become a taxi driver

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Im eager to go back to work and was looking at becoming a Taxi Driver or a White Van man. At the moment I feel incapable at being inconsiderate to other road users or even just been plain stupid like speeding or hogging the road. For that reason I think I will fail the entrance exam miserably. Where can I go to learn these skills?


hi im thinking of becoming a private taxi driver in manchester but im unsure whether i can get my licence due to my criminal record,i was convicted of carrying an offensive weapon over 6 years ago,also have lost my drivers licence for drink driving over 5 years ago,any one have any idea whether this would get me refused for my taxi licence ?


Hey everyone~ I thought id Challenge myself and write in first person. some tips would be wonderful. and please remember~ this is the beginning of the story, not everything is explained. and please be kind, english is not my first language :(

The taxi drugged along the gravel roads, rain pelting against the ground and window. I remember how cold that window was. A draft came in from the top of the glass. I pulled my bag closer as I turned forward.
The road ahead was barely visible, but the driver seemed calm. The car came to a stop in front of a small, faded black side street. a�?here we are, ma'am.a�? he said, turning around. He had an old, overworked face, the wrinkles wrapping around his face like plastic wrap. I opened the door, digging around my pocket for change. As I handed him the amount with some tip, he handed me something instead. His voice, started a little raspy said, a�?you, young lady, look like a troubled woman, going to a troubled place. Please take this lucky charm with you, for you are beautiful, and deserve all the luck you can achieve.a�? I had one foot out the door, but I brought it back in. a�?are you sure?a�? I nearly whispered. My soul, battered and beaten, could never accept such a kindness. I held the money toward him again. But he placed the charm in my hand instead. a�?please hurry to your destination, before this storm worsens.a�? With a strike of thunder, I nodded. a�?thank you.a�? I said and bowed my head, popping my umbrella up outside the door. I stepped out into the gray air, closing the door behind me.

I waved as the taxi drove away, turning at the corner. My thoughts went blank as I started down the alley. It became darker, the air murkier, I could hear the town, the city. The cars, the lights, the houses. I remember how I outstretched my hand to graze against the blacked concrete wall. The screaming and yelling of vendors on the street got louder as I got closer. The ground, the air, the voices, the darkness, all became one big flashback to within my eyes.

My heart ached. There was no other way to describe it. That pain, so deep inside, reminding me who I am. I tried so hard to ignore it with all my will. But that never changed the pain. And it never will.

Lost in my thoughts, I walked out of the alley, right into an intersection. A car slid, but stopped right in front of me. As Taiwan drivers often are, most drivers kept going. The man from within the car cursed and revved his engine before driving off. After receiving a few stares, I walked back into the alley. The weren't many people in the back alleys, afraid of gangs, and not so good people. It had only been two years since I had been here, being 17 now, and I thought I was remembering quite well. I tried not to think of Kiyoshi. As if my heart wasn't already breaking, he'd make it snap. I didn't want to think of all the horrid things he could imagine happened to me. I didn't want to leave and not tell him. But, I felt there be no choice. There would be nothing he could do here anyway. He might have money, but he doesn't have special protection from the largest mafia in Taiwan. Although, being away for almost two years, anything could have changed.

After making a few turns and twists, the alleys began to go down, near the under-city. By now, I had focused myself. I knew what I was here for, and what I was going to leave here with. There was nothing stopping me.
The night wrapped around me like a velvet cloth. I consciously felt my gun rub against my back, hidden by my sweatshirt. I only saw a few people standing around, but none seemed to want any trouble. I pulled my hood up in hopes to hide my child like face. Surfacing again, I navigated myself though the cramped neighborhoods. Poverty spoke at every step. Women dressed in rags, makeshift houses. I bowed my head lower. I spotted some young boys, maybe about her age, playing under a street lamp. Hovering slowly towards them, I checked my surroundings. There didn't seem to be anyone hanging around, perhaps a random passerby. When close enough, I spoke out.

a�?hey, kidsa�? I said in my rusty Chinese accent. The children turned around. One holding a bat answered. a�?what do you want?a�? he said as roughly as he could with his prepubescent voice. a�?Mika.a�? I answered, shifting my weight into one foot. The boy with the bat made a face. But a boy from behind the small crowd seemed to suddenly pay attention. Before the boy could speak, the boy with the bat responded. a�?100 yen.a�?

I dug into my bag and pulled out a bill. I placed it in front of his face. Once again I demanded, a�?Mika.a�?


well in the reba song fancy i know she was a hooker...but the taxi driver said he saw all of her movies and him and his wife loved her...so what does that mean that after the hooker fase of her life she become a movie star?im just trying to understand it..don't be mean we all like answers sometimes..


Ok so I've seen that some cab companies are asking between $350 to $450 a week fee to rent out their cab (that comes with everything: insurance, repair, maintenance, everything). The cab driver is basically renting out the cab. There are reports that cab drivers can take in $1000-1500 a week, not sure about that in this economy. So let's say I take in $1000 a week, pay almost half of that for the cab rent. This seems like a bad deal since who is to know how much you can work and make in a day or week to even make ends meet and pay for the cab rent? Are there taxi cabs out there that just take a percentage and or 50% out of what you make instead of taking upfront money ($350-450 a week?)


i think he became a taxi driver while he was on the run


Travis writes in his journal about his life and its accompanying lonliness "The days go on and on... they don't end. All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don't believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people"

Is he trying to say that people should conform or something? Is he saying that he is one of those people that devotes his life to "morbid self-attention"? And if so, what is "morbid self-attention" lol.


I'm wondering what, if any, special license people need to get in order to drive a cab in raleigh, nc. I'm thinking about taking it up, and am wondering how I would become qualified/ready to be a cab driver.


Hi all, just a bit mystified and wondered if anyone out there had any similar experiences and a speculative diagnosis. Sorry for the wordiness but I'd like a considered answer so I'll give a considered description!!

First, a bit of history which may or may not be related...

I am a 23 year old female, somewhat underweight, blood sugar levels usually fine, and I have a history of anxiety managed normally by anti depressants and occasional anti-anxiety meds. I'm a smoker. In the last couple of years my panic attacks have been strangely based on finding it difficult to breathe, which I then labelled as a psychosomatic symptom of my anxiety. However recently several doctors have diagnosed me with asthma. It is hard for me to dilineate between what is an asthma attack, a panic attack and if I even have asthma at all. I still have some issues when on meds to do with breathing, which makes asthma seem likely. Plus I really should stop smoking, yes.

