around. I will not become, as much as I can assure you, like an irresponsible man who knows nothing about the union, values, and essentially the importance of a family. I am aware of the bitterness to witness history repeating itself, and I do acknowledge your efforts to curtail the possibilities of this.

"STOP RACISM! People of the world, STOP RACISM!", my mind begs to digress.
How many nations have responded in aids to the recent natural disaster in Sumatra that left millions of people homeless? I can be sure that NOT ALL the nations in the world have even contributed.

In this attempt to change your stinging yet unfair indictment against Chinese lads, I hope there has been in some ways in here have made you realise some positive and useful opinions in favor for them. As far as limitation is concern, it stops right here. ... because I cannot coerce one to believe what s/he doesn't want to believe. I am just an ordinary guy who wants to share his views on the matter. I reason out things a lot.

Involuntary Transient Frosted Kiss Perpetuated hec novus annus

Ignore the 3 alien words. If you insist, they mean "this new year" in perhaps broken Latin.

I need a break! Break me!
At times, a kiss described in a single line above strengthens my body, mind, and spirit boasting my efficiency levels exponentially. I realized there is the other side to it with a vitiating consequence making or reducing me into a flooble softie. I think it's so true when our female counterpart sneaks up to you quickly and smooches you then look at you smiling teasingly and ever so flirtatious while you're in the heat almost incandescent in anger.

Have you ever see, usually in movies, that water moistures or water fall freezes up so fast as though it's stopping time as its extreme frosting effects crawls up/down unfrozen water moistures? Like that in Terminator 2 in the last part where T1000 freezes in liquid nitrogen? Well, what was I gonna say? The surprisingly involuntary act turned voluntary and transient turned permanent and frost effects, start your imagination, kicked off from where our lips met sending pleasant waves of tingling icy goosebumps yet so warm and comforting throughout my entire body. Lips were locked yet occasionally liberated to quickly grasp air in and locked back in again not too tight nevertheless. One arm around her waist and the other caressing her long strainght hair with occasional gentle grab/pull/drag hoping to trigger/send feelings from her head down to her feet. I don't know where that came from but again, I wouldn't dare to say it's from experience, would I? Slowing working my hands from the back of her head to caressing her smooth silky skin on her face with the back of my hand, then placing my palm on her cheeks to warm down the already chilled left cheek. Time was stolen from me/us because I/we have no idea how long we were frosted for. It was incredibly special! Isn't that something (minus the alcohol effects)?

I know I will be very disappointed from the day we lose our tempers. However, I could always come back here to see that I have perpetuated the moment... in this new year.

It's beautiful
This is beautiful!

Source: Environment Canada.

Brrr!! Ah, the snowy days that I missed. Windchill days of below 40 centigrade from freezing point. So cool. So enjoyable.

Unlike here in Leeds, I'm spending a real warm winter this and perhaps the following 2-3 years. Hopefully I will learn to love it and yet not forget how to love extreme temperatures like this of Saskatoon. 

Confidence 给她信心

我已经看出来了她是有诚意和我在一起。 啊！太好了！
We're of like-minded in this.
The evanescent moment once thought to be the result of alcohol influences now turned around and I perhaps can now rely on a permanent sober relationship with her. As of right now, I am very confident of that and nevertheless feels very lucky. We came by very naturally but it took a couple of months to realize today's prelude.

However, after having done with stuffs, I shall confirm our status for good even though the smooches and occasionally sweet-nothings still goes on (i mean, it has to go on).

Am I happy? I couldn't imagined there would be such overwhelming happiness in my life in my hands today.

I wish my brother will find his true love no matter where he is. He's such a nice guy and absolutely clean. HF and I joked just the other day that she has a very good girl-friend almost as tantamount as to that of a soulmate she would like to introduce to somebody who's extremely nice. Suddenly I mentioned my brother. Simply because there's no one nicer to me than him and my parents. Uh, I gave her my brother's email address and I guess my brother will receive an email or something... from uhh, a girl in Shanghai. Hey, all girls in Shanghai are very good looking and super-nice. Don't you know that Shanghai is China's beauty-producing capital like that of Ipoh of Malaysia, Moscow (Russia), Calgary & Montreal (Canada), and perhaps most Middle Eastern regions? Not forgetting Iran too!

