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  • Indonesia ingin buat serangan siber terhadap Singapura

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    Salam sejahtera kepada semua pembaca dari admin Rilek1Corner.

    Kami mendapat informasi bahawa ada kelompok orang Indonesia ingin melancarkan satu serangan siber terhadap negara Singapura.

    Operasi serangan ini bertajuk #OpSingapura akan dilancarkan dalam masa yang terdekat menyusuli satu perselisihan faham diantara negara Singapura dan Indonesia mengenai kapal KRI Usman-Harun baru-baru ini.

    Melihat situasi yang semakin tegang, kami di Rilek1Corner ingin mengingatkan semua terutama sekali rakyat Singapura tentang pentingnya bersatu-padu pada masa ini. Jangan berpaling tadah.

    Semoga kita rakyat Singapura tabah menghadapi cabaran yang mendatang.

    Sama-samalah kita mendoakan yang terbaik untuk negara kita.

  • Malay Minah Confessed About Her Life as KTV Hostess

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    My name is Chanel. It is not a real name but it seems glued to me since 2005. I am trying to end this bitterness. I am one of the many girls who named themselves Chanel in this industry. Nope I am not a brand, but I am a commodity.

    Some call it GRO, some call it FL. Malays call us butterflies.

    Yes. I am a freelance KTV hostess. I move around and I’m on the go.

    I think I am good at what I do. With the looks that I have, it is an easy breezy job. Men would call my Mummy and requests me to attend to them. Some nights I will not be able to even sit in a room for more than 15 minutes. But those were glory days where many men enjoy going to sleazy KTVs. Now, business is bad and we girls suffered. That’s why I moved and changed to 8-5 job. More stable income, besides I have a proper life and sleep. I should refrain from night time activities because it brings more harm than good to my life and my body and my future. Besides, I have a daughter and she needs me more now. But it’s hard to stop when money is good. Some good nights I can bring back up to 1500 – 2000 bucks. Bad nights, 200-300. Ugly girls get 20 for hand job or blowjob and that is considered good enough for them to buy cigarettes. Pathetic.

    Many men questioned why I chose this aged old profession? Why I chose to be an ‘entertainer’ cum prostitute? Money is my answer and I need it quick to feed my daughter and my family.

    I started when I was 16 years old. But most people thought I looked 18 because I like to put on a lot of make up and the stuff that I took coupled with the late nights aged me by additional 5 years.

    It was one of the girls in the group who got us into this. Jade has a sister named Nicole who was a Mummy in one of the most frequented Malay KTVs in Singapore at one time. So one night when the KTV had a lot of VIP customers, Nicole needed fresh faces, we were roped into the whole scene because she claimed that we can get free booze all night, free food, and sing karaoke all at no charge. Also we need not sleep with these men but just be very friendly with them so they will give us extra money at the end of the night. Nicole also reminded us to choose a nickname for ourselves.

    I was excited. All sponsored, fun-filled entertainment with my girlfriends plus free drinks? Wow, at 16, who wouldn’t want free enjoyment? All I want is to get high and get paid for such an easy task. We were told to dress sexy, and I had borrowed a skimpy black lacy dress from my cousin that was hard to wear in public.

    We went there it was awkward because we were told to line up in a straight line and the customers would pick and choose who they like. I was one of the chosen four girls and they made me sit beside a nice smelling Malay man named Faz. He was my first ever customer.

    Faz: What’s your name dear?
    Me: My name…alamak…
    Faz: hai,…nama pon tak tahu? Jade ke? Candy ke?, Gucci ke?
    Me: My name is Chanel.
    Faz: wow …ada kelasss…. baru dapat ilham ke?
    Me: hehehehe…

    Faz works in an oil and gas industry. I’m not sure what he does exactly but I am sure the money he earned was illegal. The last I know, he is still married with 1 kid. He was 41 then but he looked younger than his age. A clean cut look and nice smelling cologne. He greeted me with a smile.

    Faz did told me that he earned his money from black gold through manipulation. I dunno how it works but I’m sure he is loaded with money because all he had was cold hard cash and stacks of 1000 notes. At that sight, I told myself, I want his money.

    We made them ordered a lot of drinks as Mummy had earlier instructed. I remember he ordered several bottles of Cordon Bleu and Chivas. It was my first time drinking Cordon Bleu and I never knew how it was supposed to be drank until Faz taught me the ways.

    By the time, the clock hit 2 am, I was high. We were mixing a lot of drinks including Tiger and I knew my liver still wasn’t immune to the massive alcohol intoxication. So we switched on the good old RnB MTV to sweat it out and dance it off. All of us girls started to gather at the area around the TV and did our sexy dance. Then we moved on to the table, shifted the drinks and stood on the table and did our moves. It was crazy.