It has now been about a month since I have taken any of my medication and I've already weathered the SSRI withdrawals... anyway, it's been at least six months since I've taken the SSRIs regularly and haven't taken any other anxiety meds for longer. The other night I was riding in a taxi when I felt my heartrate pick up and my hands start to become sweaty. I had taken some ventolin a while beforehand, which sometimes causes these symptoms. I waited for it to pass and it only increased. I didn't seem to be having any trouble breathing and it came out of the blue. I started focussing on my breathing and my chest felt relatively clear and just slightly tight. My hands were now completely engulfed in pins and needles and my thumbs on both hands spasmed suddenly against the rest of my fingers. This was pretty scary but I was trying to ride it out, noting I could prise my hands apart with mental will but on their own, without concentration, they immediately went back into spasm. Then my feet started to sweat as well, and became slightly tingly. They reached a brief point where I thought "I will fall over if I have to stand up" but this passed quickly and subsided to a vague tingle. Occasionally my legs started to feel tingly behind the backs of my knees too, and there was a slightly odd muscular sensation like the faintest of spasms. All these other areas of my body stayed pretty OK and just faintly effected but my hands remained locked, sweaty, freezing and tingly. I may have been beginning to hyperventilate by now, getting a bit panicked. I was starting to feel dizzy and I couldn't focus on the road ahead, and I also couldn't tell if this had started before or after the hyperventilating. I almost warned the cab driver I was about to faint, because it felt exactly like pre-fainting dizziness. Instead I called my friend with great difficulty (trying to make my hands cooperate) to distract myself but the mental distraction did nothing to lessen the hand issue, or the dizziness. Throughout the conversation I controlled my breathing better but the dizziness kept coming in waves and made me feel very detached and odd.
My hands were getting worse. Now they had no dexterity, they shook (more slowly and obviously than normal tremors) and were still completely tingly. When I had to give money to the cab driver, I literally had to sort of manipulate the money between my thumb and the side of my forefinger against which my thumb was stuck, awkwardly. I couldn't really handle notes and change and despite my best mental efforts to look normal for the cab driver (this sort of effort usually brings me out of panic attacks), I had no choice but to completely fumble my change with my now near-paralysed hands.
I got out of the cab OK physically aside from the hands, but I was feeling pretty panicky now because I'd never had anything like this. My legs felt a bit weak but carried me. The dizziness was quite intense still but manageable. It took about ten minutes before my hands started to return to normal. I suddenly felt very hungry but then immediately ill when I thought of food, and I returned to normal without any sugar or food of any sort. Slowly the sweats and racing heart subsided. Three days later I was walking when my legs were overcome with weakness in a similarly sudden unprovoked fashion, no tingles but it took some time before they felt normal and for a few minutes it was a serious effort to move them and stay upright.

All very odd. Sorry about the length but googling has returned no good results....just curious and a little worried :-/

Thanks for putting up with that :)


Hi,
I was wondering what do i need to become a taxi driver. What is the age limit, what kind of license do I need ect. ect.


Or do you believe that someone should become a person like other people?

Sorry, I'm watching "Taxi Driver".





I live in a big city and I think I know my way around it fairly well, I'm also a pretty safe driver. What kind of requirements are there usually to get licensed as a taxi driver?


i.e. when you lose either way. For example, immigrants in Canada cannot apply for a lot of jobs until they get a citizenship - which happens after 3+ years living in Canada, but most those jobs require recent - i.e. during the last 3 years - experience in their professional field. So, while a newcomer works as a taxi driver or at Tim Horton's for 3 years awaiting his/her passport when s/he will become a "normal person", s/he loses these 3 years of experience and will become ineligible for those jobs even with the passport. I can't remember what this situation is called in English when either way there is no positive solution - do you?
thanks, Carl! this is exactly what I heard before but forgot. But why exactly it's called Catch 22, not 23 for example?


Narrator a�?My story begins on July 2, 1962. I was just a cab driver in New York and the last thing I thought would happen to me was that I would become a Mob member. It was 8:00 pm and I was going to shut down when suddenly two man came up one was shot they told me to start the car and drive us so seeing the wound I hand to comply. Then I heard a car screech around the corner they open fired and I drove off with the guys in back one pulled out a gun and returned fire to the other car. While I was driving I was all over the road weaving, hitting posts, telephone booths, and making sharp turns all in a hope that I would lose them. After about thirty min. of driving and shooting we lost them in an alley. They then asked me to drive them back to the Pepagoni Bar and obviously I accepted I mean these guys have guns they could kill me. When we returned they walked to a man outside. After a few minutes The man who was waiting came up and said he was Luigi and gave me my money he also said that the don would like to meet me someday. After it was through I returned to my house so I had a choice return to the taxi business or join a life of crime.a�?

June 30, 1979 Police Officer a�?SO that was you who did all that that night?a�? Jimmy/Narrator a�?Yes that was me.a�? Police Officer a�?So what did you choose?a�? Jimmy a�?I didn't want to join the mob I thought I would rather die than join the mob however I would regret that as the next day in the afternoon the thugs from last night found me while I was through an alley. I started of then I remembered the offer and I was few blocks away from the bar I took the alleys to the bar they started shooting at me along the way I saw the death of a random passerby who got shot in the crossfire blood poured everywhere. I eventually lost them and made it to the bar when I arrived Luigi the bartender was outside he a�?Come inside Jimmy we will help you out.a�? He took me to the back room were Don Pepagoni was sitting there he told me the offer a�? I would like you to work for me. After hearing about your driving I would think you could be a nice driver.a�? after hearing that I accepted. Police Officer a�?So your acceptance would probably lead you to a problema�? Jimmy a�?What do you mean it was an okay life anyway let me continue. They on July 5 of 1962 I was going on my first Job for the Pepagonis a�?What is going on todaya�? the don said. Well we were going to take Jimmy out to Bonnanos' garage in Little Italy to teach the punks a lessona�? said Tommy. a�?That would be excellent drop by Vinnies for a gun and go to Lucas for a car.a�? said the Don. a�?Were are they locateda�? said I. a�?Vinnie is out back and Lucas is at the garage next door and Tom I assume your going witha�? said Don. Yes I am come on Jim.a�? said Tom. As I walked up to Vinnie he seemed a little unstable. a�?What can I do for your?a�? said Vinnie in a thick Italian accent. I said that I would like to have a powerful gun he gave me a pistol. As I walked to Lucas I noticed Tom waiting outside the bar. Any way I arrived at Lucas I asked to see a nice car he walked away for a minute and came back he said a�? All I have right now is a 1959 Chevy Impala convertible.a�? I accepted it and drove up to Tom he said a�?Is this the car Lucas gave you?a�? I said yes and he replied a�?This is crap its rusting everywhere and one of the mirrors is gone!a�? as he got in along the way he said a�?You know what I'm going to get you a proper car guy you might not acquirer them legally but its better than this.a�? Once we arrived he told me he would be waiting in the car if there is any trouble shout. I started walking and Tom handed me bat and Molotov cocktails for backup. I had walked in and then confronted one of the thugs he told me to get outta here I then hit him in the head with the bat he fell straight to the ground with blood gushing everywhere. Then two more thugs walked in from the alley seeing the man dead on the ground one lounged at me and the other pulled a gun I pulled my gun and fired at the one lounging and then I killed the other guy. Two other guys walked out from an office I had recognized them from the chase they too recognized me I shot the one of them I was out of ammo so I threw a Molotov at the other I watched as he burned to death I then noticed the flames go for the gasoline tanks so I made a for the car I jumped in and drove off. Looking at the mirror I saw the explosion Tom asked a�?What happened in there?a�? I told him a�?Lets just say I don't think we will be getting any trouble from them.a�? then we arrived back at bar.