Everyone ought to have a chance! My brother should give himself a chance to learn Mandarin. I mean, think of the bigger picture: the fact that China has 1.1 billion population, we can postulate that the male-female ratio distribution across the nation is 50-50, then one can deduce from that that my brother (& I) has 550 million females to date. I know it couldn't be true because this is a dumb postulation anyway but it does give an interesting insight, doesn't it? hehe!

aight! back to work!

An Evanescent Moment

Could it be? Could it be just an evanescent moment worthwhile? Nevertheless, taking a step back to look at the macro side of the situation and the micro being the person, it really is a risky attempt to start up the flame whilst ambering. Ambering heat is not sufficient to keep hearts warm as oppose to that one with raging & dancing flames.

It's rainy here. I'm afraid the ambers will be put out. However, the winds are strong though and thus, if channelled directly at the ambering source, will gradually build up the desired flames. Could this be the flames of lusts? I hope it to be of love out of sincerity and trust.

Yet there can be no such thing as per an authority I respect. What if the ambering source is not set in between us in such a way that we are sitting around it sharing the heat? ... that each have our own source of tamed fire? ...that either one of us will inappropriately allow the amber to lose its glow?

I'm taming this heat over the winter to keep myself warm, although I have admit that this heat could get as big as the one I've set in Saskatoon -- the coldest place on earth (Jan 29). (http://members.fortunecity.com/dat789/coldestmonth.jpg)--even though it's not as cold as S'toon as I would like it to be.

If the flame dies without a flame, then it was just a passionate night.
If the flame gradually dances and manages to do the radiating heat is suppose to do, then it's not just a passionate night... we will add on to the cause of global warming, which is undeniably evident at present. (fooi-yooh!!) There's no bonus without the onus of this greater love. (oh no, my mom will kill me for using such anus/anal words!)
If the flames scorched my skins, not only I am hurt because I played with fire I might be deeply wounded so much that I wished for an undying ethereal heart. Mmh, I just love playing with [this kind of] fire.

I had better stop before mommy calls and lecture me on the phone insaeculasaecolurom.

by the way, I've got a visitor accessing this website from University of British Columbia. I wonder if it could be Zheng Jingfang (ZJF, Xiamen). She's the only person I know who's currently residing there. Would like to take this opportunity to say a big hello to her and a Happy Birthday to her. Her bday is on January 21st. A lovely girl. leave your happy birthday wishes for her in the comment link below when the day comes.

by the way [again], insaeculasaecolurom is supposedly to mean: forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and... (say it until you breathe your last. get the idea of it?

Perplexed I shall not be (可能）

有可能喝醉了
发生的事情可无意义
但我不能让自己当什么事都没做到
其实我没有做到那个
她是个好女孩

给她与我个好影像印象
做人非要有责任善良质
“我是不会那么容易把自己去喜欢一个人。。”她有一次这么说。
嗨！可能她有自己的借口-“我喝醉了。可不可以当那个事情没有发生过？”
希望不是这个结果！
到底是怎么回事儿？

先把作业写好后来去想
我真的不想她忘了她的2005新年的晚上。
满好的！

那么现在，Perplexed I shall not be.

Yesterday once more

昨晚上
陪了她
天都亮
去大学
送她会
我看书
她睡会儿
读书馆
六点关
去找她
吃好饭
聊了天
看电影儿
抱着她
静静的
没说话
吻。。。
不舍得走
放心吧
自安慰
还有明天
的明天
在明天
到永远
我爱她
希望她
认认真真
能爱回我

很傻吗?
我在等待
她的答案
我不怕
‘想爱就别怕伤痛’
她的吻别...perpetuated!
Please, yesterday once more!
For I do not want to forget anymore!

Reflection

"If you plan for a year,
plant a seed.
If for ten years,
plant a tree.
If for a hundred years,
teach the people.
When you sow a seed once,
you will reap a single harvest.
When you teach the people,
you will reap a hundred harvests." -Kuan Chung

Knowledge is to be share,
not be misconstrued as an arrogant know-it-all,
attitudes play a big role in this act of sharing
lest you be deemed problemed asshole who's dull.

Over the past years I have been victimised
by this identity I have been criminalised,
put behind the virtual bars of smart-aleck alone
now freed and decriminalised to know I've grown.

