Is Law such a boredom?!

... that I'd fall asleep or at least felt a heavy head?

I don't recall a single day that I felt that way when I was doing Economics. Well, I have slept in for some of my morning classes though, however, I never sleep in any of my Econ classes. But why Law classes?!

Blame it on the English accent.
Blame it on their style/method of teaching.

retard!

dumb fire drills. i just returned frm gathering outside with a bunch 85 of half asleep students. Like me, the rest of them had been awaken by the fire alarm. and I had just gone to bed just after i posted the previous posting.

"Thank you for being so prompt in exiting your premises within 3 minutes!! Now you can return to your bed!!", exclaimed the fire drill leader with the security officer standing beside her. "I'm sorry if we have to do this again because of our four friends here who just came out (2 mins late). So, please be cooperative and wake up your roommates within 3 minutes!", she continued her rants.

Fucking retards! If it weren't for the other four, we would not have to do this again. Thanks to them for taking their time... one of them even walked into the building (well, it's funny to see what people do when they're half asleep). the other came up looking as if he was already outside when he looked up the sky and back down the ground and up again and around us to self-assure he was in the right place.
Once again, all credits goes to them... Fucking retards! It's a drill!! retards...

zzzzzzz.........................

Fungal infection on my hands

I didn't know what I got but I had to know before they drive me up the walls. My hands are no longer silky smooth as they look rather wrinkled up and appeared to be 'wet' for too long. What I mean by 'wet' is that when you soak yourself in a swimming pool for too long (high chlorine) you tend to see your fingers wrinkle up and 'wet'. But mine's not wet as in perspiring wet; no. It's just awful.

Spent almost half a day looking up for it and found out that it's called Tinea Manuum. They're not calluses; and I know what calluses are.

How did I get this?! *banging head against the wall*
Why do I get sick all of the sudden and some weird things on my body?! *banging harder*

Wait, I'm not blaming myself now, am I? NO! Bah, self-pity i guess!

I don't even know if there's cure for this fungal infection thing. Probably I'll visit the super-nice nurse at the university tomorrow.

Happy 25th Birthday!!

Danneyy!! It's your birthday today!! Have you forgotten?!

Ah, how can I forget when both my parents tooked the efforts to call just to deliver well wishes while I was waiting for a bus at a bus stand. I was really glad to hear from them and told them there's nothing much arranged for me today in my horrible voice that just recovered from the nasty sore throat I had for the past seven days now.

At least I can shout out loud "TWENTY FIVE?!?!?!??!!?!!!!!!!!" years old I mean! Thank God I'm still in my twenties and having said that I think I would find it hard to accept the fact on that day when I leave the twenties and the number turns thirty! It's like it had to come... the nine pulling down the digit three on its left; and both digits a three and a zero flashes.

So, what did I do? Can you believe when I say there's nothing much I did? Well, I went up to Beckett Park Campus to have tea with our Vice Chancellor-- Prof. Simon Lee -- who just moved into his new residence on campus. I guess he had enough of ambushes from students when he's trying out his daily jogs uphill back to his current place -- Kirkstall Brewery, where I and many other students live as well. Students would pour out complains to him about bad internet connections, the noise levels, the English women are like sluts while the men(or boys to be more precise) are too rowdy.

If I were the VC, I think moving to a much more peaceful place with a huge garden pioneered by landscape architecture and design students on campus would be a very lucrative & wise choice. Wouldn't you think so? Well, unless you love to be harrassed with problems that are not of yours every minute of the day and week. VC have a life too... besides seeing you off at your convocation.

So, after having my first mug of Deuscher tradional beer (alas!!!) at Arcadia with the rest of "The Walking Club" members, I got pulled by several friends (from Spain) into going to "The Porn Party" downtown... just because it's my birthday! Live fucking sessions, no censorships, threesome, orgy, fetishes, Amsterdam live in Leeds!!! £4 to get in and for all that... £4!!!! Even before the bouncers let us in, the rest of us guys already pitched tents in our pants (okay, correction, we each only have one tent to pitch. that's exaggerated)

Well? We went in, I saw what I was suppose to see, didn't like it, I got out as it was too smoky, flagged down a cab, and headed home. Here I am now writing about what just happened.