    I didn’t realised Faz left the KTV room until he grabbed me from behind and said
    “Abang datang sayang..” (I am here dear..). It was 3 am, suddenly the music got louder and the room was darker. Mummy had dimmed the lights!

    I turned around and looked everyone was back at their seats. No more laughter, no more chatter. Suddenly the room became quiet with faint moans and murmurs. As soon as my eyes got adjusted to the dark room, I realised all my girlfriends were naked. They were busy doing BJ, HJ, smooching, fucking!

    What was I supposed to do? I wasn’t ready for this kind of thing. I looked at Faz and went pale. He signaled me to leave the room. We left the room, he paid the mummy some money and we fled.

    I was still in shock and Faz knew I was scared wits. He told me that was hostess life and knew I was new to the scene. He told me to reject any calls for freelance.

    Faz: Dear, jangan kerja macam ni lagi..nah ambik ni 200 jangan datang lagi kat sini…
    Me: But I need money…
    Faz: you are so young, so beautiful..go and study…get a good job..
    Me: I don’t want to study, I just want to work and have a lot of money macam Mummy…just that I don’t want to do what my friends just did.. tak boleh..
    Faz: if you work there, sooner or later you will have to do what they did…lucky tonight you met me and I brought you out..kalau tidak..
    Me: kalau tidak aper?…but then how..i need the money…
    Faz: okay since you nak jugak degil kepala batu nak kerja jugak with your friends, why not you come and work whenever I come over…I pay you double…
    Me: Double? Brapa eh? Best nye!
    Faz: It depends, tapi sayang nak tak?
    Me: okay ah, asalkan ada duit..Abang datang sayang…hehe
    Faz: Abang datang sayang….

    Faz sent me home in his BMW. We exchanged numbers and he told me to contact him. I didn’t do so because I wasn’t sure whether I should. He called me a few days later and told me he was going to the KTV again with another bunch of business partners. He asked if I am free to work that night.

    ***

    I was an hour late because I had to travel down to Clementi to borrow another dress from my cousin.

    Faz: Abang datang sayang…wah jambu seh Chanel..sexy..dari ngantuk tunggu you sampai terbeliak mata sekejap..tak payah minum kopi…
    Me: hehe..thanks..sorry eh lambat…pegi pinjam baju…tapi sendat sikit..sesak nafas ni..macam nak merekah..
    Faz: besar sangat tu..
    Me: mentel ah Abang Faz ni..
    Faz: mentel pon you suka kan?

    We were more intimate that night. We talked really closely to each other. I used my fake pasar malam Chanel Allure Sensuelle perfume which worked just fine. He liked it.

    I served him very well. Poured drinks, sang several duet songs with him. Ziana Zain and Awie Sembilu. Then Awie and Ella Baldu Biru and many other jiwang songs. I knew his other friends were envious and kept asking for my contact number, but he was guarded about me. That night during RnB, we kissed. He slowly unzipped my dress and I became nervous. I’m sure he was happy with what he saw and touched. Luckily we were seated in the corner of the room. Within seconds, I was naked. I unzipped and pulled down his pants. We did it that night.

    And I got 1 piece 1000 note.

    That was a good quickie but I felt shitty after that. To numbed myself further, I sanked further into shithole and got myself busy with more assignments at the KTV. I felt sick in the stomach everytime I attend to the men. I drank more, and I got bolder and more numbed.

    Faz became frequent at the KTV because I was there until one day he stopped like many of them. I dunno why. Maybe his wife found out, maybe he got caught by CPIB. Maybe he changed for the better. Maybe…

    Soon I created a name for myself and became popular. Too popular.

    My name is Chanel. And now, I want to change and I want to lead a normal life.

    Source: My Name Is Chanel 

  • Muslim wants burning of incense banned in SG

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    Salaam.

    I think it is time for those who have upper respiratory ailments and asthma to have their views known to Mr Vivian Balakrishnan, the Minister of the Environment & Water Resources that we have had enough of this years of suffering, choking and having to run to the hospital in the middle of the night as our neighbours irresponsibly burn their incense right below our window sending dangerous and choking particles into our throats. We have the right to a clean air. I believe that neighbour burning of incense should be banned. Instead, the government should allocate particular locations where the burning could be done equipped with air pollution removal facilities. In the current dry spell with strong winds, it can dangerous as the grasses are dry and would catch fire easily. Secondly, the pollution is direct and at very high level.

    Wallahu a’lam.

    Abdul Hakeem Mohd Ismail

    Source: http://on.fb.me/1fHt6di

  • Muslim converts to Catholic

    Semoga Allah memberikan pedoman kepada mereka yang tersesat jalan.