Stating what I know always pretending to be iffy on the fact
purpose is to soften the arrogant smart-aleck effect,
I do not wish to be again in virtual prisons
'coz no one can help not making intercomparisons.

Perhaps this and 'thru jokes the best way to teach
among friends not making myself any more superior,
since not all have been to church liked to be preached
perhaps not many wants to believe in the love of our savior.

They say lawyers have not many friends
because of an evident trait of 'I must not, in any arguments, lose'
My biggest worry is that they bemake me a bloody fiend
because I'm afraid I'd lose control & become everybody's news.

Written by:--Danny V-Li Teok--

Blue-balled New Year

Earlier this morning, I finally dragged myself out of bed and duly went into the bathroom and had a good stare in the mirror for 10 minutes or so. My memory rewinded back to when I screwed up the dinner date with HF (I was suppose to make at home) up to the first sentence above.

Was at the library yesterday's morning with ZX till 1600 when we went back. She have arranged an impromptu date with another guy so that's okay. I had to make dinner for the NY's date with HF and walked to Morissons by 1700 only to find it's freaking closed. Feeling full of regret and shame I walked back when I decided to check out ZX if I can join her (not really my intention but I guess when one's turned down, anything can be regarded as immediate substitute). Found out she was just at a bus stop across of me waiting to go to the city. I sat with her. The bus arrived and everyone queued up and I was left there comtemplating if I should go as there was really nothing to do at home any more. I couldn't face the horrid shame and embarrassment I'd put up when HF comes to my flat expecting yummy dinner. I cut the thoughts short and hopped on to the bus and to city.

We went our ways and I couldn't get into Debenhams where HF works so I stood by the window outside watching her... counting money at the cashier.

Police came. Apparently, a group of kids were allegedly to have picked out something from the shelves. The law enforcers were very quick to apprehend them. I saw the action.

The confrontation
I wanted to see her. I don't know why though. Maybe to break out the bad news that there is no food, and that is what I did eventually as she looked into my eyes as though she knew something was amissed. She took it well.

"It's new year's eve! We've gotta do something! But I'm hungry..."
"Me too! I was thinking if we could eat out", I responded quickly hoping she'll forget the bad news I broke out.

The Dinner
We had chinese buffet dinner. Just before we started, she wanted me to wait because she has a surprise for me. She must have been in the Ladies for like 15 minutes and there was a tap on my right shoulder. I turned my head overlooking my shoulder which was tapped. By golly! A gorgeous girl! She changed from her work violet checkered 'uniform' to a low-neckline black dress accompanied with a knee-length denim skirt and black pantyhose, and on mid-cut black stillettos. She has let down her pony-tailed hair. Absolutely smashing!

I thought of myself in the context of how appropriately dressed I am as compared to her. I looked like a bloody simple-minded cleaner who has the least knowledge in fashion. But luckily, my top is black too! ;) hehe! with a blue denim jeans.

We had our bottle of wine and it was 5 quids to open. We enjoyed our meals, joked a little, chatted more, feeding each other sometimes, and making hundreds of toastings as long as the wine is still there.

What I cannot believe is this: I am dining with the most chased-after girl in Leeds, Shanghai, and Japan. I was having thousands of doubts about the reality before my eyes. I was being very myself and the entire episode went smoothly and I believe we're both entertained.

The countdown
Had 5 shots of liquors: Jack Daniels (x2), Tequila, Vodka, and Sambuca (flamed).
Went out at 2355 to the Millenium Square, which is just a few steps off the varenda of Burbon where we had our shots. There's quite a carnival there with many DARE-RIDES.

The Kiss
Soon, fireworks displays were everywhere to be seen in the city's sky. Astounded by the beautiful display, I hugged her close from behind and wished her HNY! Without paying much attention to what's going on after what was said, we frech kissed for like forever!

The Balls turned its color
"Although it is advertised to be "... Daily life (Uncensored)" this part needs censorship to avoid [further] embarrassments as the nature of the topic is more than a taboo. Dang!

Had I declined invitations to go out on NY's eve, I wouldn't have had the best New Year's countdown celebration and things we did following that.

fcuk! my work...
"Dann!! I told you not to go out!!", said the hardworking side of me.
"...but it was all worth it!", I said.