Living in big cities like Kuala Lumpur, Calgary, Toronto, Beijing, I guess there's not much of a difference as you are just an individual and your friends are either that of your colleagues or clients, or your high school buddy. You can't trust nobody out there and that's reality. Not that I'm cheated of fell into somebody's dishonest shit schemes, no, nothing like that. This sexy lass, in her tiny dress her boobs almost spilling out and her nipples are taking a peek while her super mini skirt just wants to reveal the lace of her red thongs in between her tight butt curving towards her forbidden place, came around me and started to dance in front of me hoping I'd take interest in her and therefore take lead. I'm dreaming! This is not happening! "Then she was pressing her ass into my camping ground and oouff, I felt the camp fire was going out of place and the inside of the tent is feeling a little too warm now. Both my arms reached out for a stretch and bended inwards to hold her body and move to the hip-hop beats. Squeezed her boobs for a little and man, aren't they soft and squeezy!! Felt real good. Kept moving and it looked like she didn't mind at all. Soon I found myself pounding her ass... that's just because she was hitting on my tent. Drove me crazy for a while..."

What then? Well... censored la. Just say I got quite a present. Don't even know her name... Will I ever see her again? Maybe never...

A taste of LL.B (Hons)

Here I am in James Graham building where the main library resides. Just right in front of JG bldg is an open grass area like that of The Bowl at the University of Saskatchewan. While the Leeds Metropolitan University is not the same as U o S, they called the said open area as The Acreage. Haven't I mentioned this before. I shall have a picture of the campus' surroundings soon so that you will have an idea.

Often we do see law graduates with LL.B placed after their names but have you ever wondered what it actually meant? I have and I found out that the double L's would sometime accounts for Legal Letters in the United States. But otherwise, it is an abbreaviation in latin for the plural legum (of laws); thus, LL.B stands for Legum Baccalaureus

So, there you go. That's what I'll get when hell's over for me... at least for the next 2-3 years or could it be 3-4 years? I hope it won't take forever.

Today's seminar/session was rather an interesting one. We discussed about contracts; whether if there was a contract or any form of agreement between the parties involved. They're rather basic but it's set to get us prepared for the real thing next week. We will have to produce a research paper or a dissertation, if you rather call it, by year end.

There's no way out of scrutinizing the library for books and law journals with cases dating 300 years old. I guess spoon-feeding in class is not a trend here like it is in Canada. Somehow our lecturer made a journal sound so interesting that it is a must read and we'll lose out and/or fail the course if we don't because she's gonna assess us with its contents. Sounds like an assignment! I guess that's normal!

Ah, my throat. My poor throat. My itching body full with rashes from a probable over-dosage of paracetemol. I think, no, I am sensing it's on its way to recovery. It's no longer a painful ordeal to moisten up (or down) me throat and that's a good sign. Phlegms that I throw out are mostly bloody in color that for a moment I thought my throat's punctured and blood from blood vessels tinted the ugly slimy yucky looking residue.

So, that's it for now. I shall bore you out with my lame stories that might be useful to only me, myself, and I 20 years down the road; or when I'm no longer around. ;) Long live Dannaayy!! Drink more beers and you live longer!

心想飞到北美

每天起床打开窗口四枫树对我挥手。
让我每一天都想起来了我在加拿大的日子
一天又过了一天真是一天三秋地感觉；
这里的生活在例子还行
不过前几天天气真是不得了领到我病了到今日
又过两天二十八日我就要过生日了。
看起来今年的生日还是这么寂寞的过去；
希望爸爸认真做个好父亲丈夫。 这就是我最想的生日礼物。其他的都不想要！

说过了我病了吗？现在吃得要对我又敏感但我不管。
不吃药就会疼
吃得腰敏感
全身体发痒
搔痒如饿猴
让3天希望全体医好

明天开学上课念法律学
想成为个律师
肯定不容易

如果有一天。。。无病。。。世界上却是一个无得比的地方！
如果有一天。。。我很想回去北美。虽然我不是北美的公民我觉得北美是我家。

如果今天。。。 [我]好像有人陪我去河边， 一起捡枫树的叶子， 眼对验收拉手同步走。。。这就是我就开心的日子了。没有其他的要求。

前上就是我傻的自言自语。
连我自己都看不懂。

Flatmates Are here

For over 10 days we've been expecting anxiously for that one girl who will eventually move in and live with us. There's a letter in our kitchen with her name on it. We -- Michael, Carlos, Bjorn, and myself, -- hoped to have 2 girls living with us just like the others in other flats.

Alas, our last 2 flatmates arrived. Everyone's asking everybody, "Where are the girls?!! Look here", pointing at the letter that reads Miss E Polyviou, "the letter says that we're suppose to have a girl to live among us".

Kittel, and Kristos, both guys are from Norway and Greece respectively. It is a huge disappointment.

