Meet your Meat

Meet your Meat – this is what you eat

Reasons to become vegetarian

The video that all meat-eaters should watch and every vegetarian should own, “Meet Your Meat”, narrated by Alec Baldwin, covers each stage of life of animals raised for food. No PETA videos are copyrighted, so copy them for everyone you know.

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“Meet Your Meat,” PETA’s hard-hitting exposé of America’s factory farms and slaughterhouses, documents the lives and deaths of the 10 billion chickens, turkeys, pigs, and cows killed for our plates each year. Although PETA’s undercover investigations have documented sadistic abuses time and time again, this eye-opening documentary focuses only on what is standard and legal for factory farms and slaughterhouses to do to animals.

In addition to routine abuses, every time investigators enter farms and slaughterhouses, they unearth shocking cruelty that’s outside the realm of normal practices for raising and killing animals for food. Investigations at a pig farm in North Carolina, a turkey farm in Minnesota, duck farms across the United States, and a chicken slaughterhouse in West Virginia have documented sadistic abuse so extreme that it would make any kind person lose his or her lunch.

The one common link among all these videos is that they document the reality of the meat industry: Intelligent, sensitive animals are abused in ways that would warrant felony cruelty-to-animals charges if dogs or cats were the victims.

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA), with more than 2.0 million members and supporters, is the largest animal rights organization in the world.

PETA focuses its attention on the four areas in which the largest numbers of animals suffer the most intensely for the longest periods of time: on factory farms, in laboratories, in the clothing trade, and in the entertainment industry. We also work on a variety of other issues, including the cruel killing of beavers, birds and other “pests,” and the abuse of backyard dogs.

PETA works through public education, cruelty investigations, research, animal rescue, legislation, special events, celebrity involvement, and protest campaigns.

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Small Vehicles, Massive Loads

Small Vehicles, Massive Loads

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Treasures of the Ancient World Carved Into Rock

Treasures of the Ancient World Carved Into Rock

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image: Alexander Shap

For almost 2600 years from 1280 BCE to the 12 and 13th century CE, rock-cut architecture was all the rage from the Far East and Orient, to Africa and the Middle East. It is the practice of creating buildings by carving solid rock, preferably from the top down. Unlike caves and other natural rock crevices, rock-cut architecture is all man-made. Follow us while we take a tour of tombs and cave dwellings carved into rocks around the world.

Probably the earliest rock-cut structures were the two massive Abu Simbel rock temples in southern Egypt. Pharaoh Ramses II had them carved out of the mountainside in the 13th century BCE as an intimidating monument to himself and his queen Nefertari. The intricate details and huge structures took more than 20 years to carve.

The two Abu Simbel rock temples today:

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The impressive entrance to the Great Sun Temple of Ramses II:

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What we see today is not the original environment because in the 1960s the whole complex was moved up to an artificial hill above the Aswan High Dam reservoir at a cost of $40 million. The complex move was necessary to avoid flooding of the temple structures after the creation of Lake Nasser, a huge water reservoir, constructed after the erection of the dam.

The original location of Abu Simbel (underwater) shown at the Aswan Museum:

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The Nabataeans, an ancient Semitic people who inhabited what is now Jordan, extended the rock-cutting tradition from around 600 BCE to 300 CE. Their most famous structure is Al Khazneh or “The Treasury” in Arabic, known to movie buffs from the 1989 film India Jones and the Last Crusade and others.

The magnificent entrance to Al Khazneh:

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Al Kazneh was carved into the reddish sandstone typical for the region between 100 BCE and 200 CE. The Greek-influenced temple is flanked by two burial chambers on either side. Unfortunately, many of the architectural details have eroded since.

The Lycians of southern Anatolia in what is now Turkey built hundreds of rock-cut tombs in the 5th century BCE. The most famous are the rock-cut tombs in Dalyan on Turkey’s south-west coast.

The Dalyan rock tombs:

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Unlike the Abu Simbel temple complex they were influenced by, these tombs are facades rather than elaborate structures extending further inside the rock. However, the way they merge with the cliff face is truly impressive.

In perfect harmony with nature:

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Speaking of impressive – the Lycian League, a federation of ancient cities in the region of Lycia, was the world’s first federation guided by democratic principles. They even went on to influence the United States Constitution.