Officer a�?So I think all these unsolved cases are coming clear but anyway what happened next.a�?
Jimmy a�?Tomorrow morning at the bar I was tolled about our rivals first it was the Bonnanos they told me they owned most of Midtown and parts of Brooklyn a group of thugs and dealers and then the Gambinos these guys were from Jersey and were thugs of smuggling, book keeping and murders. They had also told me about the Commission this group has been defunct since
this group was what held the families together for years it broke when the Gambinos killed the president of it since then the Bonnanos, Gambinos, and us have been rivals however there have been sources Bonnanos want to have peace. And then they sent me on a hit for a Gambino Enforcer. First I went to Vinnie's for a gun he gave me a pistol and a Tommy gun. Then off the Lucas, Tom followed me to him and also said he wanted to come with so we got the car the same car from the last job Tom wasn't happy so he slapped Lucas and off we went. On the way he told me the place were he usually hangs out when we arrived at an alley by the docks in Brooklyn he wasn't there we then went to Idlewild Airport no luck we then arrived at arrived at Chinatown in an alley between Baxter and Broome St. we found him roughing up some triad members. As we approached we shouted his name we pulled out our guns and shot him with 600 bullets in him and bulled all over the walls and concrete we dragged the body to
the car 5 triads came out to watch upon putting the body in the trunk a triad member walked up and thanked us we said your welcome and drove off. We eventually arrived in Baltimore were drove to the woods to bury the body. Upon finishing the hole and putting the body in a car pulled up and Lucas stepped out and said a�?Hello boys I'm glad I found you I wanted to tell you that I am a Gambino member and I'm here to kill you.a�? We pulled out our guns but then Vinny showed and hit Lucas from behind knocking him out a�?I followed Lucas here I knew he was up to no good.a�? said Vinny. a�?Man thanks Vin if you hadn't showed well we might have been killeda�? said Tommy. a�?Yeah Vinny thanks and I thought you were going to kill me or you were just some creepy guy.a�?said I. a�?Yes well we have to finish this guys hole. Vinny take Lucas back to the bar courtyard we will talk to the Don when we all return.a�? said Tom. Vinny drove off while we filled the hole. When we returned we tolled the don about Lucas and he
to make him suffer so we tied him to a chair cut his ear off, shot him in the stomach, and strangled him to death. When he died we had to find is replacement. Eddy the Dons right hand man said he will take care off that. So the Don called an end of the meeting.

Officer a�?Wow a lot of bloodshed very early in the story. So Vinny was the good guy. Who did Eddy get to replace Lucas?a�? Jimmy a�?He got someone who was an excellent at car theft Billy Angelo he knew most cars and there secrets. Anyway as I was walking into the bar July 9th 1962 Tom had to talk to me so he brought me round back and had me meet the second man from the car chase Henry Hill jr. who had just recovered. Once we were done I walked in the bar and the don had told us that the Bonnano Family wants to resurrect The Commission however they need one more Family. We knew that the Gambinos would not join after what happened last time so Tom, Henry and I went to Billy's he gave us a Cadillac Series 62 Convertible 1959 we
hopped in drove around looking for gangs to recruit. a�?Hey Jimmy why don't we ask the Triads they seem to like us.a�?said Tom. a�?The Triads really how 'bout the Westies?a�?said Henry a�?How about The Triads?a�? said I. a�?Okay Okay we can see if they want to join.a�? said Henry. We arrived at Baxter Ave. and Broome St. were we found the other Triad. One of the Triads spotted us and walked up to us he remembered us from before we talked to him for a while he eventually let us in the back room of the restaurant. While up there we talked to the leader about joining, after 1 hour we convinced him to join. We walked outside and talked about how surprisingly easy that was. We called the Don about what happened he said okay and told us to drive to Idlewild and meet an informant about the Gambinos. When we arrived we easily spotted him with his trench coat, hat and newspaper he told us that the Gambinos are starting to deal drugs and stealing cars to keep up with us. As we pulled into the garage Billy toll
ed us that he had some new cars.

Officer a�?Well I can truly say that was boring. We need evidence not your drive around the city.a�? Jimmy a�?As I was saying on July 16th the Don had called a meeting the Bonnanos wanted to finish it and get the Commission started they had it planned a meeting at warehouse in H*ll's Kitchen and the don wanted me to drive him to it. Normally I would get a car as usually but the don said to take his corvette. As we arrived I saw Henry, Tom , Eddy and the dons son Brucie standing outside taking a smoke brake. After ten minutes of smoking and talking Don Bonnano, his underboss/son and a couple of capos showed up. The Triads soon followed we all entered and the meeting commenced after about 1 hour of talking we came up with the perfect plan and got the 2 men who would see that the peace between the Bonnano, Triads and the Pepagoni Families at peace. As we walked out we got in the cars and drove off simple as that.
Curse you character limit





I'm writing a book please take a look at the beggining and see how it can be changed.

Narrator a�?My story begins in July 2, 1962 I was just a cab driver in New York the last thing I thought would happen was becoming a Mob member. It was 8:00 pm and I was going to shut down when suddenly two man came up one was shot they told me to start the car and drive us so seeing the wound I hand to comply. Then I heard a car screech around the corner they open fired and I drove off with the guys in back one pulled out a gun and returned fire to the other car. While I was driving I was all over the road weaving, hitting posts, telephone booths, and making sharp turns all in a hope that I would lose them. After about thirty min. of driving and shooting we lost them in an alley. They then asked me to drive them back to the Pepagoni Bar and obviously I accepted I mean these guys have guns they could kill me. When we returned they walked to a man outside. After a few minutes The man who was waiting came up and said he was Luigi and gave me my money he also said that the don would like to meet me someday. After it was through I returned to my house so I had a choice return to the taxi business or join a life of crime.a�?

June 30, 1979 Police Officer a�?SO that was you who did all that that night?a�? Jimmy/Narrorator a�?Yes that was me.a�? Police Officer a�?So what did you choose?a�? Jimmy a�?I didn't want to join the mob I thought I would rather die than join the mob however I would regret that as the next day in the afternoon the thugs from last night found me while I was through an alley. I sterted to then I renembered the offer and I was few blocks away from the bar I took the alleys to the bar they started shooting at me along the way I saw the death of a random passerby who got shot in the crossfire blood poured everywhere. I eventually made it to the bar when I arrived I told Luigi the bartender come out with some thugs he told me to a�?Come inside Jimmy we will help you this time. Boys kill them.a�? He took me to the back room were Don Pepagoni was sitting there he told me the offer a�? I would like you to work for me. After hearing about your driving I would think you could be a nice driver.a�? after hearing that I accepted.
Ok I fixed the beggining


1. According to the "guns and butter" example, if a country decides to spend more on military goods, which of the following will happen? (1 point)
The country will have less money to devote to consumer goods.
The country will have an equal amount of money to devote to consumer goods.
The country will be forced to make trade-offs in military purchasing.
The country will have more resources to devote to consumer goods.
2. By the end of the summer, Jason had saved enough money for college from his job as a waiter. He even had some money left over. Although he wanted both, he decided to buy a DVD player rather than a digital camera. Which of the following is the opportunity cost in this scenario? (1 point)
the DVD player
the digital camera
college
the job
3. How does a society answer the three economic questions about the production and consumption of goods and services? (1 point)
Its answer is based on the importance it attches to various economic goals and societal values.
Its answer is based on the importance it attaches to the stock market.
Its answer is based on recent technological advances.
Its answer is based solely on current environmental regulation.
4. Centrally planned economies can work effectively toward explicity stated goals, but which of the following is one disadvantage of such a system? (1 point)
Its performance almost always falls short of its ideals.
These economies can never produce an increase in output.
The workers control all the production factors.
It gives too many rewards for innovation.
5. The purpose of the free enterprise system is to (1 point)
give consumers goods and services free of charge.
eliminate economic choices.
create political campaign slogans.
give consumers freedom to make economic choices.
6. Which word BEST completes the following sentence? Improvements in _____ allow an economy to produce more output from the same or a smaller quantity of inputs. (1 point)
GDP
free enterprise
technology
communication
7. What is a factory building an example of? (1 point)
human capital
physical capital
an economic trade-off
technology
8. An example of an entrepreneur is (1 point)
a writer who is hired by a film studio to adapt a novel into a screenplay.
a lawyer in a high-profile law firm that specializes in business law.
an Olympic ice skater who later decides to join a professional ice show.
an artist who runs a business painting murals in office buildings and restaurants.
9. Human capital includes (1 point)
the salary paid to an accountant.
a taxi driver's knowledge of the city streets.
the machinery used to weave cloth.
the equipment used by a doctor to cure a patient.
10. Which of the following is NOT an example of a public good? (1 point)
shopping malls
national parks
highways
municipal libraries
Match each term with the correct statement below.
11. government aid to the poor (1 point)
market failure
public policy
externality
welfare
poverty threshold
12. a situation in which goods are not fairly distributed (1 point)
market failure
public policy
externality
welfare
poverty threshold
13. an income level below that which is needed to support families or households. (1 point)
market failure
public policy
externality
welfare
poverty threshold
14. laws and standards on topics of public interest (1 point)
market failure
public policy
externality
welfare
poverty threshold
15. an economic side effect of a good or service that generates benefits or costs to someone other than the person deciding how much to produce or consume (1 point)
market failure
public policy
externality
welfare
poverty threshold
Kelly is an artist. He's found that he's very good at painting portraits of children and pets, but he's not happy doing it. He wants to paint other things. Although none of his other paintings have sold, he believes that they will sell in the future and that if he works very hard at it, his painting could really become great. He can't predict when that will happen, however, and he has bills to pay now. He uses a decision-making grid to help him decide how to proceed in his career. Answer questions 16-19 based on the information in the grid.
16.



