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So I was perusing the Toronto Star's website moments ago and almost shat myself when I saw this article.

Apparently, a physician was shot at John's Hopkins today. The doctor is expected to survive after being rushed into surgery while the rest of the hospital was under 'lock-down'

They don't really say much else. I think there are issues with releasing too much info this early in the case.

Freaky.
 
 
 
 
 
 
So I am back at school now - summer had come and in a blink it went, and, well, I miss it. *sigh*

But I am back in Kingston, back at school, back to the books and the teacher's dirty looks. And despite my obvious physical presence here I have been trying for a week to locate my brain and root it firmly into school mode. Today, I think I found it. I mean, I actually did some readings, voluntarily, for both family law and criminal procedure - so that's progress right (0-60 in 8 days)!

I have discovered that I LOVE family law. It is just really, really interesting. In today's class we discussed grounds for annulment or characteristics for a valid marriage. And I think I have discovered a way to shut up the post-it haters. Firstly, for those who don't know, Meredith and Derek were "married" on a post-it at the end of season 5, and since then people associated with the show have been citicised for bastardizing their relationship by not giving them a "legal" marriage. Well I can explain WHY their marriage would be considered legally VALID (at least in Canada, anyway - I don't know what marriage laws are like in Washington)

So here we go. According to Hassan v. Hassan, there is a "strong presumption that parties who undergo a ceremony of marriage followed by cohabitation are lawfully married....It appears that a marriage that does not comply with the lex loci celebrationis [the law of the land where the celebration was held] in terms of formality may be recognised as a valid common law marriage ... where the parties have not submitted to the local law"

Then again in Meszaros v. Meszaros the court states that "there is a strong presumption that the parties who have lived together and held themselves out as man and wife are validly married....This is a presumption that can only be overcome by the most cogent evidence...."

So in Hassan the law is very clear that so long as there was some sort of ceremony (the locker-room post-it declaration, writing, and signing of vows) followed by the couple living together (they do that currently in Mer's house, and soon in their dream house on the cliff *squee*) they are married in the common law as long as they haven't gone to any lengths to validate the marriage under civil law (according to Shonda the post-it was it for them, so I can infer that no steps were made to register the marriage, etc.) = MARRIED

Then in Meszaros so long as they live together (see above) and see themselves as man and wife (there have been numerous references both by them, their colleagues, friends, family, and members of the board to them being man and wife) they should be considered MARRIED under law!

So in conclusion, based on the evidence before us, Meredith and Derek are to be considered married and their union recognised under the law.

Thank you, and now I am going to run away and pretend that I am not that big of a nerd. :)
 
 
 
 
 
 
So in light of the US Open beginning in a mere 4 days I decided to enlighten everyone with a couple tennis facts, and also because tennis is my summer crack.

So here it goes...

When you are watching a match one of the most interesting statistics, imo, is the serve speed. I really think they need to highlight that a little more rather than forcing us viewers to squint at the little red board behind the receiver, but I digress. But do you know what the top serve speed is? I do...

Andy Roddick set the service speed record at 249km/h, and Venus Williams set the record for fastest serve by a woman at 204km/h.

Can you imagine that little yellow ball flying at your face at that speed...damn!
 
 
 
 
 
 
So...I was randomly stalking someone's journal and I saw a post entitled "Teaser Tuesdays." Basically, you grab your current read and let the book fall open to a random page. Then you share with the LJ world 2 "teaser" sentences from that page.

So here goes:

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The book that I am in the midst of reading is called Sweetness in the Belly by Camilla Gibb. So far, the book has been wonderful. There is a wonderful mix of sorrow, heartbreak, love, and sweetness that is perfectly balanced. I can't wait to finish.

The teaser comes from page 352: "Sitta emerges in tears and Yusuf, who is sitting beside me, spreads his arms and pulls her onto his lap. Ahmed's been teasing her about her mole, saying it looks like an ink stain."
 
 
 
 
 
 
So Danielle, I hope this makes your Friday - you sounded a little down last night on the machine, so I figured I would update and make your morning a little shinier.

So lets start with a funny little bet I am involved in. Last night I went out with my parents to Il Fornello for dinner and of course my dad begins bitching about how he can't lose weight and whatever. So I start telling him that he needs to switch his workouts up, the importance of interval training, etc. Then he pipes in saying that since he is the only one at the table trying to lose weight we shouldn't be trying at all. Well, that sounds like the beginning of a challenge in my books, so I shot back betting him that I could lose more weight than him over the next week. So how did it all end you may ask, well lets just say let the games begin!!!!!

Hmmm what else....

