Hello some more
Hiya.
I've been a bit occupied as of late with work and such. Nah I jest. For although I was there for the crushing blow my fellows of the 12th cavalry dealt the Axis threat during our massive armoured advance on Jarny I also spent some time preparing for the work I am currently engaged in, Torts II Coursework. Its a simple, straightforward case but there is still a lot to write about (as there always is in law). In fact its almost a bit frustrating because I enjoy law where I can twist things around and come to conclusions which the examiner is not expecting, and yet are correct at law. For someone who normally shys away from any sort of mental exercise I seem to derive quite a bit of enjoyment from finding new ways in which to look at legal problems. Odd stuff and completely opposed to my normal doctrine of "absolute goof-off-ery".
Anyhow the work is getting done and should be ready a good 2 days ahead of schedule which means I can spend that time padding it with cool stuff that I manage to uncover in additional library time. However, as I said this question really doesn't warrant much additional study or research because its facts are relatively straightforward which means it will probably be time for me to rejoin my Allied brothers in arms hehe!
He's not doing his victory dance Again is he?! Gah!
Ack! My little brother is insufferable at the moment. The little bugger has only gone and got a date! My sister and I are up in arms, we don't have dates, we don't get asked out (well.. not often anyway :) ) but the boy we long ascribed the moniker "Melon Head" to has a hot date. Ok so I lied about the 'hot' part as she's actually not the prettiest thing (note: it feels very wrong passing judgment on the looks of a girl that young, blech) I would go so far to say that she hit at least 2 or 3 branches on her way down from the ugly tree if it weren't so horrifically mean (whereas at least all the girls who have ever been interested in me took a beating from the "cute" shrub.. all right.. all 3 of them).
Hong Kong's in the sh****r
Tits up, pear shaped, you name it. Sars and chronic mis-administration have left a bit of a problem in Hong Kong. A Billion dollar problem which has resulted in the Grand Hyatt Hotel having 20(!) guests at the moment. I mean I can understand the fact that the government sucks (any government which isn't elected doesn't deserve more than the 14% odd percent support that the current one 'enjoys', at least Chris Patten's legeco had some elections) but doing nothing because of SARS? How lame is that!?!
I mean come on, 260 people dead? More people get killed by Menningitis but are we all running around the UK with masks on? Heck no! More people are killed by Donkeys each year than that! f**** wearing a mask and staying at home. I'd be living it up and enjoying the hefty discounts that come with living in a city where 80% of the population want to stay at home. Besides there's no way the virus is getting me in the climate controlled, air conditioned environment of Pacific Place. What is more why should I care? If everyone else is wearing those masky things surely it stands to reason that I can't possible catch the disease as all these other people are containing it for me! Ah! Breathing free!
If I was my father right now I'm be striding into the Pacific Place Grappas (an italian restaurant, in the shopping mall 'pacific place'), grabbing myself a biggass table and enjoying the near-solitary dining experience of sitting around with other like minded people who aren't shitting themselves over a virus which has so far claimed the lives of less people than your average flu epidemic. However he is not a man who goes out much anyway, although we both share a penchant for Grappas, and so he has little problem with this virus.
Schools are all shut and learning is taking place via the internet.. I cannot describe to you how much that would kick ass if I was living in Hong Kong and currently learning at Shatin College. I think I can best describe the amount of ass-kicking thusly:
You are sitting on a white sanded Hawaiian beach, with a gentle azure sea and a cloudless sky. A pneumatic young girl with a pretty face brings you your drink and then complains that she will receive some form of sun-burn if you do not, that instant apply a creamy lotion to her sensitive skin. Oh yeah and a suitcase filled with money washes up on the shore and is transported by means of a wandering turtle to the steps of your beach hut.
To a student this comes to about 8 extra hours of sleep each day... Aww yeah!
mmmm... *snaps to* Oh yeah.. webblog, not manly beach fantasy fantasy... right..
Right I'm off to finish that particular daydream... Er or something less peverted haha!
later
John
Posted by John Swaine at April 26, 2003 05:43 PM