"Then, who's gonna clean the kitchen for us??!", joked Carlos. We have good laugh.

So, here are they:
Michael is from Germany;
Carlos from Spain;
Bjorn from Norway,
Kittel from Norway;
Kristos from Greece;
and myself from Malaysia.

We all share one thing in common -- drinking the town dry.
I can't do this right now not because I'm in the perfect physical condition to do so but lets just say I am taking a break for now.

I'll get everyone to say "hello! How are you doing?" in their language.

Hallo! Hvordan har du det? (Norwegian)

hola! como estas? (Spanish)

γειά τι κάνεις? --> gia ti kanis (Greek)


Michael is not here. When he is, i'll get him to write here too.

Discovered a new allergy

While I wouldn't confidently admit the reality of this finding, there are no other reasons why I wouldn't believe that I have found a new allergy.

Paracetemol, the pain killer I've been on since yesterday, have been very helpful to ease the pain in my throat. At the same time, tiny rashes (or was it lesions?) emerges all over my body, both my arms and my back being the most obvious.

Should I stop taking it and change to another alternative? If there are such other alternative, I would. But it's Saturday today and nothing opens early. So, I guess I'll have to depend on it for a while longer. I rather not feel the awful pain each time I take a swallow to moisten up my burning throat. Just scratch them off whenever there's an itch although certainly at times I'd look like some ape full of flees.

The cause of the virus infection? Still, I have no clues.
There's another assumption -- spiders.
I just realized there are an awful lot of spiders around in the UK. Our windows do not have the nettings that would eventually prevent pests from getting in doors. One of these eight-legged and eyed pest could have slipped into my quilt and bit me but I have not found any where on my skin being bitten.

So... hopefully I'll be well by Tuesday!

The inflammed throat...

I couldn't lie in bed anymore knowing that I will wake up in another 2 hours just to clear my throat. It has been like that for the entire night. Having short bursts of sleeps like that gave me a shock when I realized in the middle of the night around 5am-ish eye-bags developed.

Pulled myself out of bed and headed off to catch the 9 o'clock bus at the gate to see a nurse at the Student Health Centre.

"Ouff! You've got a very nasty throat infection! I'll get you to see a doctor right away", the nurse commented while having the flat wooden stick in my mouth and flash light in her other hand.

Now that was a relieve to know that it's an infection. To get me to see a doctor right away was even better and not wait for 1 or 2 days like I've experienced in Canada

So, what was the infection all about? How did I get it?
I was told that's a virus infection and that's probably why I'm getting runny nose, and soreness of my neck. The cure?

"Just walk into any Chemist and you need to purchase Paracetemol. That is all you need to do".

Paracetemol is the drug's name used in products like Advil, Panadol, Tylenol (?). They are also pain-killers and anti-bacterial drugs.

I should be fine.
I should have a date tomorrow. ;)

Cheers!

Dammit!

Sore throat, then
sore neck,
muscles around the back of my neck sores
feeling cold but body feels warm.

fuck! I think I'm having fever!

great!
Pray for me to be well soon! Thank you!

Shot by: me -- Wanglu, taking a pose in the beautiful open acreage. This was just after her camera died on her. lol! I guess it's fated. 

Shot by: me, mounted on tripod -- posing cheerfully on the public square of Edinburg. We just arrived to the city and this was my first shot of myself. How vain can I get? Since nobody knows how to use my wicked camera there is no other choice but to make full use of the tripod. 

Shot by: me, mounted on tripod -- Posing on Edinburg's memorial grounds like that of Washington's where the obelisk stands. In the background to the left is yet another monument built for a brave person for his brave doings. 

Shot by: me, mounted on tripod -- This street is like that of France's Champ-Elysses. In the background is the gothic church pictured below. Looking very cheerful. 

Shot by: me -- The side of the Castle of Edinburg built on this cliff. One of the most beautiful profile of the castle. Shot using 300mm focal length with Image Stabilizer activated. 

Shot by: me, mounted on tripod -- There's Tanya, myself, and Wanglu; posing in front of the Castle of Edinburg. 19mm focal length... ultra-wide angle view. 

Shot by: me -- The royal emblem of the king who once resided in this historic castle of Edinburg just above its main gate. The blue label below it are latin inscriptions. 

Shot by: me -- Gothic designed church; this is one of the many beautiful churches around here in Edinburg. Click to save it so you don't have to rotate your head rightward. 

Shot by: me, mounted on the tripod -- The church that I went nuts with my camera until I had to be abandoned by the ladies. 

