Ladies; Please Read! II

Another chain mail, this time from Ruth. I have no idea how true this is, but hey. Stay safe.

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Sent: Wednesday, March 21, 2007 7:58 PM
Subject: News from Ampang Gleneagles Hospital

Dear all,

Important news to pass it on…. Please spare 1 minute and read on…

News from Gleneagles Hospital (Ampang) URGENT!!

Seven women have died after inhaling a free perfume sample that was mailed to them. The product was poisonous. If you receive free samples in the mail such as lotions, perfumes, diapers etc. THROW THEM AWAY. The government is afraid that this might be another terrorist act. They will not announce it on the news because they do not want to create panic or give the terrorists new ideas.

Send this to all your friends and family members.

Warmest Regards,
Meiling
Gleneagles Hospital Limited
Human Resource Department
Tel: 6470 3474

Quiet Musings, V

Do you know? It’s really quite relieving to just let the tears loose and bawl your eyes out. I realised this truth once more when I took up one of my unread novels and started reading through. Ended up with red eyes, a mountain of tissues, and a light-heavy head after 3 hours of slow reading.

Thank goodness I didn’t start reading that on the plane, or anywhere else with loads of people. It would have been… for short of a better word… embarrassing. Imagine a distraught person fumbling for a tissue why trying not to stop reading, and swearing when tears obscured their vision. Not very sane or rational at all!!

But, emotional and physical draining aside, reading was very cartharthic for me. Very, very soothing, and very destressing. Mayhap compounded by the fact that I haven’t been able to read in peace for any stretch of time for months??

Anyway, after that, in my post-reading daze, I started pondering (again).

Is it a mark of expertise when an author manages to integrate her readers into the story to the extent that they breathe with her characters and laugh with her characters and cry with them groan with them worry for them etc?

Or rather, is it not?

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What is it in books and stories that make us want to cry, or laugh, or shake our heads, or have to stifle urges to tear it into pieces? What is it about certain scenes that make us anticipate certain other happenings?

Conditioning? Past experience? Perceptual sets? …or, a mixture of all?

Hmmm… any input?

(Still too dazed to think coherently. Forgive this crazy post, please.)

Ladies; Please Read! I

Just passing the below around since it’s a bit… obligatory. Thanks to JeanJing for mailing it to me!!

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FYI! Anyone can confirm this?
Women’s Rights (PLS READ!!!)
Something for us to know…..

I was talking with a lawyer friend of mine. We were discussing the law and women’s rights. She told me about this incident  - a young girl was raped by a man posing as a plain clothes officer ; he asked her to follow him to the police station when she and her male friend didn’t have a driver’s license to show when stopped. He sent the boy off to get his license and asked the girl to accompany him to the police station. but instead of going to the station, he took her instead to an isolated area where the horrendous crime was then committed.

Did you know?

In fact, Malaysian law clearly states that between 6 pm and 6am , a woman has the right to REFUSE to go to the Police Station, even if an arrest warrant has been issued against her. It is a procedural issue that a woman can be arrested between 6pm and 6 am, ONLY if she is arrested by a woman officer and taken to an ALL WOMEN police station. And if she is arrested by a male officer, it has to be proven that a woman officer was on duty at the time of arrest.

It is good for us to know our rights. To what extent it comes to be of use remains to be seen in any situation. But as they say, knowledge is power.

Just thought I`d share this with you.

I did not know this and am sure that a lot of us will not know this either – please be informed…. And pass on this info to all whom you know. You never know when you’ll help some other poor soul from heartache and worse.