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Pump Attendant Infects Minors With STDs

A 24-year-old man who had unprotected sex with a 13-year-old girl on multiple occasions, passing on sexually transmitted diseases to her, was jailed for 30 months yesterday.

Abdul Rashid Mohamed Sam pleaded guilty to three charges of sexual penetration of a minor. Another seven counts were taken into consideration for sentencing.

The offences took place between October 2013 and January last year. At the time, Abdul Rashid was 22 and working as a petrol kiosk pump attendant.

He got to know the girl through a 42-year-old cobbler who told him that he could have sex with her.

The cobbler, Terence Ng Kean Meng, was the girl’s godfather.

Ng was sentenced to 14 years in prison and 14 strokes of the cane in May, after he admitted to three counts of statutory rape and penetrating the girl with his finger.

A few days after Abdul Rashid was introduced to the girl, he asked her to be his girlfriend.

She agreed and met him at the void deck of an HDB block in the Holland Close area the same day.

While at the void deck, the two began hugging and kissing.

At about 1am, they went to a sports court, partially undressed themselves, and had unprotected sexual intercourse.

Abdul Rashid’s offences came to light when the girl was taken by her secondary school teachers to lodge a police report last February.

She was referred by the police for a medical examination, and tested positive for chlamydia and gonorrhoea. Police investigations revealed that Abdul Rashid sought and received medical treatment at the Department of Sexually Transmitted Infections Control Clinic in 2011 as well as on May 14 last year.

He tested positive for both infections in February 2011, and for chlamydia in October 2011, December 2011 and May last year.

Source: www.straitstimes.com

July 21, 2015
Nabil Ahmad Minta Maaf Tak Tegur Azwan Ali Di Tanah Suci

KUALA LUMPUR: Pelawak dan pengacara, Nabil Ahmad, tidak melatah ditempelak Azwan Ali dan memilih untuk memohon maaf secara terbuka kepada Azwan Ali di laman sosial Twitter.

Azwan menempelak Nabil kerana dikatakan tidak menegurnya dan bersikap sombong ketika mengerjakan ibadat umrah, baru-baru ini.

“Saya sebenarnya tidak nampak kelibat dia pun di Jeddah sampai ke KLIA. Jadi, bagaimana saya hendak menegur beliau kerana saya tak nampak pun dia (Azwan)?

“Tak pernah lagi saya tak menegur orang kalau sudah nampak depan mata. Saya malas nak melayan isu ini dan kalau boleh hendak menjauhkan diri daripada perkara negatif.

“Lagipun saya baru pulang dari rumah Allah, malaslah hendak bergaduh. Oleh itu, saya memilih untuk memohon maaf di Twitter.

Saya rasa tindakan itu paling tepat untuk dilakukan oleh saudara Islam kepada saudara Islam,” kata Nabil kepada BH Online.

Azwan memuatkan kata-kata menempelak itu di laman twitternya. Sementara itu, Nabil turut meluahkan rasa gembiranya kerana berjaya menjejakkan kaki ke Tanah Suci selama tempoh 10 hari.

Baginya, pengalaman 10 hari di Tanah Suci itu sangat berharga dan sukar untuk diungkap dengan kata-kata.

“Alhamdulillah, saya berjaya menunaikan umrah untuk tempoh 10 hari.

Pengalaman berada di sana begitu menakjubkan dan saya bersyukur kerana dipanggil menjadi tetamu ke rumah Allah.

“Keadaan agak sibuk di sana kerana orang berkejar untuk malam Lailatul Qadar. Kenangan beribadat untuk 10 malam terakhir itu memang tak dapat saya lupakan.

“Pada mulanya saya risau juga hendak meninggalkan isteri dengan dua orang anak saya. Kami pun tak pernah berenggang namun semuanya berjalan dengan lancar,” katanya.

Source: http://peraktoday.com.my

July 21, 2015
Imran Ajmain Beraya Di Amsterdam Demi Ibu Yang Kemurungan

Beraya di Amsterdam iaitu di rumah kakak kandungnya! Itulah keputusan yang dibuat oleh penyanyi kelahiran Singapura, Imran Ajmain pada sambutan raya kali ini.