What benefits will Kelly forgo if he chooses to paint what he wants? (1 point)

17. What is the opportunity cost of painting what he wants? (2 points)

18. What benefits does Kelly have if he paints what he wants? (1 point)

19. What choice is Kelly refusing if he decides to paint portraits? (1 point)

Answer the following in essay form.
20. Explain how the introduction of physical capital, in the form of a computer, could benefit a family. Are there also some ways in which a computer might not benefit a family? (5 points)


Okay, if you're expecting me to be really xenophobic, I'm sorry to have misled you....I actually just wanted to know about something that I'm starting to notice more and more lately.

Where I live, it's a major city and where I go to uni there are A LOT of international students and our city is full of people from overseas. One thing I've noticed though, is that all the tutors I've had who were from overseas were really nice, and the Australian ones- not so much...it's not necessarily that the Australian ones are/were mean, it's just they seemed more 'pushy' I suppose. And this goes for people in general, not just tutors and lecturers. People in shops, cab drivers, people in the street, on tech support, the students in my class...It's always the immigrants who are really nice to me when the Australian ones are not so much...not only this but a lot of the ones who are students usually sit next to me if they're the only non-white person there, they seem always to want to talk to me and be nice to me.

I just wanted to know if I'm just dillusional or if other people have experiences like this...I'm not saying I'm surprised, I just don't get why there seems to be such a disparity between locals and non locals. I'm also not saying that there aren't mean immigrants or nice locals but the trends are becoming so obvious to me now that I've started thinking things like "I hope my new tutor is from overseas", etc. and I've also noticed that as a result I'm a lot friendlier to immigrants now than locals, it's like I'm really biased or something. For example, the other night I gave a taxi-driver from overseas a $20 tip! This is pretty generous considering a) the ride was only $30 and b) in australia, we hardly ever tip anyone.

Is there something psychological going on in my head that would explain my emotional attachment to migrants?
P.S. Usually, I'm talking about migrants whose first language wasn't english

Really sorry if I offended anyone.
i just want to make it clear that i'm talking about australia when i say 'my country'


I am seriously considering becoming a taxi cab driver, but I am concerned about safety. A buddy of mine drives a cab in San Francisco, and says, nah, it's no big deal.
I know that's not the whole story. Who has some good input for me?
Thank you.


Ohio Crazy Law

It is illegal to mistreat anything of great importance.

Owners of tigers must notify authorities within one hour if the tiger escapes.

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It is illegal to fish for whales on Sunday.

Women are prohibited from wearing patent leather shoes in public.

It is illegal to get a fish drunk.

The Ohio driver's education manual states that you must honk the horn whenever you pass another car.

No one may be arrested on Sunday or on the Fourth of July.

Participating or conducting a duel is prohibited.

Breast feeding is not allowed in public.

In Ohio, if you ignore an orator on Decoration day to such an extent as to publicly play croquet or pitch horseshoes within one mile of the speaker's stand, you can be fined $25.00.

It is illegal for more than five women to live in a house.

Bay Village

It is illegal to walk a cow down Lake Road.

Bexley

Ordinance number 223, of 09/09/19 prohibits the installation and usage of slot machines in outhouses.

Clinton County

Any person who leans against a public building will be subject to fines.

Cleveland

It's illegal to catch mice without a hunting license!

Women are forbidden from wearing patent leather shoes, lest men see reflections of their underwear.

Columbus

It is illegal for stores to sell corn flakes on Sunday.

Fairview Park

It's against the law to honk your horn "excessively". A grandmother was fined for honking her horn twice at her neighbor.

Items left on a tree lawn become city property. A young man was fined for removing an item from a tree lawn even though he had the owner's permission.

Ironton

Cross-dressing is against the law.

Lima

Any map that does not have Lima clearly stated on the map cannot be sold.

Lowell

It is unlawful to run a horse over five miles per hour.

Marion

You cannot eat a doughnut and walk backwards on a city street.

North Canton

It is against the law to roller skate without notifying the police.

McDonald

Your goose may not paraded down Main Street.

Oxford

It's illegal for a woman to strip off her clothing while standing in front of a man's picture.

Paulding

A policeman may bite a dog to quiet him.

Toledo

Throwing a snake at anyone is illegal.

Strongsville

Catch 22 is banned.

Youngstown

Riding on the roof of a taxi cab is not allowed.

You may not run out of gas.





I've taken tons of quizzes. I'm a pretty good nature artist, I'm good infront of cameras, i'm a great detective/spy, I can write like all whiz, I love whiteboards, I love children (babies, two year olds, ones that are potty trained, mainly...) I love weddings, i love HGTV, style channel, etc... Is this enough info for you? I want to do online college so i can work easier. I'll be going to highschool next year, and if i'm not prepared, who knows what i'll become. A taxi driver? A bus driver? A junkgirl? I'm spontaneous and love fantasy books, too. I can read a book the size of Elder in about four hours non-stop if its a good book.Its really bugging me that I don't know what i want to be. Please don't say "your young, it'll hit you eventually..." please, just help me, not lecture me. O.o
Thank you. :)


do you need a degree?
do you have to be a certain gender?


Does anyone know if you have to take a seperate test to become a taxi driver in germany?? (as well as having a full driving licence)


I have just read that the road knowledge test you need to take before becoming a taxi driver is being abolished on the 31/12/09 is this true? someone with genuine answer let me know and il give you best answer thnx!


Religion-We would have so much more simple society if people would convert to fundamentalism, and took the bible literally, and stop trying to reason everything out, and let the bible reason everything.

Politics-Just except what the government does, and OBEY THE LAWS. Suppport the government, and show a little loyalty to the Government, and stop griping about everything.

Psychology-People make such a bit deal about labels, and get all mad when the professionals tell someone what they are, and where they belong. If they say they belong in a mental institution, they obviously belong there.

Societal-People rather be individual, and not do what they were meant to do. Instead they rather pick their own fate. If their parents were janitors, you go into the janitor field. If your Indian, you either become a taxi driver, a convenience store owner or an engineer.

Economical-People want to choose their own career path. But the thing you need to understand is you dont pick careers based on what you want, but what is in most need, whether you like it or not. And the only reason to work is to fulfill needs. Not fulfill wants. And you should live to work, not work to live, and you wont die.

