life for sale
A RESTAURANT manager who wrongfully restrained a Thai sex worker, who subsequently fell to her death from the ninth-floor parapet, was given the maximum fine of $500 on Thursday…
Mr Christopher Bridges said his client had moved out of the flat to stay in a rented room. He said Anthony had paid $5,000 to the woman’s husband as a sign of his deep regret and remorse over the whole incident.
Anthony could have been jailed for up to one month and fined.
WHAT?! $500?!?!?!?!?!?! and deep regret yeah, $5,000?!?!?!?!?!
:/
sometimes i feel like the only cab on the road
i witnessed a traffic accident for the first time today. and whatever i’ve seen on tv now seems to be kittens at play. the screech of the struggling, inadequate brakes was louder, the sound of the crash and crumpling metal more full-bodied than imagined. and the engine smoke. not a pleasant sight.
and only one of them (the car driver) managed to get out of his seat to swear and curse. i stood for a while and saw no sign of the cabbie.
as i sit at my desk with my nice packet of a new flavour of kettle chips (it’s called ’sweet onion’ by the way), my thoughts go out to that cabbie who, if he survives (oh god please survive), will almost surely lose his job, and who will have to pay up for his own medical bills, damage to his cab and whatever damage to the other car which the owner’s insurance can’t cover.
whatever it is the cabbie is gonna be hung out to dry, and it angers me (i think i am entitled to get personal now that i’ve seen it for myself) that the cabbies are being sent out to work for quite frankly pathetic sums of money, in machines that are at least 15 years old (i got that from a cabbie). how often are these oldies serviced, i wonder. and little wonder few cabbies want to switch to a newer cab when it’s the cabbies themselves who will largely bear the brunt of upgrading (we pay 20 cents more at flag-down for a hyundai cab).
-shrugs-
rah
i’m not working nearly as hard as i did last sem. and i don’t think i can do nearly as well as i did last sem. there might be a logical link perhaps.
one word is all i need
USING ONLY ONE WORD! It’s not as easy as you might think! Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It’s really hard to only use one word answers.
1. Where is your cell phone? table
2. Your significant other? nonexistent
3. Your hair? lohawk (long mohawk)
4. Your favorite thing? money
5. Your dream last night? lovely
6. Your favorite drink? beer
7. Your dream/goal? townhouse
8. What room you are in? bedroom
9. Your hobby? lazing
10. Your fear? inadequacy
11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? successful
12. Where were you last night? bed
13. Muffins? chocolate
14. Wish list item? money
15. Where you grew up? singapore
16. Last thing you did? type
17. What are you wearing? tee
18. Your TV? old
19. Your pets? none
20. Friends? disparate
21. Your life? ordinary
22. Your mood? bored
23. Missing someone? yeah
24. Car? minicooper
25. Something you’re not wearing? bra
26. Your favorite store? zara
27. Your favorite color? blue
28. When is the last time you laughed? today
29. Last time you cried? artscamp
30. Who will resend this? dunno
31. One place that I go to over and over? school
32. One person who emails me regularly? facebook
33. Favorite place to eat? sushi-tei
there’s a ghost in the arcade
there are things in life, like a boomerang, that you know you can’t let go without having it smack you back in the face real hard if you haven’t got your best hold over it. i’ve contrived, somehow, to throw things away all my life, and they hit me when i’m least well-placed to receive.
they say once bitten, twice shy. but get bitten a dozen more times and you learn to show off your scars with bristling joy. before you, die. but then again we all do.
things are totally good now. really. maybe just for now. but really.
tell me have you seen the girl i met just once before
if i only knew your name i’d go from door to door
bearing a withered rose
i heard a rumour
there has to be something that explains his melancholy, the surface of which he’s only barely begun to gleam. in his own head, he knows he’s just too much of a coward to face the heart of this blueness that is slowly, though not surely, sapping the life out of him. he can get out of this.
if he wants to.
rant
ralphlauren.com made me pay $59 for not being american. imperialists.
ex-microsoft boss tries his hand at troubleshooting
title aside, i am all for and applaud bill gates doing his bit to save the world!
LONG BEACH, California (AFP) – Microsoft founder turned disease-battling philanthropist Bill Gates loosed mosquitoes at an elite Technology, Entertainment, Design (TED) Conference to make a point about the deadly sting of malaria.
“Malaria is spread by mosquitoes,” Gates said while opening a jar onstage at a gathering known to attract technology kings, politicians, and Hollywood stars.
“I brought some. Here I’ll let them roam around. There is no reason only poor people should be infected.”
As he has in travels on behalf of his eponymous charitable foundation, Gates detailed the strides made in dealing with malaria in affluent countries and the need to fight the disease in impoverished nations.
“There is more money put into baldness drugs than into malaria,” Gates quipped, triggering laughter. “Now, baldness is a terrible thing and rich men are afflicted. That is why that priority has been set.”
i was dying inside to hold you
if i have one perfect moment, in one perfect place, i can only hope i find the perfect words.
and the cold hard truth is
first of all, let’s face it. chelsea wouldn’t have beaten liverpool even if we had 13 men, playing like that. i’ve seen better passing from camels with seventeen days worth of food strapped to their backs. and blindfolded.
but still, if that riley guy had any decency at all, he’d look at the replay, see that lampard had got the ball AND alonso had stamped on his shin, admit he had erred, and work to get that red card rescinded. and then retire.
and my oh my stevie G. babe of english football, MBE MoTM MVP MBA PhD H2O ERP IVLE KFC. what the fuck?! smashing the ball into a stricken opponent who’s lying on the floor, two-footed challenge with no contact with the ball, beating the crap out of a deejay cause he didn’t agree with his rotation system. pin-up boy/treasure/pope of english football.
that bosingwa stuck his boot into whowasit’s butt was funny. and that was the most entertained i had been the entire night. and of course, we did get our asses kicked in the end, where it most mattered.
(and the less said about florent malouda, the better)
strange fits of passion i have known
he, of course, can never be sure, but as of now perceives a rising anguish, concurrently truncated and punctuated by strained, unconvincing ventures and a general sense of melancholia. it is possibly a desperate, floundering search for words. words located in their most rightful places, threaded together as simply as possible, words that will sweep them all away.
and away! to wherever away is will everyone else be gone. but alas, when he is with her alone, he might still not find it within himself to make her stay.
away from his flight of fancy he returns. still unable to escape his own silence, he is told that everything will come in its own time and place. just that, as time and place would have it, there is as yet none for him.