Well, I have been in super tennis mode for the past few days, and yesterday was no exception. There were some fantastic matches. Federer was playing Llodra and was actually down 4 love in the first set, but managed to come back to win in straight sets, 7-6, 6-3. It was pretty intense. I mean this Llodra guy was all over the net like a wet cat, throwing off the usually impecable form of the greatest tennis player EVER! But soon enough RFed totally found his groove and kicked some bad ass. But I worry... Today Federer plays Berdych. He has beaten Federer in their last 2 encounters, including Wimbleton!!! We'll have to see how things go - I am totally nervous but excited at the same time. What I really wish is that I had tickets for tomorrow :(

I was out playing tennis sort-of yesterday, just like you predicted. I went over to Pleasantville and attacked the wall with the tennis ball for a little bit. Twas cathartic and fun. Instead of taking Neighbourly home I took Mill to Trench and then along Major Mac. While on Major Mac I detoured into the park beside the hospital to see what they had done to the place (there is now a concrete path from Major Mac). I went through the forest on my bike and let me tell you how much fun I had...I was amazing. It kinda reminded me of Laos, only smaller. I feel like I want to find more forested areas and bike through them!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
So a friend of mine has been bugging me to update this journal more often. Apparently, she needs this to get through her busy yet dull work day. So, let give her a little something to read shall we!

Hmm, well generally life is pretty dull. I have gotten into a habit of going to bed late and waking up around noon, watching WNTW on TLC, eating and then spending the day on the computer. Things really need to change! Luckily today I am heading out to Mexico. Ole! Hopefully, this trip will help me get a little of my groove back and I will embrace summer in all its glory when I return in one week. *fingers crossed*

Shall notify with further updates.
 
 
 
 
 
 
5am wake-up call…Why in the world would someone EVER wake up at 5am, unless of course, they had to? I fall into that latter category: crazy people who see the light of day at 5am because they have to. I had a flight at 8am. You never think about these things when you book your flight. You consider the time you will get into the location and determine how much of the day will be remaining for you to take advantage of. You never think about waking up, and what kind of an impact that will have on your being able to take advantage of the day. Those thought come the night before when you are setting your alarm. They are of course often followed by rampant bouts of profanity.
So, I was indeed up at 5 and on a plane by 8. I arrived in Lisbon before noon, but was too tired to really do anything. I wandered aimlessly for a while, soaking in the splendor of the city. But feeling like you are going to collapse certainly does not help with the whole activity-thing, especially when to factor in the heat and the hilliness. But thank goodness for the world cup :)
I spent two more days in the city waking up in the morning and wandering until the midday heat forced me to stop, sit, and read. I honestly cannot even tell you where exactly I went. All I know is that I saw a castle, a bunch of churches, and Belem.
The city is really gorgeous. I don't know why people don't talk about it more. You hear about the beauty of Prague, Vienna, Barcelona, and Budapest, but never Lisbon. But trust me, Lisbon definitely falls into that same class. If you don't believe me take a look at the photos and enjoy.

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Not only is Lisbon beautiful, but it is also fun! On the Monday night I went out with a bunch of people from the hostel: 1 from Toronto, 2 from Calgary, and 1 from Australia. It was amazing. We randomly asked this Portuguese guy, who was swaying on the street, which way to go to get to 'the best bar'. Turns out is was that guy's birthday and he invited us along for the celebration. It was an amazing time, full of drunken foolishness and drink the size of your head a twice as potent :)
 
 
 
 
 
 
After I finished my time at the castle I hopped on the bus and made my way to London. My first day was spent wandering, shopping, gym-ing it up, and seeing a show.
I suppose that the most exciting part of that day was the show. I went to see Wicked, which was something that I had been meaning to do for some time now. I had read the book a little more than a year ago, and frankly, I hated it. However, the musical is so, so much better. The two women who played Elphaba and Glinda were absolutely phenomenal (I would have given you their names, but for some reason they don't give out playbills in London). Based on the set-up of the play, it would seem essential that these two be great. Much of the show's musical numbers are either solos or duets, generally done by either or both of these actors. And thank goodness for that because on the occasion that the whole ensemble takes the stage, the production falls to the level of a high school musical (and I don't mean the multi-million dollar Disney production either!). Despite that criticism, my overall opinion is still a stellar one, I even left the theatre singing, and have been ever since.
My second day in London was spent with my friend Tanya, whom I hadn't seen since I left Korea nearly a year ago. I met her at the tube stop near her flat in Camden. From there we went to wander around Camden market to look at the eclectic and funky clothing and goods and to eventually eat. While munching on our respective lunches (mine a delicious kebab sandwich) Tanya received some less than thrilling news. It seems that when her mother returned from shopping that morning she came home to a dead husband. Needless to say this put a damper on the day.
She decided to catch a train home at around 5 that evening. This meant that we still had the afternoon together - my job: to provide a distraction and enable avoidance. So we decided to grab some vodka, cokes, and hit Regent's Park for a wonderful afternoon in the sun. We were soon joined by her boyfriend, or whatever he is, and his friend. It was actually a great afternoon mostly spent talking about 'football' and getting sunburned.
Since I could no longer stay with Tanya, I had to find myself a hotel room in town, which is not such an easy task on a Saturday evening. So I may have had to splurge a little, but I did find something near Paddington station.
I ended up going to another show that evening: Billy Elliot. The show was pretty good. The music was forgettable, but the dancing….There was a beautiful mix of tap and ballet, the performance of which made to gape in awe at the wonderment of the spectacle. And to think the child performing couldn't have been more than 13 years old, is simply mind blowing!
I headed back to my hotel after that to grab a few fleeting moments of sleep before my 5 am wake up call.
 