JUST GO WITH THE FLOW!!!!!!!


PLEASE GO TO PART 1/2 AND READ IT BEFORE YOU READ THIS ONE. I couldnt fit it all in this question so I had to split the essay up. Thanks!

(same paragraph from part 1/2)

The putt-putt area was on the very top of the ship, so as we were playing, we were literally standing at the very top of the boat looking down into the ocean. There were high walls so no one could hit the putt-putt balls into the water, or more importantly, fall off of the ship. We played that for a little while and then we headed over to the basketball court. The basketball court was on the top of the ship as well, however, it was on the opposite end of the ship. We spent our whole day enjoying ourselves and just having fun. We all settled in our rooms by 9:00 that evening, because we knew we had a full day planned for the following day, and we didna��t want to be tired or worn out. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep. The best sleep I have ever gotten was on that cruise ship. The ocean was so soothing and relaxing.

The next morning, we all got up and got ready because we were scheduled to arrive in Cozumel at 9:00. As we exited the ship, we were greeted by traditional Spanish dancers. They were wearing very unique costumes and they were very friendly. We spent our first day getting familiar with the city. It was definitely very unique and different. The main form of transportation was by scooters and horses. It was very hard to catch a taxi, but we were able to flag down a few. We didna��t go swimming in the ocean our first day. Instead, we went shopping and sight seeing. It was difficult to understand many of the people there, as most of them only spoke Spanish. We all stuck together and just explored the whole city. At around 12:00 that afternoon, we decided to sit down and eat lunch. I was very surprised when all of our food came to us as we ordered it, because we couldna��t understand our waiter, and he couldna��t understand us. We had to communicate by pointing at pictures on the menu. The food was excellent and I was glad I got to experience real Mexican food versus some substitute Mexican food, such as Taco Bell. Not only did the food taste different, but the soft drinks did too. After we had lunch, we continued our excursion throughout the beautiful city. We had to return back to the ship by 5:00 PM, so we started walking back at around 4:00. If one were to miss the 5:00 deadline, he/she would be stuck in Mexico! Once everyone was back on the ship, we headed towards Playa del Carmen.

The next morning, we docked in Playa del Carmen. In English, that would translate to Carmen Beach. It seemed as though everyone was trying to get off the ship at the same time, which caused a mass of confusion. Once we were finally able to exit, we went straight to the beach. It was a beautiful day and the water felt just right. There was a multitude of things we could have done, such as snorkeling, but they were all extremely expensive. My cousins and I were out in the ocean most of the time, but we would occasionally go and sit on the sand with the adults. During one of those times when we were relaxing on the beach, a man walked up and he was trying to get us to go parasailing. I am very terrified of heights but at the same time, I wanted to face my fear and go for it because it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I decided I would do it, but only if my cousin and uncle did it too. We each paid the man sixty dollars and we were taken to the location. The boat was out in the middle of the ocean, so we had to ride the jet skis to the boat. We each got onto the boat, where we were securely strapped in. We were strapped into one parasail, where we sat side by side, horizontally. Once we were strapped in, we were told to stand at the very back of the boat. The driver took off, and the wind caught the parasail, pulling us into the air. Once we were in the air, it was as if all of my fears went away, especially my fear of heights. He took us way out into the ocean, so far out that we were no longer able to see the shore. The water was extremely clear, and we could see all of the turtles, fish, and even sharks! On our way back to shore, the driver thought it would be funny to slow down, thus submerging us into the water. In the middle of the ocean, he slowed down, causing the parasail to go down since no wind was holding us up. We started going down faster and faster until our feet were wading in the water. In the few seconds we were in the water, we started to become worried because we thought the boat had broken down. We didna��t want to be stranded in the middle of the ocean where we would be fair game to any sharks or other predators. We knew it was a joke when the driver looked back at us and started laughing. He then picked up the speed and took us back to shore. We were in the air for around 35 minutes before we were brought back down onto the boat. After we were finished with that, it was time to head back to the boat and get ready
My teacher said she will not proofread any papers. She will answer specific questions we ask about the papaer, but she will not check it and correct errors. Thats why I came here.


I had a dream the other day, i was in a city and a warning horn (like the ones used for aerial raids) sounded out. Yes, aliens were attacking. I looked up at the sky, there were four birds visible at the time..i stared at them just flying around for a short time, then alien saucers started to become visible high up in the sky. So i started running and hiding for cover, and eventually found a run down apartment block with several other people also hiding. The saucers got down to about the same altitude as the birds, released some kind of rollercoaster that flies around and picks people up and kills them (i do not know how)

The first wave ends, and i run out to a bus with satellite equipment. There were a few people with me that i vaguely remember(as the dream was a few days ago). We didnt try to track them, we were trying to get away. Another wave comes, the bus isnt affected in any way and were okay.

At this time i woke up, but fell straight back asleep and i think that this other dream i had were connected somehow.

I had just arrived in Sabah(Malaysian-Borneo). Im carrying bags with my family and we got a taxi and for some reason we wanted to go to a theme park (yes with our bags and everything). The taxi driver starts driving away and i ask if we are going the right way (i think i thought that the theme park was in the opposite direction). The taxi driver tells me yes and then tries to sell my family and i some lipstick and other make-up (i am a guy, by the way). I say no but my dad said yes (i think) next thing i know my dad has taken the drivers seat and the taxi driver sitting on his lap trying to get his stock to sell out of a little handbag on the dashboard.

We take a right at the intersection and drive for another 100 meters or so. I say to the taxi driver that im sure this isnt the way and i turn my head to see a loop of a rollercoaster track. So we had made it to the theme park, i felt foolish for questioning the driver. (who was now back in his seat). We arrive at the entrance of the theme park and we pay and go around and have a look at everything yada yada yda.

There was an aboriginal man who wanted to show me something, i declined as i had better things to do. He insists that i come with him and i finally agree, he takes me to the edge of the theme park to a building, tells me to wait at the door. He comes out a minute after and pulls a gun out to my head. He said hes going to shoot me. I giggled a tiny bit, turned away from him and went to lie down on my belly on the ground with pillows and my laptop and start surfing the internet. I look up and there is a massive wall that had a video being projected onto. Now im surrounded by people doing the exact same thing as me and the black guy is still just pointing a gun at me thinking that he got me under his control when really i couldnt give a flying and just continued to do what i was doing which was surf the internet.

Then i woke up. I think there are some massive holes in this story that could be filled if i ever got to remember all of it and i'll let you know!

I kind of got the jist of what it means but i could do with some outsider views. Thanks to anyone that replies.


taxi firm and I want to buy my own taxi, do you think a bank or building society would loan me the money as a business loan, I dont have any equity and rent my property so would they consider lending me the money straight away. Thanks to anyone who can help me as I really need to know as soon as possible.


haha it doesn't really matter but quite a while ago I watched a music video on comcast on demand and I have been searching for a name for a very long time.

so maybe if I discibe the video you might know thanks.

There is a black singer that I think was like akon or dmx, as I said it was a while ago, but its an animated video and there is a black taxi cab driver that takes a kid and his mother I think. It is a strange world like there is a staircase to the taxi and stuff. Than towards the end he becomes like an angle and flies away with the kid... sounds kinda creepy I know.

Its about like angles and flying and that sort of stuff. Just been in the back of my mind a while. thank you if you can help


I'm interested in becoming a taxi driver in the city of melbourne but have no idea where to begin.