Edinburg, Scotland

THE PICTURES ABOVE ARE ALL RELATED TO THIS ARTICLE/POST.

The trip was made on the 18th of September in conjunction with the Leeds Metropolitan University's student's orientation program.

Here I am in this wonderful and thriving city 4.5 hours north of Leeds. I met 2 ladies from China whom were very welcoming and friendly. Their names are Tanya and Wanglu. I met Wanglu last week during a session of security and safety given by the Leeds Metropolitan Police in Beckett Park's campus auditorium. I sat beside her. It was rather an interesting coincidence here at Edinburg.

Both of them are not the only ones amongst the rest who owns a digital camera. I for one felt ashamed as I'm going around with my wickedly big film camera, an EOS 300v model. Tanya has a Sony T1 and Wanglu a Canon PowerShot A70.

I ran into them twice in Edinburg and the second time Wanglu asked if I can take a picture for them. Maybe one couldn't hessitate to ask as one has noticed how a professional I am weilding such a camera. *laughs* After that, her camera died on her, refusing to work. It could be the battery that went dead or it could be something else. She denied the possibility of a dead battery as she was certain the camera was fully charged the night before. It's dead anyway. So from there, I offered myself to walk with them, well, hehe... as well as my service as a quasi-professional photographer.

Wanglu didn't think it was necessary because Tanya, her friend, still has a working Sony T1. Now, T1 is an awesome digital camera the size of a credit card with an amazingly big LCD screen as viewfinder. It's one of my wish item. We walked up a hill and just around the corner there was a man dressed up like Mel Gibson in the movie called Braveheart. His face painted in blue and weilding a broadsword and an war axe. He'd poses for tourists and/or passer-bys like us for photos. That got Tanya interested and she asked if I can take a picture for her. Of course! We tried three times and three times her T1 failed on her as the battery indicator flashes before me and wouldn't allow me to shoot any pictures. We tried for another time but Mr. Braveheart had to come over and advice us that the camera has run out of battery. How nice of him!

In the end, they gave up and accept the fact that their cameras are useless. Whereas on my part, I no longer felt like a total loser carrying the bulky camera around mounted on a heavy tripod. I felt for once that film cameras (like mine) rules and that digital cameras have issues pertaining to battery lifespan.

We toured around Edinburg for 3.5 hours together; visiting shops, churches, castle(s), and historic buildings. Skies are always changing as clouds floats pass quickly dragging along rain clouds and then back to sunshines against clear blue skies. It was very windy. We went into this church but we moved our separate ways as though we have mutually agreed to meet somewhere after certain minutes later. Essentially, I lost them and they lost me. I walked outside hoping they'd wait for me but none of them were to be found. I left the church feeling sorry for my carelessness and blamed it on my enthusiasm towards photography. I was too busy shooting the interiors of the church but I guess Tanya and Wanglu didn't share as much interests as me in the designs of church interiors especially during the 15th-17th century Roman Catholic days. Colorful glass tints, murals, stone sculptures, and gothic wooden carvings, etc. took my breath away. It didn't for the girls. ;)

So, again, I walked out leaving the church thinking that I'll be walking alone again. Why again? I was with a group initially but because a nun from Ukraine stopped me asking for donations ans stuffs chatted up with me. She was interesting to talked to so we chatted for a good 15 minutes. Because of time constraint, I suppose my group left me there didn't want to interrupt my conversation with the nun.. but they were thinking I was flirting with some lady there. So, that's justified. Just as I stepped out, I saw them on the other side of the broad pedestal walk lane and I quickly walked up to them hoping to give them a surprise. Surprise it really was to them, especially to Wanglu. She almost yelled at me asking where I went and how inconsidered I was being selfish and stuffs I can't really remember. But I knew she was mad at me for my sudden disappearance. She said she went back into the church twice and shouted for my name in vain before they decided to leave. I explained and soon we're all cool about it.

That's about all that happened on this day. It's worth another visit I think. 10 hours journey to and fro and only spent about 4 hours tops in Edinburg is not something anyone would consider as satisfactory. The place has so much to offer in a different aspect compared to Leeds. It has the landscapes, the medieval buildings, history, cultures, and Braveheart! Leeds is just a huge metropolitan that houses countless of discotechques, clubs, pubs, bars, shops that carries various brand names and services that proclaims its own sovereignity.

However the story goes, the least I know is that I have met and got to know 2 ladies, of course, they're good people, and good friends! In this big city of Leeds, I hope I can get to know them better rather than passing them as people I've met.

So, cheers everyone!