 
 
 
 
 
So, for the penultimate weekend before my exams, me and a couple of Aussies went to Egypt.

It was a little intense being in Egypt for only 3 days, but it was nonetheless amazing!

We stuck to Cairo, seeing the Nile, some pyramids (step, bent, red, and the 3 great), Coptic Cairo, the Citadel, the El Kalili Market, and a little bit of the night life. Well, maybe a little too much of the night life :P Let's just say that coming home (not that I remember that) at 5:30 and then having to be up for a tour 3 hours later, is not the smartest thing you can do. Though I did learn a valuable lesson: hangover + extreme desert heat = having to run out of a mosque to avoid defiling it!!!

Enjoy:

Nile Cruise
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The Pyramids
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Cairo
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What oh what can I say about my time over the last two months?

Well, I suppose I should start by saying that it definitely feels like time flew by, and yet it feels like I was there forever.

The castle became my home away from home, I met and re-met some absolutely amazing people, I learned so much and experienced so many invaluable things, and I learned that a peacock's squawk is quite possibly the most distracting noise to hear during an exam.

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I took 3 courses over the course of 8 weeks. For the first two weeks all 50/51 law students participated together in a foundation class, which essentially gave us an overview of international law, the structure of the UN and its organs, as well as the problems encountered when trying to apply the law within the international arena. The class was taught by a prof from my home university - Stan Corbett - Who is really amazing and enjoyable teacher to listen to and learn from. I thought this class was phenomenal, that was until I was taught international criminal law.

There were three sections to ICL - The law covered by the ICC and the other international tribunals, UN criminal conventions, and extradition. The first section, which was half of the class was taught by a MAN named Norm Farrell. He completely deserves the emphasis put on the word MAN, if you know what I mean. If not, let me explain. First, he simply exudes sex appeal - the way he carries himself, his stance, how he holds a notepad, how he hums and nods when we give a comment or an answer, and the dreaminess of his sea-blue eyes. PLUS he has one of the sexiest jobs ever - He is the deputy prosecutor for the ICTY - he is basically a superhero! So needless to say I enjoyed the class, even outside of the dreaminess. He taught us about war crimes, crimes against humanity, and genocide, so really it is kind of impossible for that to EVER be boring. The second section was taught by a judge at the ICTY - Justice Proust - who will soon be leaving her position to become the ombudsperson for the Security Council's sanction division. Unfortunately, despite how sexy her position is, her course blew! Thank goodness I missed half to go to Egypt. The last half was taught by possibly the sweetest woman in the world - Elaine Krival. She works for the Department of Justice's extradition division. She did an amazing job making this topic interesting even while explaining the material to us in a way a five year old would understand. She really should've been a elementary school teacher 'cause she also had a habit of praising us like crazy any time we spoke, regardless of whether or not our answer was right. This is definitely an improvement over regular law school classes, where the just ignore you when you are wrong - they're kinda like Korea that way.

The last class I took was International Human Rights, which sounds a hell of a lot more interesting than it actually was. The first half of the course was spent studying the specific provisions for the big 7 conventions. We literally sat in class while Michael (the prof) read the provision to us. It made for some boring 6 hour days!!! The unfortunate part was that Micheal could have given us an amazing practical perspective - he works within the human rights division of the special UN unit in Jerusalem. The second half of the class was taught by a man who works with Canada's Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He tried and failed to make "Canada's role in international human rights" seem interesting.

The best part of the whole 8 weeks was our week long field trip during week 5. We started in the Hague where we got to see the ICTY, and even sit in on a couple of trials, and got to go out for drinks with some of the lawyers. We also went to the ICC but unfortunantely were unable to observe the Lubangua trial since it was in closed session. Next we went to Strasbourg in France, which is where the European Court of Human Rights is. That does not mean that we actually went to the EUCHR, nope we just had a free day before hitting up Geneva, our final stop where we saw the Canadian Mission, the UN Commission on Refugees and the UN High Commissioner of Human Rights, and got to sit in on a session of the Human Rights Council.

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GENEVA

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Anyway as I said earlier, I met some amazing people, who I won't bother naming, with the excepotion of the Salma, my roommate. She put up with my crap, laughed both at me and with me, and just kept me sane in our castle in the middle of nowhere.

I also learned some things about myself. 1)if ther are no other distractions I will actually voluntarily do school work, 2)I am also much more inclined to go to the gym if it is close and there are no distractions, and 3)I am quite the participator in class.

Additionally I realised that studying for exams is much less stressful when you have done the work beforehand, law students drink A LOT, and it doesn't actually rain all the time in England.