In India, there is a greater variety and quantity of rock-cut architecture than anywhere else. Indian rock-cut architecture is mostly religious in nature as caves are considered sacred, regardless of whether they are natural or man-made. The earliest rock-cut structures date back to the 3rd to 2nd century BCE and were built by Buddhist monks. Unlike the Egyptian and Turkish examples above, these structures were not tombs or monuments but actual living spaces with kitchens, living areas, sleeping quarters and monastic spaces.

The Bhaja Caves near Lonavala in Maharashtra date back to 200 BCE:

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The impressive main prayer hall:

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That the Karla Caves just a few kilometers away are stylistically similar is no coincidence as both cave complexes are situated along the same important ancient trade route connecting the Arabian Sea with the Deccan mountains. The Karla Caves were constructed just a few decades later and are believed to have been completed in 160 BCE.

Don’t miss the people on the left to get a feeling for the size:

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The remarkable interior of the Karla Caves:

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Interesting to note in this context is the connection between Buddhist monks and traders and therefore the spiritual with the commercial. Buddhist missionaries used to accompany traders on busy international trade routes through India and the merchants, in turn, funded or even commissioned elaborate cave temple complexes that also offered lodging for traveling traders.

As rock-cut architecture blossomed in India, cave interiors became more elaborate and surfaces were often decorated with paintings. The sophisticated Ellora Caves 30 km from Aurangabad, also in the state of Maharashtra, mark a high point towards the end of the rock-cutting period.

Part of the Ellora Caves, hewn into the Charanandri Hills:

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The 34 caves belonging to the complex were built between the 5th and 10th century CE and contain 17 Hindu caves, 12 Buddhist ones and 5 Jain caves; rather temples and monasteries than caves. The Buddhist caves were the earliest, constructed between the 5th and 7th century, then came the Hindu caves in the 7th century followed by the Jain temples.

Ellora from above:

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Unique to Ellora is the fact that unlike the previous examples of rock-cut architecture we have seen, these caves do not simply consist of a facade plus an interior, but are complete three-dimensional buildings created by carving away the hillside. Needless to say that they required several generations of planning, coordination and labour to complete.

The spectacular monolithic Kailash or Kalaisanatha Temple is the last true Indian rock-cut structure. Later architecture became almost fully structural in nature and temples were free standing, made from bricks cut out of the rock rather than hewn into it.

Ellora’s Kailash Temple:

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Together with coveted merchandise, rock-cutting skills travelled eastwards along popular trade routes like the North Silk Road where they reached China. Hundreds of rock-cut caves with statues of Buddha were built between 450 and 525 CE. Among the most famous ones are the Longment Grottoes in China’s Henan province. Like the Ellora Caves, they are a UNESCO World Heritage Site today.

The Longmen Grottoes and Mt. Longmen as seen from the Manshui Bridge:

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The Longmen grotto complex contains 2345 caves and niches, 2800 inscriptions, 43 pagodas and over 100,000 Buddhist images collected over various Chinese dynasties.

Giant Boddhisatvas in the main grotto; see the visitor’s head at the bottom for size:

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The Yungang Grottoes near Datong in the province of Shanxi are remarkable because of their many colourful Buddhist paintings and murals. All in all, the complex consists of 252 grottoes and more than 51,000 Buddha statues and statuettes. The first period of carving started around 460 CE under the supervision and with the support of the imperial court. It ended with the move of the court in 494 CE after which private patrons took over for funding and other support.

Buddha statues in various sizes and well-preserved wall paintings:

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Outside the grottoes:

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Also on the Silk Road are the Mogao Caves in China’s Gansu province. They are best known for their stunning and well-preserved Buddhist art that spans a period of 1,000 years from 366 CE onwards. A vast collection of scriptures was discovered in the early 1900s.

The Mogao Caves, hewn into the rock:

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The true beauty of the grottoes is revealed inside where visitors can admire well-preserved paintings from the 10th century. To keep it that way, photography is not allowed. The 10th-century mural below depicting Tang Dynasty monastic architecture from Mount Wutai was scanned from Patricia Ebrey’s book Cambridge Illustrated History of China (1999).