Please, I have a presentation where I am supposed to summarize the state of Cuba's economic situation in 3 paragraphs or less. Well this is what I came up with. Please read it and tell me if there is anything that I have to change or add/take away. Please serious answers as this is for a grade in school. (I wrote it to where it would be kind of funny) well read it and tell me what you think. Here it is:

After the fall of the USSR, Cuba started borrowing money from countries and defaulting on a lot of those loans, thus today, in the middle of this economic meltdown, they are out of capital and no one wants to loan them anything. Also, the government controls everything in Cuba and no private businesses are allowed. Thus if you are a farmer, you have to sell your crops to the government who will pay you well under the market price, thus you wont make a profit, thus there are no farmers in Cuba anymore, which means that Cuba has to import all their food, and remember? They dont have any money and no one wants to lend them either. Also they dont get as much oil from Venezuela as they used to so they are running out of oil too, thus you have days with 3-4 hours of electricity in the middle of the caribbean. Fun right?

Finally Cuba pays their employees on Cuban pesos which are practically worthless even in Cuba, so there are no professionals because all of the teachers and doctors are becoming taxi drivers for tourists in the hope of making tips in euros. Then the professionals that do exists, the government is exporting them out to Latin America and charging for their services while giving these people about less than 10% of what they actually make. So again there are no professionals to kickstart the economy.

Cuba claims great health care and education and they did in fact use to have these things when the USSR payed for it. But today, remember all their professionals are either taxi drivers or are working in the jugles of Brazil, Bolivia, Venezuela. Thus cuban hospitals and schools are full of people in need and no trained proffessionals to help them. Also education and health care require money for upkeep and remember? Cuba has none of that.
Guys please like I said, no name calling, I want facts, and that is it. My answer is primarily going to be critical of the government because I lived in Cuba and I know what its like to live in a "libreta de comida" but I want to make an informed argument even if it is less critical of the government, but please no name calling, I dont work for anyone in Miami, I live in Oklahoma!!


Please, I have a presentation where I am supposed to summarize the state of Cuba's economic situation in 3 paragraphs or less. Well this is what I came up with. Please read it and tell me if there is anything that I have to change or add/take away. Please serious answers as this is for a grade in school. (I wrote it to where it would be kind of funny) well read it and tell me what you think. Here it is:

After the fall of the USSR, Cuba started borrowing money from countries and defaulting on a lot of those loans, thus today, in the middle of this economic meltdown, they are out of capital and no one wants to loan them anything. Also, the government controls everything in Cuba and no private businesses are allowed. Thus if you are a farmer, you have to sell your crops to the government who will pay you well under the market price, thus you wont make a profit, thus there are no farmers in Cuba anymore, which means that Cuba has to import all their food, and remember? They dont have any money and no one wants to lend them either. Also they dont get as much oil from Venezuela as they used to so they are running out of oil too, thus you have days with 3-4 hours of electricity in the middle of the caribbean. Fun right?

Finally Cuba pays their employees on Cuban pesos which are practically worthless even in Cuba, so there are no professionals because all of the teachers and doctors are becoming taxi drivers for tourists in the hope of making tips in euros. Then the professionals that do exists, the government is exporting them out to Latin America and charging for their services while giving these people about less than 10% of what they actually make. So again there are no professionals to kickstart the economy.

Cuba claims great health care and education and they did in fact use to have these things when the USSR payed for it. But today, remember all their professionals are either taxi drivers or are working in the jugles of Brazil, Bolivia, Venezuela. Thus cuban hospitals and schools are full of people in need and no trained proffessionals to help them. Also education and health care require money for upkeep and remember? Cuba has none of that.


Just copy and past the story below and insert your words, best story gets best answer.

-So I told my friends I'd meet them at the campsite to go ( ) Saturday night. I looked at my watch and realized the time. I ( ) in my car and drove straight to the bar to get a ( ) for my wife. My friends ( ) and ( ) took up so much of my time I wouldn't have enough time for my wife's Anniversary. The ( ) I got from the bar wouldn't satisfy her so I went to the ( ) and got her a ( ) for her garden. I had dinner all ready to be set out at home so I hopped back in my car and ( ) as fast as I could. The last thing on my mind became the first thing on my mind. The speed limit of ( ) Mph. I already had too many tickets from the police officer so they were confiscating my ( ).

About ( ) hours after my car was towed I called a Taxi and quickly gave him the directions home. (What really bothered me was that the driver only had 2 ( ) ) When I got there I didn't pay him 10 dollars instead I accidentally mistook ( ) dollars and handed the cash to him. I got out and ( ) towards the door. I scrambled in expecting a ( ) face when my wife left a message saying she was held up at work. A huge ( ) was lifted off my shoulders. I was able to set up ( ) and have a nice ( ) night with my wife.
PRETEND THAT THE CAR AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SECOND PARAGRAPH IS A ().


Sometimes, we must do what we would normally never do in order to help a greater cause; that is the very thought that I was trying to convince myself of as I stood at my own housea��s doorstep, hugging my father, mother, and little sister good bye.
a�?Ia��m going to miss you.a�? I said to them as I took my luggage in both hands; this would be the last time in a while that I would see them, and that fact alone made by throat clench water-tight.
a�?Wea��ll miss you too, sweet heart.a�? Mother sobbed as she gave me one last hug. The taxi driver behind me blared out of impatience, for if we didna��t hurry, would surely miss my flight, yet I yearned for every little excuse to stay; why, I had even convinced myself that I really didna��t need to go, but then again, what would my new classmates say when their new transferred student went missing?
I somehow managed to tear myself away from my family, and blew them a kiss as they became smaller and smaller through the taxi window, yet as I inched closer and closer to the airport, and to my plane to America, I felt myself open my window and stick my hand out, only to have a soft, cream colored petal land in my hand. It was slightly brown from age, yet I stared at it all the same as if it were the key to help me stay, and not to be the guinea pig to test out America for my family. I dona��t know what I was expecting from a stupid petal that was obviously unresponsive, so I crushed it in my hand, letting the juices soak my hand and held it up to my nose. I took a great whiff and said my final good bye to the roots I had planted here in my fourteen years.
-Kate K ;-)
okay, looking at the answers I'm getting, screw what I said about cruel answers; rip away as long as it helps!


I live in a small village were everybody knows everybody, or everybody knows somebody that knows that other person. One night myself and some friends were out having a drink, we ordered a taxi to go home, when we left the pub and got in the taxi a gang of local yobs set on us and decided to smash up the taxi outside the pub, break the windows and punches were coming into the taxi left, right and center. The police arrived and everybody scarpered. I had minor bruising, cuts here and there and was shook up aswell as everybody else in the taxi. We weren't able to give a statement that night as we had been drinking, however the following morning all four of us in the taxi aswell as the taxi driver went to make statements. The pub owner told us the name of the people involved and so this person was the name we gave in our statements. It turns out this person is well known as a trouble causer in our area as are his family and is well known to the police.

Anyway, later down the line, i decided it in our best interest that we don't go to court, as it will make it very difficult for us to live in the same village if the defendant gets locked up which is highly likely.

We retracted our statements, but three of the witnesses didn't want to. The CPS have since contacted us and told us that if we do not attend voluntarily we will be issued with a witness summons, which essentially forces us to go to court, otherwise we become criminals and can get arrested, prison time and/or fines.

I dont know where to turn now really, i am adamant that i don't want to go to court for fear of reprisals as is my girlfriend also a witness, these people live literally 2 minutes away from my girlfriends work and them and their yobbo associates frequent our area, they know were we live, it wouldn't be very nice if we were to bump into them in the supermarket, local pub etc.... having sent down their friend.

