Ambulance Chasers

The air was damp the moment I step into the train. Finally after 2 stops, I got a vacant seat. Seated to my left was a salaryman in his faded pin-striped suit, wielding a large Nintendo DS, seems to be unfazed by my difficulties trying to squeeze into position. Seated to my right was a lady, probably in late-twenties, wearing a black cardigan over her white blouse. She was fiddling with her 'seemed-new' slim phone intensely. Probably, it's her new found pleasure after many years without sex. As for me? I only have my usual work bag and a little black book in my hand. At one point, I felt that I would be glad to flash out my Android-powered HTC phone which was released 3 years ago. But then again, I thought that my action would cause further dismay to everyone in the vicinity. I'm drowned out by these tech junkies. Raising my white flag, with my head down.

However, I began to find solace in my little black book, and I had it renewed every year.

Do you know how many people committed suicide at the dorms in the factories that producing those handheld gadgets in China?

Rumours had it that these suicidal people were overworked due to the high consumer demand (or due to the greedy executives of these factories accepting an impossible order numbers in order to push for corporate profits) or overwhelmed by the restricted intellectual property policies surrounding the production, due to the strategic reasons by the sole company who invented it (or rather now we said 'designing' it). As a result, we see many unhappiness unknowingly emerged among these workers as they are continuously motivated by the incentives being rewarded for more production of these gadgets. It's like being a mouse in a mouse wheel with food in front of them. The further they run, the bigger the food gets (and of course, no sex at all). So, in the end they brought death upon themselves. But who's to blame?


I'm not a preacher either. How many trees were being cut for my little black book?

An average of 6 (from Wikianswers) trees for a book. In one way or another, I am also contributing to the diminishing nature of this earth.

Therefore, how could we ever find justice in this world? Maybe Annabeth Chase, of 'Close to home' could find it. A sultry fictional prosecutor. My god, she's beautiful. Forget those gadgets or my black book, I'm voting for Canadian.