A painting of the Mount Wutai monasteries in Cave 61:

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Last but not least, we’re travelling to Africa for our final example of rock-cut architecture. Lalibela in Ethiopea is the site of 11 rock-cut churches built during the reign of Lalibela in the 12th and 13th century, now a UNESCO World heritage site. The most famous one is the Church of St. George or Bete Giyorgis in Amharic, often referred to as the “Eighth Wonder of the World.”

Bete Giyorgis in Lalibela:

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The monolithic church was carved out of solid rock and takes up a 25 x 25 x 30 m area in the shape of a cross. It is said to be the most finely executed and best preserved of the 11 churches.

Like a cross:

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Image: Jialiang Gao

Of course there are many more sites of rock-cut structures than the ones portrayed here but the ones above are a good starting point for anyone wanting to trace the roots of this important architectural period further. Have you been to any other places with rock-cut architecture? We’d love to know.

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The Terrifying Truth About Jellyfish

The Terrifying Truth About Jellyfish
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Alexandra Roberts

Like a creative flourish from God’s paintbrush, they are a dash of colour on the high seas, bringing both beauty and death wherever they go. Largely ignored by science for decades – outside of the Far East they’re not commonly eaten, and so of little commercial interest – these poorly-understood creatures have recently been in the news for all the wrong reasons. Unexplained swarms of these enigmatic invertebrates have been causing trouble in Hawaii, Spain and Northern Ireland. Scientists have begun asking questions about jellyfish, and the answers may just undermine what we think we know about the origins of diversity on earth…

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Matteo Tarenghi

Jellies and comb jellies have recently reminded us that almost anything we think we know about evolution is apt to be overturned at a moments’ notice. Creation ’scientists’ must be rejoicing. Comb-jellies (like the one below) are not true jellyfish, as they lack stinging cells. They’re members of the group ctenophora. But even true jellyfish continue to muddy our simple, logical ideas about evolutionary succession.

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Courtesy: National Science Foundation

See, according to their morphology, jellyfish are simple animals. They’ve no ‘front’ end, so they function perfectly well from any angle. They lack the central layer of embryonic tissue found in higher animals that develops into muscles, but they do have rudimentary eyes and nervous systems. In the traditional evolutionary tree, these features place them neatly between sponges and bilaterans (creatures with a front and back, like us). Later, when animals became bilateral, they were able to develop specific organs for different parts of the body, and this gave rise to the incredible increase in diversity known as the ‘Cambrian explosion’. But when things fit together that neatly, you know it’s too good to be true.

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Christopher Chan

It turns out that jellyfish are more complex than was previously thought. They do in fact possess the genes that program for a front-to-back axis, they simply don’t utilize them. Either that, or these genes are being used to specialize their brains in some incredibly subtle way. This may mean that cnidarians (the group that includes jellyfish) are in fact descended from more complex, bilateral animals, and secondarily adopted their simpler shape! So while a common ancestor of cnidarians did plug the link between sponges and bilaterans (and there are ideas about what that animal may have been), the cnidarians themselves have continued to evolve until they became the jellyfish we know today.

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Kyle Tsui

For us humans, the most unsettling part is that these genes are the same as those present in all vertebrates. So some of the ‘advances’ usually attributed to vertebrate body form may in fact be much older…
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This comb jelly is a new species found recently off the coast of Tasmania. Copyright Martin George, QVMAG. Used with Permission.

However these findings are interpreted, we can no longer accept that cnidarians are an evolutionary relic. They are in fact highly evolved to take advantage of their habitat and the ‘higher’ animals within it, as their ability to kill all kinds of vertebrates (including humans) demonstrates. Soft-bodied animals don’t leave fossils easily, and their exact phylogeny is always controversial. The terrifying truth about jellyfish is that they mess up our established ideas about evolution, and show us how much we have left to learn.

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Change of Heart

Change of Heart
By Muriel J. Bussman

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When our youngest sister was born sixty years ago, my little brother was six and I was eight. I had always been the “Big Sister” and he had always been “The Baby.”

Our sister’s arrival was a complete surprise to both of us. In those days no one worried much about sibling rivalry, and no “experts” told us how to deal with another child in the house. We had wise and loving grandparents, however.

I was thrilled about the baby and loved to hold her and help care for her. My brother’s feelings were quite different! He looked at her briefly and left, preferring to spend the evening in his room. When I went to his room to talk to him and try to get him to play games with me, he just looked away.

“Why did they have to go and get that old baby?”