I spoken to witness support, wrote them a letter which they forwarded onto the CPS, but they are still forcing us to go to court.

Is there some kind of appeal that i can make to some higher authority? as the victim of the crime i feel like nobody gives any second thought to my well being and safety, it feels like i have no option and i am loosing sleep over it and its stressing me out, hence why im asking here at 3am in the morning, because i can't find any answers on google.

My options as i see it are limited:

- Move abroad for a while and miss the court case, possibly get arrested on return
- Stay at home and miss the court case
- Go to court but say nothing and get arrested for contempt of court
- Go to court and say i can't remember and then have my witness statement forced infront of me to "refresh" my memory
- Go to the doctors for depression and try and get them to excuse me from court!!?!
- Make some kind of appeal to some higher authority
- Myself and my girlfriends witness statements were taken in the same room, while we were both present, im not sure this is correct, who can i complain to about this?!

Im at a loss and really struggling, any help much appreciated.


i have a criminal record for dangerous driving which was 5 years ago now, and wondering if i will be able to be a taxi driver on not with me having a conviction and it being driving related ,,, i was convicted of dangerous driving and banned from driving for 3 years but now i have a full licence and its clear


It might turn into a book if it's long enough and I don't run out of ideas lol. It's called A Strange Love but i'm up for title suggestions as well.

Long ago in a small town, a man of pale almost white skin and honey gold eyes came to visit. This man was a creature of the night, a creature humans herd about only in scary stories. But one fateful night as the tiny town of cherry wood slept under the cover of darkness that very creature of fear came to them with hunger on his UN dead mind. He stalked the streets only to stop under a street light and stare as a women walked to unlock her front door after a late night at work. The creature ran to her faster than light and sound itself only to grip his strong arms around her and pears her bare neck while looking into her emerald green eyes. At that moment a strong feeling came over him, a feeling so strong that his heart almost began to beat in his hallow chest. The women managed to get out two questions before the venom got into her veins she looked up to the creature standing before her and asked a�?Who are you? What are you?a�? and before she passed out he answered a�?my name is Fredrick and I am a vampire, but you need not worry my love it will all be ok now.a�? That was all it took, that moment when a vampire fell for a human and instead of killing her, he changed her. Soon it spread and the whole town became a town of vampires known as the town of darkness that everyone was afraid of. That is the story I was told since I was a little girl and I was always afraid but as I got older I found it harder to believe the childish story my parents would tell me to get to behave. But today as my parents scream at one another I am here in my light blue bedroom packing some belongings into my backpack ready to run away to that very place I was so afraid of as a child. My room was on the second floor so all I had to do was climb out my window to the very green grass my dad takes so much pride in, I had saved ahundred dollers from babysitting, dog walking and helping around the neighbourhood for this moment.
a�?Where to missa�? The cab driver asked, he was an older man with black hair and a beard. People always said to stay away from these type of people and to never talk to them, I never understood that and I still dona��t, he was going to be the one to take me to Cherry Wood also known as the town of darkness.
a�?Cherry Wood pleasea�? I asked looking out the window of the back seat at my old home and the only home ia��ve ever known.
a�?Are you sure miss that is a long drive and you know the stories about that town dona��t you?a�? The driver asked
a�?Yes I know, can you just drive pleasea�? I said still looking out the window making sure my parents haddena��t noticed the yellow taxi that was clearly standing out in frount of the house.
a�?Alright if your sure, it will probuly come to nindyeight dollersa�? He explaned
a�?Thata��s finea�?
I know there are spelling and grammer mistakes I just relized I forgot to put spell cheak/grammer cheak.
ok so the whole gold eyes and pale sking thing I just wanted to tell you he's not the main carater. I have the main caraters maped out already and he's not one of them.


I want to become a taxi driver but i want to no is it a hard job?


Do i buy my taxi? and become an independent contractor to a local cab company or what? if so and am independent contractor, i assume i can pick and choose the calls i want. and the people i pick up. and the neighborhoods i wanna work in. comments please.


Well, the title says it all - my family is having issues.

Dad - works one day a WEEK
He's too lazy to work, and he is always complaining about how hard it is to have an occupation as a taxi driver (night shift). He incessantly rants on about how much energy it takes to drive me and my brother to places....and he is such a child. Whenever he needs money for petrol, buying some groceries, SIMPLY EVERYTHING A NORMAL FATHER SHOULD PROVIDE FOR HIS CHILDREN - he turns to his dad (my grandpa. He plays on the nintendo d.s or the psp when he is free, which according to my dad, is not often.

The money that he earns (not much anyway) goes to purely himself because he is selfish. He spends it on expensive watches that he likes, such as Rolex, Breitling, etc. He is a very selfish man, and whenever I say to him that he needs to go to work, he says that he loves me (as a daughter) but he cant because it's too energy-consuming.

He also won't work if it is raining that day. But no, according to him, he can only work on Sunday, no other day, because its the most 'pleasant' day for taxi drivers that day.

He also gives me $8 a week to spend on what I want... which is good compared to the people in third world countries, however pathetic when he expects that to fund for my - CLOTHING, LEISURE STUFF (going shopping with friends..etc) AND STUFF THAT I WANT.

Because my dad doesn't work, he can drive me to school, and so all my friends are suspicious of him not working.


MUM - SO STINGY AND DOESN'T UNDERSTAND
My mum gives me $3 a week to fund for my clothing, leisure stuff and what I want, which adds the total to $11 a week for all that. Believe it or not - I don't have a bed because she thinks that sleeping on the floor is good for your back. I've told her a million times I need a bed, but hey, she's as stubborn as a mule. She also doesn't understand that $3 with the additional $8 from my dad, a week from her isn't enough to fund for my things. She also has this illusion that if i go to sleepovers, it will become a habit, and just then we had a huge argument about sleepovers. She believes that I will never come back from sleepovers, and was so desperate for me not to go that she rang my bestfriend's mum to find out if she lets her daughter go.

We went to Hongkong last year April, and since then, she hasn't bought my brother a t-shirt, or any jeans until last week. She claims that beacuse she was uneducated she doesn't havea good job. She chose to work at a volunteer place, and she doesn't get payed, but why can't she work at Woolworths or something to have some sort of income???

BROTHER
My brother is generally alright, but he sucks up to my mum, asking her if I was allowed to go to one of my bestfriend's sleepovers, even though I wanted to drop the subject. He also curses my dad and shouts at him and hits him at times.

GRANDPA -
My granpa is the sufferer in this family, for he has done nothing wrong, yet he has to deal with us. I admit, sometimes his anger and frusttration bottled up, may burst out, but it's not his problem. We survive on his fortune that he saved up when he was working like 20 years ago.

Me - Well, I admit I've got bad aspects. I shout really loud when I'm uipset, which makes my grandpa sad, and I can't stop it though. It's too natural. Also, my mum claims that I go out to socialise too much, although my friends go out twice as much as I do. By the way, Im 13.

