today's papers had a local resident being arrested when he's at home (presumably in his boxers watching the TV or surfing porno website) by the local police because he made some racist comments on his blogs (if he's surfing porn then the police are so lucky to be able to add another charge). As I couldn't blatantly read that piece of article in the office since that is under Home news and media scanning on my part largely, or rather, most exclusively, revolved business articles,all I managed to stael a glance was "The local police raided his home" or something like that.
Yes, apparently, police raiding homes are the norm here in Singapore. Don't you love our sunny country where all the sun goes to waste cos nude tanning is illegal too? I mean, ok, the guy was wrong with his comments on the blog, but raiding his home? Ain't that like so, erm, communist era? It's such news that really makes me wanna get outta here and re-locate. It's also such news that reminds me to keep my blog in check and not be offensive. Because somewhere in novena, the internal security department is religiously monitoring all, and i mean ALL, internt activities.
Anyway, I realised upon googling (doncha love google?) that the said blogger called himself frangrance prince. YES. I am not kidding. It's amazing how people can name themselves in various fanciful words. If I were to have one, i think i'll call myself laddy macbeth...haha, get it?
Kindda like you office's IT system. Apparently, the folks in moi's office all knows I have a blog cos niggy mouthy moi let slipped the info. Ok, I partly wanted to gain more redership too so that I can be like those few star bloggers featured in the papers who earn few extra mooh lahs per month from advertisers. I am poor ok. Need money, and to get money, need exposure. not in the naked way, please.
So, remember what I said bout my office building's men's toilets having a better view than from my office? Well, at least the view from where I am sitted is bleah. I managed to get photos from the men's room. without the men of course, though I am sure some of you out there are disappointed. I am sure my place will be raided if there's a men in the men's room on my photos.
also, an accident happened just below my block and this time, sadly, no fatalities, but still, it was the most dramatic crash in years because depite the dent in the car, the driver was stuck in his seat as the door could not be opened post accident. the first time in the few crashes at this spot that I had seen an ambulance coming down with paramedics. Drama, I like.
But seriously, it just shows how goon some drivers can be. I mean...will it kill to slow down in a heartland?! You're not on the freaking Highway, you know. What's the rush? Ain't it worse now that you're caught in an accident and you do realise that time pst accident will not have happened if you used your brain and judgement to drive more carefully and slowly? Tis is another peeve here that makes me wanna re-locate. And I am not even a driver myself.
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