Later that night, Grandpa came over to see the new baby. As he held her, he said to my brother, “You know, she’s a lot like that lamb I’m raising on the bottle. I have to take care of her and feed her often, just the way your Mama does with the baby.”

My brother said, “I’d rather have the lamb” under his breath, but just loud enough for Grandpa to hear.

Even though Grandpa seemed pretty old to me (at least fifty, I figured), he could hear very well, and he heard my brother’s muttered comment.

“Well,” said Grandpa, “if you’d rather have a lamb, maybe we could trade. I’ll give you a day to think it over, and if you still want to trade tomorrow, we’ll do it.”

I thought I saw him wink at Mama, but I knew I must have been mistaken because Grandpa never winked at anyone.

After Grandpa left, Mama asked my brother if he wanted her to read to him. He cuddled up beside her, and she read to him for a long while.

He kept looking at the baby, and Mama asked him to hold his little sister while she went to get a diaper. When Mama came back, my brother was gently touching the baby’s smooth black hair, and as he held her hand, she grasped his finger.

“Mama, look! She’s holding my hand!” “Sure, she knows you’re her big brother,” Mama smiled. He held the baby for a few more minutes, and he seemed much happier at bedtime. Grandpa came back the next evening as he had promised and called my brother to talk to him.

“Well, are you ready to trade the baby for a lamb?”

My brother looked surprised that Grandpa had remembered the bargain.

“She’s worth two lambs now.”

Grandpa seemed to be taken aback at this breach of contract. He said that he’d have to think it over and would be back the next night to talk about it.

The next day was a Saturday, and my brother and I spent much of the day indoors watching the baby have her bath, watching her sleep and holding her. My brother held her three more times that day. He looked worried when Grandpa came to see us that evening and called him over to talk.

“You know, I’ve thought about that baby-and-lamb trade all day, and you really do drive a hard bargain. I’ve decided, though, that the baby is probably worth two lambs. I think we can do business.”

My brother hesitated very briefly before answering Grandpa. “She’s a whole day older now, and I think she’s worth five lambs.”

Grandpa looked shocked, and he slowly shook his head.

“I don’t know. I’ll have to go home and give your offer some serious thought. Maybe I’ll have to talk it over with my banker.”

Grandpa left soon after, and my brother seemed worried. I tried to get him to play some games with me, but he went to Mama’s room and held the baby for a long time.

The next day, Sunday, Grandpa came to visit us in the early afternoon. He told my brother he had come early because if he had to round up five lambs and get a room ready for the baby, he’d need an early start.

My brother took a deep breath, looked Grandpa squarely in the eye and made an announcement.

“The baby is worth fifty lambs now!”

Grandpa looked at him in disbelief and shook his head.

“I’m afraid the deal’s off. I can’t afford fifty lambs for one little baby. I guess you’ll have to keep her and help your parents take care of her.”

My brother turned away with a little smile he didn’t know I saw, and this time I really did see Grandpa wink at Mama.

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Begin at the Beginning

Begin at the Beginning
By Lola De Julio De Maci

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I had always wanted to go back to school. And one day, thirty years later, I did. I don’t know what gave me the guts to do it, other than a burning desire to finish something I had started years ago. When the day came to register, I was terrified and got cold feet.

“I decided that I’m not going back to school,” I told my family. “I don’t really want this after all. I’m going to forget about it.”

My daughter, who was a freshman in college at the time, sensed my apprehension. “Mom,” she pleaded, “you’ve wanted to do this all your life. I’ll go with you to register; I’ll even stand in line for you.” And that she did.

I had dropped out of college in my senior year, and now it was like starting all over again. I didn’t know where to start. As chance would have it, in one of the first textbooks I opened as “an older returning student,” I came across a quote by Lewis Carroll (from his books, Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass): “Begin at the beginning,” the King said gravely, “and go on till you come to the end; then stop.” My sentiments exactly, Mr. Carroll. Thank you.

But it had been a long time since I had “cracked a book.” I studied sometimes eight hours a day, forgetting to eat lunch or feed the goldfish. My husband and I would have to make dates (only on weekends) in order to see one another, and at times I felt guilty for choosing to spend an hour in the library and then having to make dinner from a box.

