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| MIA has been my name recently I suppose.
I'd love to update now but I don't have my camera with me at school so I can't upload.
Nonetheless, I hereby announce that I am now officially considering to update both my xanga and food blog within the next week.
Well I should anyway. My Xanga True progress has dropped from over 60% to 55% after a month-and-half inactivity.
Now gotta get going to meet some people. Oh, didn't you know? The law school here hosts a happy hour every Friday. I go for socializing, some others go for free drinks and food.
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| It's always been the case that I tend to write more often when I'm spending more time alone, which usually translates into times I should be studying. Right now is no different, but since I've been yearning to show off share my life in St. Louis for quite some time, and considering my Goldfish™ memory, now is the time to tell all.
I'll try to make this a bearable entry. 
(Editor's note: I wrote the above one week ago, let it cool, and have now plucked up to finish this before Goldfish™ eats up my brain any further)
Flying into St. Louis: the break of dawn, a gleam of the bright future ahead -
My roommate and sub-landlord are amazingly NICE. While my roommate drove me home from the airport at 10am (nearly 6 hours delay in Chicago), I found this all laid out nicely on my bed by my sub-landlord -
Yes, all I had to do was unwrap the packaging, and I could plump onto the bed after 20 hours of travelling. I love them both.
Who would mind walking to school everyday on a street like this? I sure wouldn't.
HKU has the KK Leung Building. Ladies and gentlemen, WashU has the Anheuser-Busch Hall on the right, and Siegle Hall on the left:
Now that's law school.
Sidenote: the law library here has 4 floors, lined with classy bookshelves and reading desks (will show later). Something to envy indeed.
Main (grand?) entrance of the school. America doesn't speak of history (200+ years?!), but the universities do a good job of making up for the shortcoming:
 
Five minutes walking from school, serenity and tranquility awaits:
  
Also five minutes from school, my favourite spot for a summer afternoon nap:
And this is what I see when I wake up, and cast my eyes down the hill:
Another five minutes and there's another green hill, with accompanying sun and all:
International LLM Orientation here included a trip to the city jail (apparently not equivalent to a "prison") and court. Here's the man responsible for training the jail staff (he also gets to taser them,as part of training of course  ) :
Sidenote: Why can't HKU organize something meaningful like this for orientation? Worth self-reflecting fellas.
My first two attempts at cooking, salmon and chicken drumsticks:
 
A class activity from Mediation class. Question was "What would you be if you're not a human being? Anything."
Our answers were drawn onto the board (not by me). Try guessing what I answered. =)
[Your choices are: House cat, camel, redwood tree, parrot, blind dog, alien(s), God, giant squid, giant octopus, African elephant, mountain and sea otter.]
As another part of Orientation, we got to see a baseball game. Baseball is heck BORING, but the view wasn't bad I suppose:
See? Something meaningful. Somewhat.
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That's all for now. Will update more later. =D
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| It’s quite an eerie feeling, going to bed, knowing that most probably the next time I’m sleeping here I’ll be a very different person indeed. -------------------------- I’m in line at the airport waiting to check-in. Looking at my baggage, I am amazed at how much I’ve brought with me for 4 months. 2 check-ins, 1 carry-on plus a backpack. And all just barely below the weight limit. How did I ever manage to put myself in such a sorry state? And how am I going to return to HK without having to pay extra fees? I totally overpack. ------------------------ For some people, travelling is an inspiration for their creativity. One of my favourite music albums, Hotel Paper, was so named because most of the songs were supposedly written while on the road. On my part, however, I do not find travelling conducive to writing (I can’t paint, draw, sing or compose or do any of those talented arts). I’m perhaps more of an E. B. White, who shuts himself in a room for a whole morning to write a weekly editorial, than a Michelle Branch, who composed the aforementioned music album. Several times I’ve carried with me writing ideas onto the plane, but not once have I been able to write smoothly and with conviction during flight. Perhaps it’s the unfamiliarity of the plane cabin environment, or perhaps it’s the altitude. Whatever the reason, my friend Writer’s Block always manages to accompany me whenever I fly. Which is also why I have difficulty elaborating on this any more than I already have. ------------------------ | | |
| A calm before the storm. It was beautiful. The breeze was strong, the tide swift. The normally crowded harbour was soothingly empty, not a single bobbing light in sight. Stepping off the footbridge, the wide sea was right there before me, unhesitatingly mine for taking. All I had to do was want it, and it'd be all mine. Across the water, the two rooftop lights of MegaBox continued their nightly stare into space, piercing through the blanket of clouds, swirling ominously low, yet harmless.
Then raindrops started falling. The wind whipped into a gust of frenzy. The tide hurried even quicker, hurrying on before the lashes of the wind, jolting and pushing as they broke into white ripples. I recalled one of Aesop's fables:
"Blame me not!" said the Sea. "I'm always peaceful. It is the wind that creates waves and turns me into a monster."
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The calm wouldn't last. Time to turn in.
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| "The sea! Alas! I have not yet beheld it, but deep in the hearts of all my kindred lies the sea-loving, which it is perilous to stir... Alas for the wailing of the gulls! Did not the lady tell me to beware of them? And now I cannot forget them!"
- Legolas Greenleaf
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