A Mind of My Own

[via Webshots]

The verdict is out. The Briton who killed 2 people has been sentenced to jail for 24 years. In actual fact, he is to be jailed for 28 years because of the sentences running consecutively. The sentence was “crushing” to both him and his lawyer. Crushing? I won’t use that.

It’s more of a why-the-heck-is-he-jailed-for-killing-two-people-only feeling. 2 lives were lost as a result of some quarrel. Other people get hanged for murder. The murder was with intent. It wasn’t man-slaughter or defence killing. It was delibrate and 24 years of jail is in fact a light sentence for him. He still dare to complain that it was too harsh? The victims were people he knew.

He has a light sentence for killing two people. By right he should be hanged after 40 years of jail. He is lucky that he didn’t get any strokes. I hope that his appeal would result in harsher sentence for him, like 30 more years and 20 strokes of the ratan. He got away with the death sentence only because the promise was made to the down under government who plead for him. He is luckier than the Vietnamese who was hanged for bringing in heroin enough to kill many others. The appeal for the Vietnamese to get off the death sentence failed.

This Briton sure has the backing of top people who are lenient to his killing and intent to dispose of the body. He got away free for 4 years. I don’t understand why they would want to side with him. Life ain’t fair.

We all have been victims of chain letters. It started out with mails when the Internet was not that popular or even known. I had to copy all the words out and add in my name. Silly me, there was nothing to gain and yet something made me do it. Took me a while to stop that nonsense.

Only to start again with emails this time in poly. I didn’t realise it because that email sounded genuine. It wasn’t, it was a hoax and got my mailbox suspended. I never did it again except send chain letter emails to my friends.

The appeal would start out with some sob story and a heart-wrenching photo of a missing child. Apparently, the story are made up and added on with the photos of kids who are innocent looking. I don’t know how they manage to come up with such sob stories and the photos either.

This afternoon, my colleague was analysing the piano teacher story where this kid who goes by the name of Robby, is musically challenged. He managed to play Mozart’s Concerto #21 in C Major and brought the house down at a recital.

This colleague was analysing the feelings of such achievements, what if Robby hadn’t performed that fantastically? Would the teacher still hug him and say, “You’ve done your best.”? I was arguing with that colleague that the story is real. Hence, my search to prove it. This was the second time that I’ve read this story. I bought the sob story twice. I must admit that I was taken in. The story isn’t real. It’s a big, fat hoax!

Now, I ain’t gonna eat my words because the argument wasn’t about it being real. It was about the feelings that seemed to be flawed. I won’t go further into this because I don’t understand why my colleague is so analytical about feelings and emotions.

They help out around the house…

They protect our children …

They look out for the smaller ones …

They show us how to relax …

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The GSS is here and I haven’t really bought new clothes. Maybe some new shoes. And more earrings. 7 new pairs just fresh from yesterday. They vary from 90¢ to $2.90 (3 for $7.50, bargain right? I bought 3 pairs) Maybe when I’m in the mood, I’ll just take the photos and post them up.

Since I was at Best, I decided to take a lot at the sewing machines. The computerised ones just fasinate me because the variety of stitched available just solve the problem of twisting and turning the cloth around. I don’t even have to draw anything on it! However, the cost is a problem. The aunty told us (my mum was with me) that we can trade in our old sewing machine to have further discount of $100. The cost came to about $799. Sounds like an 8-MP digital camera to me.

However, my mum was hesitating because we don’t use the sewing machine much. Well, when the sewing machine works sometimes and fails to work most of the time, I ain’t gonna spend the entire day trying to make it work. The current one was given by my uncle to my mum as part of her dowry. She feels bad to just trade it in. Anther question was that since we don’t use the sewing machine so much, are we going to utilise the new one?

My reply was that we tend to use new stuff more, 新的马桶比较好用 (read in hokkien not literally :D). Since my mum was going to think about it, I might just harp about it for the next few days. Actually, I was prepared to pay for it, just that maybe not the whole price, expensive lei! Still, I think I might just buy it, just think about the range of stitches available!