When my graduation day finally arrived, I was ecstatic. Not only was I fulfilling a lifelong dream, but my daughter was also graduating – on the same day. We had a mother-daughter celebration with family and friends, proudly displaying our newly acquired bachelor of arts degrees. I have never been so proud of my daughter. And when my daughter stood next to me at picture-taking time, our black robes melding into one, I could tell that she was very proud of her mother.

Shortly after graduation, I attained teaching credentials. And because I loved to learn and found teaching to be one of the best avenues to learning, I decided to continue my studies and go for a master of arts degree in education and creative writing. It was an excellent choice. I loved teaching, and I loved writing. With a degree in interdisciplinary studies, I could combine the two.

Graduate school was exhausting and overwhelming at times. I cut my hair short and got the first permanent of my life so that I wouldn’t have to bother with setting my hair. I learned to make a two-hour spaghetti sauce rather than my usual six-hour one and learned that I could live without my nightly rendezvous with Ted Danson from Cheers.

The next two years flew by, but it wasn’t easy. At one point, I came home from school, threw my books on the kitchen counter, and announced to my family, “I’m quitting! I’ve had it!” After crying for a couple of hours and talking it over, I realized I had come too far to quit now. I had run the race well, and I was tired. I decided I would take one day at a time, resting along the sidelines.

I was in my final quarter of graduate school with only one class left to take when I was diagnosed with cancer. Cancer? Was I going to die? Would I have to leave my children before I wanted to? Would I be able to finish school?

A couple of days later, shaken and apprehensive, I appeared at my professor’s door, leaving a puddle of tears and broken dreams on his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “We can work something out.”

“But I have to go to Los Angeles for seven weeks of radiation therapy and won’t be able to come to class.” He suggested that I do my work in Los Angeles and send it to him through the mail. We could keep in touch by telephone.

“And don’t give up,” he said adamantly. “I have never met a student with so much determination. You are the kind of student teachers come to school for. And you have to use that same determination to fight this thing.”

I promised him I would finish my schoolwork, and I would fight for my life. The kitchen table in my apartment in Los Angeles became my desk for the next seven weeks. I went for my treatment across the street then returned to my apartment and kitchen table to study and write my papers. I mailed my completed assignments from a post office nearby.

Right before Christmas, I graduated with honors and a master of arts degree in education and English. My graduation day was special for a lot of reasons. I had finished my radiation treatments and had finished my schoolwork. My husband and my children, along with my mother, sister and brother, were in the audience of the auditorium when they called my name and handed me my diploma. My eyes met theirs, and I wanted to shout, “Hey! Look at me! I did it!” After I passed my tassel to the left side of my cap from the right, I waved to them like I was royalty. Queen Elizabeth had nothing on me!

As I write this piece, I am three years clean of cancer. I take each day and live it, keeping my promise to my professor and to myself to fight for my life. I have lived to see my daughter become a teacher and my son graduate from college with a degree in psychology. Talk about pride!

And still today, I continue my own journey down the avenue of learning. I learn something new every day from my students who sit in front of me with questioning faces. They are my greatest teachers. I have taught many children in these past three years and have prayed daily that I have touched their lives as they have touched mine.

And in my quiet times, I can take a pen in my hand and write my thoughts and feelings on a clean sheet of paper, something I’ve loved to do since I was a child. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

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Singapore woman whacks male friend below the belt with high heeled shoe

Woman whacks male friend below the belt with high heeled shoe

Thu, Aug, 2009

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A woman was seen hitting a man, who we can only assume to be her boyfriend, in the groin repeatedly with her shoe and he just stood there taking the hits without retaliating. She was seen standing outside a white Lexus, whacking him over and over again!

She hits him unforgivingly below the belt three times. Then she smashes her heeled shoe into his face in a fit of rage. After she’s done with the shoe, she uses her bare hands to grab and yank him below the belt.

The woman seemed unconcerned about her surroundings. Without checking if anybody was watching, she meted out her punishment harshly.

While we can see her furiously yelling at him, the passerby who took the video could not catch much on audio. We can only assume,this guy committed a very serious ‘offence’ that warrants this sort of punishment from whom we assume to be his girlfriend.

The Stomp contributor who alerted us to this incident said she was pounding him and there was a traffic jam as a result of the scene this couple created. The traffic jam is not caught in these videos. Click on the links below to view them.

Says netizen Jiulongzi, “It is sad that people do not know how to behave or react to problems, they just vent at anytime they want.”

