If there is an intellectual low point in my 24 odd years of life, then this must be it. I can no longer speak fluently, write eloquently, or formulate any ideas clearly. Everything got tangled up with all sorts of distractions and my law become so rusty that I can no longer write any meaningful. I relisten to the tutorials that I had with Professor Tapper. It reminds me of the good time we had discussing the law (I think discussing doesn't do the story justice for it was me who pissed him off with stupid responses in fragmented English most of the time). It couldn't be worse now. I am not doing anything constructive at all. The best that I can do be amused at how wrong the criminal procedure notes can go in its desparate attempt to summarize the law - e.g. everything is a "discretion" according to the author - esepcially when the author can't (or is too lazy to) extract a ratio from the cases. Well who am I to judge? The things that I am doing do not raise above the level of PCLL accounts. What a life! I am hoping for a change. God, please help me.
Devils only tame the idle hands. Right, I must get back to accounts.
With PCLL comes a dead brain, With no brain, there is no law, Without the law, comes unfettered discretion, To whom empowered is unchallengable unless Wednesburily wrong, Is this rule of man or rule of law? Why study at all?
You know, I wish I could say I love my PCLL studies and BS/MS are great teachers. But as you also know, that would be a lie.
"You know Dad, we share in one commonality - and that is, we both are cynics."
His reply was "No. We are different. I am a skeptic and you are a cynic. A skeptic believes in nothing until he sees the evidence. A cynic believes in nothing even when he has seen the evidence."
Sad as it is, and having tuned into this way of thinking without even realizing the change myself, I do not think it does any justice to blame myself for having evolved as who I am. I shall just put aside how the filthy air in Hong Kong had failed my health ever since I return three weeks ago. The truth is I never as sick as I now am since I was born.
Hong Kong is a small but characterful place. At the same time, a lot can be said of the societal defects in a place such as Hong Kong. Flawed and deformed as she may be, I do not love her less. A line from Rudyard Kipling's The English Flag to expresses this idea: "And what should they know of England who only England know?" When I was a child, living inside a coconut shell, I perceive each and every good thing that I see as being the orthodox. As time goes by, I start to realize that even the orthodox can have more than one form of manifestation. There are many ways to skin a cat.
Seriously, I am having dinner with these guys once a week over the past months or so and I am not aware of them hitting themselves in any way (nor have they tried to hit me)
Easter is a time to commemorate the end of a begining, a time to celebrate a new begining of the end. This time of the year in Oxford, while most first year undergraduate students would rejoice from their late-night drinkings at FILTH , celebrating the end of their moderations (1st year examinations), hardworking graduates students, like B.C.L. student Felix Ng are minded to stay in the Codrington for at least 40 days to crawl on their bellies against the floor as a final gesture to catch up with the course reading, before the begining of Trinity Term.
I am crawling under William Blackstone's feet
Before Felix Ng disappears into the Codrington, he has a couple of thoughts on top of his mind which he likes to share:
(A) Jekyll & Hyde (Resurrection) CD
I have made a big discovery that there is very likely to be a motion
picture on the musical Jekyll & Hyde. A newly arranged and recorded
soundtrack, starring Rob Evans as Jekyll/Hyde is now available. In the
midst of my desparation to boast my morale during the mid-year crisis,
I have conveniently order a copy of this CD from the internet. And
guess what? MOM PAID FOR IT! Although it has already arrived for while,
it certainly has a long-lasting brightening up effect.
(B) Sherman Luk, Religious Festival, Christian Faith
I have the good fortnute of discovering these snapshots of the Religious Festival, proundly presented by the Christian Union in St. Joseph's College, courtesy of Dai Pat Sher's xanga (http://www.xanga.com/luksherman):
N-years ago, Sherman Luk, chairman of the Christian Union as he then was, laid down the tradition of organising the yearly event of Religious Festival in St. Joseph's College around Lent. The aim of the Festival is to remind Josephian of God's existence amongst us, and to promote the virtues of Hope, Faith and Charity in our Catholic school, St Joseph's college. I still remember that Sherman Luk had the time, energy and creativity to put together wonderul programmes during that week, such as "The Kidnap Of R.S. Teacher Mrs Regina Wong By Mr. Egg From Mars", Regilous Talk Show and Dance Show x Live Band Performances, (I also suspect the talk show culture in St Joseph also fanned out from there) on top of our routine St. Joseph's Feast Day celebration.
There is a dull tradition amongst events organisers in St. Joseph's to paint and hang a banner on the wall of the school's New Building which faces the football pitch so that every one can see that, for example, "STUDENTS 'UNION ORGANISES A CHRISTMAS BALL AND LOTS OF GIRLS FROM S*CS WILL ATTEND ". That year, Sherman Luk hang the Religous Festival banner, not on the face of the the New Building, but he tied it arcoss the wings of her, like how your mom will hang cloths on a piece of string - and guess what? The whole was school in a state of shock the next morning when they actually saw it!
Sherman Luk is contagious - he does crazy things and succeed - he is the man who "do it" while most men "doubt it". From catching this catagious disease, I learnt a lot.
Now see - attached is the Religious Festival banner for 2007. I am learning a lot about my Christian Faith too.
(C) Spring Has Come !
(D) Replying Emails and Laundry
I apologise the deterioration of my speed in replying emails. It is
just so busy over here every day. I hardly even have time to laundry -
and guess what - I am trying to defer my laundry until people are
starting to complain about my stink. If anyone is thinking of doing a
B.C.L. you will probably have a taste of what the daily work if you try playing
this flash game (which, again, is a discovery that I have made during
the hours which I was supposed to have gone to bed if I were not otherwise
doing more constructive things, such as taking a shower):