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THE GEOGRAPHY OF A  WOMAN

Between 18 and 20, a woman is like Africa.  Half discovered, half-wild, naturally beautiful with fertile deltas.

Between 21 and 30, a woman is  like America. Well developed and open to trade, especially for  someone with cash.

Between 31 and 35,  she is like India. Very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.

Between 36 and 40, a woman is  like France. Gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to  visit.

Between 41 and 50, she is like  Yugoslavia. Lost the war, haunted by past mistakes. Massive reconstruction is now necessary.

Between  51 and 60, she is like Russia, Very wide and borders are un-patrolled. The frigid climate keeps people away.

Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Mongolia. A glorious and all conquering past but alas, no future.

After 70, they  become like Afghanistan. Everyone knows where it is,  but no one wants to go there.

THE GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN

Between 15 and 90, a man is like Zimbabwe. Ruled by a dick.

God Saw you hungry & created McDonalds, KFC and Pizza Hut.

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[via Webshots]

A mother and a baby camel were lazing around, and suddenly the baby camel asked ….

Baby: Mother, mother, may I ask you some questions?

Mother: Sure! Why son, is there something bothering you?

Baby: Why do camels have humps?

Mother: Well son, we are desert animals, we need the humps to store water and we are known to survive without water.

Baby: Okay, then why are our legs long and our feet rounded?

Mother: Son, obviously they are meant for walking in the desert. You know with these legs I can move around the desert better than anyone does! Said the mother proudly.

Baby: Okay, then why are our eyelashes long? Sometimes it bothers my sight.

Mother: My son, those long thick eyelashes are your protective cover. They help to protect ur eyes from the desert sand and wind. Said mother camel with eyes brimming with pride….

Baby: I see. So the hump is to store water when we are in the desert, the legs are for walking through the desert and these eye lashes protect my eyes from the desert…… Then what the hell are we doing here in the Zzzoooooo!!!!!!???

MORAL OF THE STORY: Skills, knowledge, abilities and experiences are only useful if you are at the right place (where are you right now???????? )

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
“Love your job but never fall in love with your company, because you never know when the company stops loving you!!!”

ROMANCE MATHEMATICS
Smart man + smart woman = romance
Smart man + dumb woman = affair
Dumb man + smart woman = marriage
Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy

OFFICE ARITHMETIC
Smart boss + smart employee = profit
Smart boss + dumb employee = production
Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion
Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime

SHOPPING MATH
A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs. A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn’t need.

GENERAL EQUATIONS & STATISTICS
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife. A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife canspend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.

HAPPINESS
To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.

LONGEVITY
Married men live longer than single men, but married men are a lot morewilling to die.

PROPENSITY TO CHANGE
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn’t. A man marries a woman expecting that she won’t change, and she does.

DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE
A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after thatis the beginning of a new argument.

HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED:
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribsand cackling, telling me, “You’re next.” They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.

Below is a story sent to me and I find it so appropriate for all of us.
Whether you are married or not, have children or not, do not bring home your problems which you encountered at work.
Smile to your family as they are the ones who you can get support from and the ones who need your support.
So smile and enjoy the very little time you have with them. You probably see them between 6pm-11pm weekday and that's about 4 hours a day or 20 hours a week on weekdays. Include the weekends, say 12 hours each for Saturday and Sunday, that will only be 48 hours a week. It will be very sad for all of us to have to spend only 2 full days a week to frown at their sight.
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The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tyre made him lose an hour of work,his electric saw quit and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start.

While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.

On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked towards the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.

When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. As we passed the tree, my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

"Oh that's my trouble tree", he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again. "Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick them, there ain't nearly as many as I remembered hanging up the night before".

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Morale of the story

1. Always Smile & The Whole World Will Smile With You Too!!!
2. Do not bring your work problems home.
3. Tomorrow is another day it will bring new opportunities, as long as you have given your best for the day, you have peace of mind.

It may be funny but on the other hand, it seems that these two old couple are commiting adultery. Now, most would have end up divorcing.