新加坡 ? 被野蠻女友當街用鞋砸下體 ? 懦弱男竟是公司董事

(新加坡)被野蠻女友當街用高跟鞋猛砸下體的男子,原來是一間房地產公司的董事!
早前報導,一名20多歲女郎,在停車場當眾用高跟鞋猛砸男友下體,還以鞋跟摑打男友的臉,甚至用手捏男友下體。整個過程被人拍下影像上載到網站,引起網友熱烈討論。
這對情侶的友人撥打《晚報》熱線爆料,透露這名被網友狠批的男友,原來是一家國際知名房地產經紀公司的新加坡辦事處董事。
友人說,由於他的業績出色,幾乎每年都登上10大經紀排行榜,因此擢升得很快,才41歲就任職部門董事,管理100多名房地產經紀。
人長得帥很有女人緣“他是公司的風雲人物,人長得帥。
他開名車,住公寓,很有女人緣。”友人表示,男子離過婚,育有一名女兒,和影像中的“野蠻女友”交往了兩年。
友人透露,野蠻女友與男友年級相差20歲,曾在同一間房地產公司工作。
“野蠻女友目前約21歲,兩年前在男友的房地產公司擔任柜台服務員,但由於愛穿低胸裝,打扮過於性感,人事部屢勸不聽,結果她沒有通過試用期就離開公司了。”
“她好像考獲N水準文憑,據瞭解,她離開公司後就一直靠男友過活,兩人在一起應該已有兩年了。”
男子同事議論紛紛
當眾被打的影像上網後,男子的同事議論紛紛,他則躲避媒體。
記者週六(8月29日)到男子任職的房地產公司詢問,一名同事表示他沒有上班,也不清楚他幾時會進辦公室。
記者也嘗試聯絡男子,但他的手機不是關機就是沒人接聽,記者傳短訊給他也沒有收到回復。

星洲日報/國際?2009.08.30

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15 Most Creative Beds

15 Most Creative Beds

Magnetic Floating Bed

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Designed by Dutchman Janjaap Ruijssenaars, this magnetic floating bed has enough magnets to keep 900 kilograms (1,984 pounds) floating in the air. To make sure that the bed doesn’t float away because of hard wind or weird movements, it’s tethered to the walls by four cables. Technically, the magnetic floating bed is for sale, but at a price of 1.2 million euros ($1.53 million), you’re not likely to find it in your local mattress store.

Hamburger Bed

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Haven’t you ever wanted to curl up inside a juicy hamburger? No? Well, too bad. The Internet loves hamburgers and therefore the glorious Hamburger Bed has over 1,000 fans on Facebook and a sesame seed duvet.

NapShell, an egg-like bed

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You might not have realized you needed a power-napping bed – but once you have seen this futuristic creation by Napshell you’ll feel your life is totally incomplete without it. Ergonomically designed to be good for your back and spine, the Napshell bed’s super comfy shaped mattress will fit a wide range of body types and heights. Visual and acoustic elements within the bed make instant, deep relaxation possible at the press of a button. Complete with LED lights, MP3 player and sound proof walls, the Napshell is a busy businessperson’s ultimate dream come true.

Molecular Bed

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Made of 120 sofa balls covered with elastic fabric, the Feel Seating System designed by Animi Causa has a really unusual shape. It is inspired by a molecular structure, the basic form for all objects is the universe. If you are a playful person you can use it in many creative ways, because the structure of the feel allows to create multiple forms.

Fantasy Coach, A fairytale bed

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Wave your magic wand and this carriage may appear to make your little princess’ dreams come true. This fanciful coach bed is the most extraordinary children’s bed we’ve ever seen. Handcrafted in England of wood and fiberglass, the oval shaped interior measures just over 6 ft. in diameter. Construction and delivery time on this piece is over 6 months. The bar is set with this magnificent piece; it simply has no equal outside of fairy tales. Linens and interior options priced upon request. The price of a dream come true? $47,000.

Cosmovoide Bed

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We spend around a third of our lives asleep… but that can’t justify spending $60,000 on a bed, can it? The makers of Cosmovoide think it can. Their luxury bed is shaped like an egg (to either give you Morkian dreams, or wrap you up in cozy cosmic harmony or some such nonsense), has hammock-like suspending springs, seven rainbow-colored LEDs, a telephone, and a DVD/home theater set-up including a TV at its foot. Most fascinating? Its twin “electric relaxation bed frames,” which just get the mind boggling. That price is the base model, by the way: it’s customizable, according to its french manufacturers.