PLEASE HELP ME
P.s i want to know what to do!! thx


Life is hard, therea��s no doubt about it. Some people are lucky in life. Everything is handed to them, everything goes right. I used to imagine I was one of those people. Not that I pretended to be, just that I felt I was. But the truth was that I was like everyone else, and everyone else was lucky too.
I am a coward. This is a fact I have known for many years. I never used to be so afraid. I was my daddya��s brave little girl, but after I was married and moved to the city I changed. I stayed home when my husband went to work and didna��t know what to do with myself for those long hours alone. Thata��s when I became afraid. The sun would set, and the shadows would creep in, and every noise was one thousand times magnified. I had nothing to occupy myself with. There were machines to do my laundry, machines to make my bed, and machines to have a meal on the table before my husband, Guy, was home. I thought about having children, but envisioned myself pulling my hair out over a screaming bundle, with a red squished up face, and shuddered. I acquired things that would entertain me for hours at a time; the latest model of a seashell radio that would fit right in my ear, a wall television, and two more wall televisions. Using them became part of my everyday routine, and I used them so much that they became like family to me, material possessions I could not live without.
a�?Hello? Hello? Are you still there Mrs. Montag?a�? The operator buzzing in my ear brought me back to reality. Books are banned, books are illegal I thought you are doing the right thing. I hung up the phone. It was too late anyways. I was sure that one of my friends had already called to report us. Guy was being a fool, exposing his books to our guests and reading to them like that was an everyday thing, like it wasna��t wrong. I had to leave. The firemen would come for me too. The firemen would come and burn my parlour, and my kitchen, and my entire life for the last seven years. None of the suitcases I owned would ever hold all of the things I wanted to take with me. I picked up things that should have no meaning to me, things that my friends had convinced me I needed, and crammed them in a brown leather suitcase. I called a taxi, and when I heard the sirens screaming up the road, racing to destroy the books I had placed in plain view on the kitchen table, I darted towards the door.
Outside, the fire trucks screeched to a halt on the pavement and men crawled out of the trucks like ants from their nest. Neighbours, awakened by the noise, came outside in their housecoats and slippers to enjoy the show. I saw Captain Beatty climb down the drivera��s side of one of the trucks. The Captain towered over every other member of the fire department. He had always scared me, possibly because I thought that in twenty years Guy might be the same way. Guy would be in the same truck. The door opened on the other side, a leg swung out. I needed to leave, I needed to go. I heard Guya��s voice, confused and bewildered. I rushed towards the taxi that had just pulled up. I almost turned around when he called my name. I rushed faster, and climbed into the beetle. It seemed like as soon as I sat down, I was almost at the hotel. I remember looking back to see Guya��s face, hurt and surprised, before turning around to tell the driver the address of the hotel.
We met in Chicago. It feels like it was just yesterday, yet so many years ago at the same time. I feel so much older now, or maybe just more tired. We were 17, he was training to be a fireman, and I was visiting an aunt for the summer. Most people nowadays say that love doesna��t exist anymore, that we marry out of convenience, and the government will pay money to those who have children, but I remember feeling like he was all I wanted for the rest of my life. I wanted to have children too. I wanted to be a good mother, like my mother would have been if she didna��t die young, and I wanted Guy to be a good father, I wanted our kids to look like him.
The hotel room was getting dark, and watching TV seemed like a good distraction to me. I hunted for the remote and after failing to find it I walked up to the TV and pressed the power button. The local news channel flashed on the screen. The scene unfolding on the screen disturbed me, but caught my attention. A helicopter camera zoomed down to a disoriented looking man, though his face was rather blurry. A metal animal with eight legs and glowing green eyes burst onto the scene. The man on his evening walk had no chance. In a matter of seconds he was dead. It was not this scene that disturbed me. The local news often televised the mechanical hound on a hunt, and Guy often described it to me. It was the words that the reporter said after that struck me. a�?Montag is dead.a�?
Something in my head told me to leave the city. Maybe it was just fight or flight response. I rented a car and drove past the city limits and out into the countryside. Houses and barns rushed past me as I got fart
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So, I am 17 and when I was 13 my best friend, who was 15, of over 2 years died. It is a long story, but a week before he died him and I got into a huge fight. He called me, with my enemy on the phone, and tried to cause drama. Four days before he died, he explained that she was blackmailing him so we made up. The day he died, he was walking around all day drunk. Everyone knew it. He was talking about how he was on a mission. Later around 6 P.M., he asked where my boyfriend was. I told him and begged him to stay at my house. He told me he was fine. Around 11 P.M. everyone within a half of a mile heard the crash. He was run over by a semi-truck. An hour later, I learned he was pronounced dead. Well, I ran away and stayed out until 4 or so in the morning with some friends. When I come home, alone and by myself, a taxi was outside of my house waiting. He had the light on top of the car off. I become scared. When I tried to ignore the taxi driver, he said "Did you call for a taxi?" and I replied no and kept walking. He pulled backwards and said "are you sure?" and I told him that I would check to make sure no one else from my house called. He told me something along the lines of " It's okay, don't worry about it, Ia�?ll just keeping waiting because someone called" and I ignored him. I went inside and asked my cousin and she said no one called. When I looked, the taxi cab was gone. I proceeded to go into the kitchen to get something to eat because of my upset stomach. While in the kitchen, I saw the taxi sort of roaming around the house for a little while and he had his light back on. I thought it was weird and creepy at the time, but I can't help but to wonder now if it was some sort of message or just a coincidence. I mean, our neighborhood was extremely bad and I have never seen a taxi in that area before then or since then. Was it a message? If so, what could it have been?
Hey! There's no need to be rude. And no, not on drugs. Maybe I couldn't fully comprehend at the time because of being emotionally drained and having a lack of sleep?? It happened and it was creepy at the time. Thanks for all of the opinions and thoughts I have received thus far! I truly do appreciate it.





I am not interested in becoming a professional taxi driver, but would like to learn some of the routes used by the professionals to move about London. I understand that all students get a "Blue Book" from which to memorize 300-some "routes".

Where can I get a copy of this?


Do I have to have a certain driver license or any other documentations?


Ah... The eternal quest for veritas begins once again...

I'm in one of my philosophizing moods. It was a good day. I went to the top of one of my favorite hills in my city and sat and watched the city. This is kind of how I diffuse, filter, and sort my thoughts on various days when my mind is thinking about several things.

As I watched the sun set over my native Baltimore, I wondered why our world is like the way it is. Injustice, racism, class inequalities, isolation, loneliness, wars being caused because of tensions between countries etc.

It is another consequence of being human or is it just how the world naturally would be?

Is it greed? Is it the fact that many people want more than the next man and will do whatever it takes to reach that level? Is it misunderstanding, miscommunication? Is it the fact that something gets lost in translation throughout our daily encounters?


The Caucasian wall street banker can't go into the shoes of the a Middle-Eastern taxi driver? Or the Asian girl who comes from a conservative background can't relate to her friends who spend every weekend partying, while she stays at home restricted by her parents?


I personally think one of the reasons the world is the way it is now is because of the miscommunication between us. We can't relate with people. It's true that we like people who look like us. White men can relate a lot with white men. Black men can relate with black men. Asian men can relate with asian men. Hispanic men can relate with hispanic men.

So on, so forth. However, coming from a biracial background, it's hard to relate with one group, so I get a chance to step back from it all and observe.

Just the fact that we are different causes conflict. Conflict initiates seperation. Seperation initiates more isolation, which makes us less unified and more indifferent to the other person. We couldn't care whether they live or die.

Just the warmth felt in this country after September 11th was ridiculous. It was overwhelming. It brought us back together and made us realize we are one. Then, after the flames of the towers died down, so did the flames in our hearts, and then our hearts revert back to cold, cold, cold stone.


Perhaps this is just a consequence of being human or maybe one day in an age of progressivism, the human race can overcome the superficialities that separate us now and become united in bliss.


These are just my ramblings. What do you think?
I was hoping that people would probably want to post something meaningful and maybe reflect on some stuff, but I guess people don't want to do that.

You think THIS is too long to read?

Don't you read books?
I didn't say I knew it all. What made you think that? I'm just saying what I observe.