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    I am a born Muslim and now in the journey of getting myself baptized in the Catholic faith. I went through many years of hesitations and I’ve finally find myself at peace with the catholic faith. I’m hoping that everyone around would assist me in this journey towards the path of god. I’ve received my calling and I’ve felt god in ways I’m unable to describe. I want to build a relationship with god and not fear him. But as I go more in depth in the catholic faith, I realize that the transition from being a Muslim to a Catholic is not easy. I’ve receive my share of trials and challenges. My dear brother/sister, are you able to assist me with the following queries:

    • How discreet would me as a convert be between my family and me? I do not want to disclose any information regarding my faith to my family yet as I do not wish to jeopardize my close knit relationship with my mother. I understand that its not easy for any Muslim parent to be able to receive the news but I’m head strong with my decision in my faith. I believe I’m past the legal age to make my own decision and I do have my legal rights to keep this matter from them. I love my family but I’m loving god more.

    • How do I go about this journey legally? I’ve heard from past converts that MUIS will want to meet me personally for a few counseling sessions – is this true?

    Isaac Cassanova

    Sumber: http://bit.ly/1eFBIj7

  • CONFESSION: REGRET WEARING HIJAB

    I have considered for a very long time before writing this. It is personal and extremely controversial especially at this moment but I just want to share my story. While writing this brief life story, please do not judge me for my action.

    I am a Muslimah and I want to take off my Hijab. I have been thinking about this for years.

    I started wearing the Hijab when I was still in my early teens. A few of my best friends had been talking about it because there were very few people around us were doing it. We thought that it would be unique and we will be taken noticed by people. Being young, we soon decided to do it. After toying with the idea for weeks, I went to my friend’s house for a visit after school one day and it was then that she decided to dressed up and put on a Hijab. I decided to do it too and borrowed a Hijab from her. We left the house feeling extremely proud of ourselves. I felt so excited about wearing it unaware of the consequences more so when close friends were also wearing it.

    I went home that day and told my family of my decision to wear the Hijab. My father was surprised but felt that I was not ready due to my tender age but my mom was indifferent about the issue. There were those who asked if I was mad but I had do it. My close friends were wearing it and I didn’t want to be an outcast. Eventually, my father relented. I was so happy and I was busy matching my clothes with a pretty headscarves. There were people who called me stylish and pretty. I saw it as a major way of getting compliments and I realised I could get boys’ attention easily. Sadly, I didn’t do it for Islam or Allah and I sure didn’t understand the real reason behind the Hijab. I just wanted to be different from most other girls. It felt I was celebrated when I don the Hijab, I received so much flattery and encouragement that I felt that it was just the right thing to do.

    As any teenager, I faced the usual highs and lows of teenage life. Although Hijab was not a hindrance to my life but I am unsure if it was the right decision then. At first, it was like good. The attire kept away evil eyes and give people the modest impression. It enabled me to get the attention from boys that I fancy and I was still able to go out as normal with the boys. After a short few years, I started considering removing the Hijab. I felt unattractive, boring and restricted by the way how people perceived I should behave. It was not that I wanted to behave slutty or whatsoever but I just felt so bounded by the society. I cannot be myself. I cannot be the noisy, happy, funny girl when I’m at home. I felt that I was losing my sense of individuality and identity. I felt just like one of the girls. I began to dislike leaving the house. I felt ugly but after wearing it for years, I have no real reasons to remove it. I felt that there was pressure as people around me will start questioning me if I remove it. I felt an immense pressure to conform. Even when I leave the house, I walk with my head down and my eye fixed on the ground. I lost my self confidence and constantly feeling unsure of myself. I really have no intention to do anything haraam and I dress very modestly.

    I worked hard in school but I realised I started to have very low self-esteem. It was only later that I realised some Muslimah are hypocritical. There were those who wear the Hijab but with really tight clothing showing their figure. There were also those who wear clothing that shows faint outline of their G-string or those who unbutton their top revealing a little cleavage. Just the other day, I even observed a man ogling at a non-Muslim girl in the presence of his wife who dons a Hijab. I now realised that I didn’t really doubt Allah. I was questioning the reality of Muslims nowadays. I want to remove all restrictions and relive, relearn, realise the true face of my religion without any feelings of suffocation. I know I could be despised by the society but I’m sure Allah will understand and eventually forgive. He knows deep down why I am doing this.

    I had been having this continuous struggle for years and thinking of it every single day. The thoughts of removing off the Hijab are haunting me. If Islam is really about patience and merciful, I hope to eventually find peace with Allah but away from restrictions, especially the rules created by the society. All I want is to rediscover Islam without any frustrations and the freedom to differentiate what Allah told us to follow and what the community is currently doing. I know I will become close to Allah and truly understand the meaning of a true Muslimah.

    Diana Ibrahim 

    Sumber: http://bit.ly/1aP6QBm