Quantum Sleeper, the “anti-terrorist” bed

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The Quantum Sleeper is a bed that hermetically seals itself as you sleep to protect you from Bio-Chemical terrorist attack, natural disaster, kidnappers/stalkers and affords Bulletproof ‘Saferoom’ protection.” It also has one-way mirrors so intruders can watch themselves futilely try to get in while you sit inside and call the police on your mobile, shortwave or CB radio. You can cower in style with the optional CD and DVD players and microwave oven. The price of protection? 160,000 dollars.

Private Cloud, the rocking bed

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The Private Cloud, designed by Manuel Kloker, is a patented rocking frame for a bed that moves back and forth like a rocking chair. It sells for an average of about $6,800 depending on the size ordered, without the mattress.

The Scoop!

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Designed by Guido Rosati for Saba Italia, Scoop! is a sophisticated and innovative answer to the demand for combinig the sofa function with the bed function. The two semi-circular sides of the bed can be separated resulting two new pieces of furniture. This bed is a great way to surprise your guests, and also you can be proud to have a stylish contemporary bed and two sofa’s in the same time.

The Computer Bed

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The computer bed is a normal bed which makes an intelligent use of the space below the bed. The gas pistons enable the bed to double up as a computer table. Invented by European designer Lino’s son Francesco, this twin model comes with a reinforced metal frame in your choice of several different kinds of wood. Prices start at $3650.

The Sonic Bed

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The sonic bed is a king-size bed with 12-channel surround sound. It may look like a wooden tank from the outside, but inside its got enough speakers to dwarf any home theater set up. Created by Kaffe Matthews as a museum exhibit (no plans for retail as of yet), the bed requires 220 volts of electricity and covers every inch of your body in sound.

The Lomme Bed

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According to the product copy, owners of Lomme Beds will benefit from state of the art light and sound therapy, which remove outside disturbances and “allow you to wake naturally feeling refreshed and full of energy.”

BedUP, the Ceiling Bed

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Coming from the house of Decadrages, the designer BedUP model offers you a perfect comfort level without occupying much space. Suspended from the ceiling, this novel furniture piece can be accommodated in 4 sq mt space of your apartment. By day, the bed is stored on the ceiling, the under-surface becomes ceiling with the possibility of integrating lighting. At night, the bed can come down in the manner of an elevator and stops at the height previously requested, thus avoiding moving furniture that would have been placed underneath it.

The Hanging Bed

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Created by italian designer Andrea Lucatello, the bed is not actually hanging but, it does looks like floating on the floor. The Hanging Bed comes in two sizes, the Queen European King and Double and many colors. The gorgeous bed sells for almost $5,500 excluding the mattresses.

Coffin Bed

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The Casket Furniture Company designed a bed for those who wants to know the feeling of sleeping in a coffin. According to their site, this ‘long awaited’ item can be yours for only a little over $4,000. It’s constructed of Solid Pine with a removable top and bottom and adorned with a handmade metal cross and gothic pall bearer handles. Finished with an ebony stain and lacquer with a burgandy velvet interior. Disturbingly, their site also indicated ‘locks and latches’ are available at an added price.

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爱的力量 (之一)

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人类在探索太空,征服自然后,将会发现自己还有一股更大的能力,那就是爱的力量,当这天来临时,人类文明将迈向一个新的纪元。——“法”夏尔丹
随处散播你的爱心,就从对你的家人开始,多一分关爱给你的孩子,你的另一半,然后你的邻居……,让每个接近你的人都有如沐春风的感觉。给别人一个关怀的眼神,一个灿烂的微笑,一个温暖的拥抱,为上帝的仁慈做见证。
——泰瑞莎修女

