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About me: There is always plastic surgery for imperfections. Unfortunately there is no cure for stupidity.
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    About Michael Fay
    Random thoughts of Bluey at Sunday, November 06, 2005 10:22 pm | Permalink
    I have been following news regarding Nguyen Tuong Van - an Australian caught with 396 grams of heroin at Changi airport in Singapore in 2002 and he is expected to be executed next month. His case has sparked many debates on capital punishment and petitions against his execution in both Australia and Singapore.

    Nguyen's case reminded me of Michael Fay. Remember the American teenager who was given a jail sentence and 4 strokes of the cane after he was found guilty of vandalism charges. I wonder how he is doing now as an adult. Was he traumatised by the whole experience? Did he learn his lesson?

    Well, I did an online search. After serving the sentence in Singapore, Michael Fay moved back to US. In 1998, he was caught in possession of marijuana and was fined $500. I bet he was thankful that he wasn't caught in Singapore!
     

    2 Thoughts of Others:

    At Wednesday, November 16, 2005 11:00:00 pm, Blogger Dave

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    In Changi jail upon death row
    Breathe live corpses, unjust woe.
    No darker space condemned to die,
    Where Time, still barely etching by,
    Weeps words amid the bleak sorrow.

    Compassion's Dead, gone long ago.
    They tried, went wrong; felt hatred grow,
    Loved and are loved, they should not die,
    In Changi jail.

    A wake for them, who cannot show,
    To you their failing hearts let go.
    And on their eve when death is nigh,
    Nary lose faith with those who die.
    For know, down deep, injustice flows
    In Changi jail.

     

    At Thursday, November 17, 2005 9:57:00 pm, Blogger Bluey

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    Thanks for sharing the poem, Dave.

     
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