oh hello dave, nice to meet you, i am talula does the hula
A family court judge in New Zealand has had enough with parents giving their children bizarre names here, and did something about it.
Just ask Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii. He had her renamed.
Judge Rob Murfitt made the 9-year-old girl a ward of the court so that her name could be changed, he said in a ruling made public Thursday. The girl was involved in a custody battle, he said.
Registration officials blocked some names, including Fish and Chips, Yeah Detroit, Keenan Got Lucy and Sex Fruit, he said. But others were allowed, including Number 16 Bus Shelter “and tragically, Violence,” he said.
New Zealand law does not allow names that would cause offense to a reasonable person, among other conditions, said Brian Clarke, the registrar general of Births, Deaths and Marriages.
- from yahoo news
talula does the hula! LOL!
a new kind of candidate
obama had taken an unusual step for a democrat, praising the administration of george HW bush, one that is often seen as the most hardheaded or coldblooded, depending on your point of view, in recent memory.
obama rarely speaks in the moralistic tones of the current bush administration. he doesn’t divide the world into good and evil when speaking about terrorism. he sees countries and even extremist groups as complex, motivated by power, greed and fear as much as pure ideology. he never uses the soaring language of bush’s freedom agenda, preferring instead to talk about enhancing people’s economic prospect, civil society and – his key word – dignity.
as important as what obama says is what he passes up: a series of obvious cheap shots against bush.
obama sees a world that is in many ways going our way. as nations develop, they become more modern and enmeshed in the international economic and political system. to him, countries like iran and north korea are holdouts against the tide of history. it is america’s job to push these progressive forces forward, using soft power more than hard, and to try to get the world’s major powers to solve the world’s major problems. call him an optimistic realist, or a realistic optimist, but don’t call him naive.
hmm
“in explaining the goal of the 9/11 attacks, he (osama bin laden) pointed out that they inflicted about $500 billion worth of damage to the american economy yet cost only $500,000.”
“in response to a total of five deaths from anthrax, the u.s. government has spent $5 billion on new security procedures.”
the new special one
“When Scolari calls it is a big honour for the player and Robinho admires him very much. Robinho hopes this can now all be worked out. Scolari is the man he wants to play for.”
- Wagner Riberio, representing Robinho.
(not so) amazing discovery of the week
the itunes store is finally, FINALLY available for singapore! that means i can buy music legally (should the need arise), and also download an unlimited amount of free apps for the iphone, when i get my hands on one.
update @ 12.09pm:
shit i still can’t download music legally.
but i think i quite like it
it’s as if everything that is going on in my life now is a mish-mash of disco lights, a cacophony of static noise not unlike mechanical whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring, a disconcerting blur that is as difficult to define as it is easy to perceive. sometimes i’m as lost as a rabbit.
but on the whole, i still think i quite like it.
mirror mirror.
at times, i do come across as an egoistic attention-whore.
in my ideal little world that i would create for myself in my idealised little head, i would be most happy to call a spade a spade, and say everything i feel, and i would have no qualms not hiding my emotions, and not keeping my thoughts to myself.
but much as i hate being made to hide my thoughts, opinions, and emotions, i generally try to be socially-congruent, to the best extent i can.
and that might be good, cause there are the worse of times when there’s no filter between my brain and my gap.
in any case, should push come to shove, i’d much rather be misunderstood as an egomaniac than a hypocrite.
title & registration
the voyager makes a triumphant return, a weary smile plastered on his young, wrinkled face. at times he misses being out at sea so much wished he had never come back.
and at some others, he wished he had never ever gone.
we used to call it ‘love’
the wounds have healed, more or less. i’d rather think it more than less. but there is the rare night when i’m still not sure.
and as i convalesce, every aching wound, will cauterise and bruise.
and the scars remain, each one with a story of its own.
leave right now.
even if he stays,
the sheer pain of knowing that super frankie lampard will still leave anyway next year makes me want him to go.
right now.
soul meets body
i do believe it’s true,
that there are roads left in both of our shoes.
if the silence takes you then i hope it takes me too.