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25年前,有位教社会学的大学教授,曾叫班上学生到巴尔的摩的贫民窟,调查200名男孩的成长背景和生活环境,并对他们未来的发展做一评估,每个学生的结论都是“他毫无出头的机会”。
25年后,另一位教授发现了这份研究,他叫学生做后续调查,看昔日这些男孩今天是何状况。结果根据调查,除了有20名男孩搬离或过世,剩下的180名中有176名成就非凡,其中担任律师、医生或商人的比比皆是。
这位教授在惊讶之余,决定深入调查此事。他拜访了当年曾受评估的年轻人,跟他们请教同一个问题,“你今日会成功的最大原因是什么?”结果他们都不约而同地回答:“因为我遇到了一位好老师。”
这位老师目前仍健在,虽然年迈,但还是耳聪目明,教授找到她后,问她到底有何绝招,能让这些在贫民窟长大的孩子个个出人头地?
这位老太太眼中闪着慈祥的光芒,嘴角带着微笑回答道:“其实也没什么,我爱这些孩子。”
(艾瑞克·布特渥斯)

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A Refugee Camp Birthday

A Refugee Camp Birthday – By Renie Burghardt

My eleventh birthday was just a week away when we arrived in the refugee camp on that bleak and cold November day in 1947. My grandparents, who were raising me, and I had successfully fled our Soviet-occupied, communist country, Hungary, with only the clothes we were wearing. The refugee camp, called a Displaced Persons Camp, was in Spittal, Austria.

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To frightened, cold and hungry people like us, the refugee camp was a blessing. We were given our own little cardboard-enclosed space in a barrack, fed hot cabbage-and-potato soup, and given warm clothes. We had much to be grateful for. But as for my upcoming birthday, I didn’t even want to think about it. After all, we had left our country devoid of possessions or money. And even if Apa (my grandfather) had managed to flee with a few pengos (Hungarian small currency) in his pocket, it wouldn’t have done us any good in Austria. So I had decided to forget about birthday presents from then on.

My grandmother, who was the only mother I had known, had taken over my care when I was only a few weeks old, because her only child, my mother, had died suddenly. Before the war intensified, my birthdays had been grand celebrations with many cousins in attendance, and lots of gifts of toys, books and clothes. The cake had always been a dobosh torte, which Anya (my grandmother) prepared herself.

My eighth birthday had been the last time I received a bought gift. Times were already hard, money was scarce and survival the utmost goal. But my grandparents had managed to hock something so they could buy me a book. It was a wonderful book, too, full of humor and adventure, and I loved it. In fact, Cilike’s Adventures had transported me many times from the harshness of the real world to a world of laughter and fun. After that, birthday presents, thanks to Anya’s deft fingers, were usually crocheted or knitted items, but there was always a present. However, in the refugee camp, I was resigned to the inevitable.

On November 25, 1947, when I woke in our cardboard cubicle, I laid there on my little cot beneath the horsehair blanket and thought about being eleven now. Why, I was practically a grown-up, I told myself, and I would act accordingly when Anya and Apa awoke. I didn’t want them to feel bad because they couldn’t give me a present. So I dressed quickly and tiptoed out as quietly as possible. Outside, I ran across the frosty dirt road to the barrack marked Women’s Bathroom and Shower, washed, combed my hair and took my time, even though it was chilly in there, before returning to our cubicle. But finally, return I did.

“Good morning, Sweetheart. Happy birthday,” Apa greeted as soon as I walked in.

“Thank you. But I’d just as soon forget about birthdays from now on,” I replied, squirming in his generous hug.

“You are too young to forget about birthdays,” Anya said, taking me in her arms. “Besides, who would I give this present to if birthdays are to be forgotten?”

“Present?” I looked at her dumbfounded, as she reached into her pocket and pulled something out.

“Happy birthday, Honey. It’s not much of a present, but I thought you might enjoy having Cilike back on your eleventh birthday,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

“My old Cilike’s Adventures book! But I thought it was left behind with all our other things,” I said, hugging the book to my chest, tears of joy welling up in my own eyes.

“Well, it almost was. But when we had to leave so quickly in the middle of the night, I grabbed it, along with my prayer book, and stuck it in my pocket. I knew how much you loved that book, and I couldn’t bear to leave it behind. Happy birthday, again, Honey. I’m sorry it’s not a new book, but I hope you like having it back,” Anya said.

“Oh, thank you, Anya. Having Cilike back means so much to me. So very much,” I said, hugging her again, tears streaming down my cheeks. “It’s the best birthday present I ever received!” And it truly was, because I realized that day that God had blessed me with a wonderful grandmother/mother, whose love would always see me through.

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