Keputusan itu dibuat demi ibunda tercintanya yang sering saja mengalami masalah kemurungan yang agak kronik setelah kehilangan suaminya (bapa Imran Ajmain) yang tercinta kira-kira 2 tahun lalu dan Imrain pula perlu berada di sisi ibunya pada setiap masa.

“Alhamdulilah ibu saya semakin pulih, jadi untuk raya tahun ini saya ambil keputusan untuk sambut raya di Limburg yang merupakan sebuah perkampungan gaya Holland di Amsterdam.

“Saya memilih untuk beraya di sana kerana anak saudara saya tidak dapat bercuti untuk Aidilfitri tahun ini, jadi saya bawa ibu saya ke sana untuk bertemu dengan cucunya.

“Kemungkinan saya berada di Amsterdam dalam seminggu atau 2 minggu, cuma ibu saya sahaja akan berada di sana lama sikit dan dia akan ditemani oleh kakak saya,” kata Imran kepada portal Murai.com.my

Ketika ditanya apakah perbezaan beraya di Amsterdam berbanding Malaysia, lantas Imran menjawab apabila menjelangnya Syawal kesemua masyarakat Melayu akan saling kunjung mengunjungi di antara satu sama lain sambil menjamu selera.

“Beraya di sana jadi seronok disebabkan oleh budaya kunjung mengunjung itu, padahal kami tidak mengenali antara satu sama lain.

“Kami akan menghubungi menerusi laman sosial seperti Facebook, Twitter dan Instagram dan menerusi medium tersebut kami akan menghantar mesej secara peribadi untuk menanyakan lokasi rumah, masa dan waktu yang bersesuaian untuk bertemu.

“Itulah budaya muafakat yang berjaya menyatukan orang Melayu di Amsterdam tanpa sebarang prejudis dan meraikan Syawal dengan penuh kesyukuran,” katanya

Imran kini sudah menetap di Malaysia dan akan pulang ke Singapura sekiranya menerima undangan nyanyian mahu persembahan di majlis-majlis korporat.

“Saudara mara saya masih ada, kalau nak bertemu pun mereka akan datang ke Kuala Lumpur. Begitu juga sepanjang Syawal ini nanti,” tambah Imrain mengakhiri bicara.-murai.com

Source: http://peraktoday.com.my

July 21, 2015
12 Year Old Abang Is Both Father And Mother To Young Siblings

He cooks, dresses the kids up, takes them to school and stays up till 3am to finish his job.

The 12-year-old is known simply as “Abang” (or big brother in Malay) to his siblings. We are not using his real name.

He is a remarkable boy thrown into an unfortunate crisis. His biological father was allegedly abusive, his mother is unwell and his stepfather absent.

To his younger siblings, including a 30-month-old brother, Abang is father, brother and when he feeds, mother too.

His sad story begins with his parents’ divorce, five years after his birth.

Abang’s mother, who wants to be known only as Madam Nora, 35, remarried in 2008.

But Abang has not seen his stepfather since January after a slew of letters proclaiming outstanding credit card debts landed at Madam Nora’s mother’s flat in Woodlands.

The couple moved to the current rental flat last August.

Madam Nora, who has five children (three from her previous marriage and two with her current husband), says her husband owes $40,000.

To make matters worse, doctors at Tan Tock Seng Hospital have deemed Madam Nora unfit for work until the end of this year because of her health.

Before her injury, Madam Nora worked at the Woodlands Checkpoint as a Land Transport Authority customer service officer.

With his mother visiting hospitals and clinics almost three times a week for diabetes and chronic shoulder injury, Abang has no choice but to hold the fort at home.

“I need to help mama,” the soft-spoken boy tells The New Paper on Sunday during a visit to their two-room rental flat in Woodlands.

He is set to take his Primary School Leaving Examination this year.

“She is already sick and if I don’t help her, she will be alone,” he says.

Every day after school, he prepares lunch – it is usually fried rice or instant noodles – for his four younger siblings.

While his three siblings, aged 11, nine and seven, eat their lunch, Abang sits patiently feeding his 30-month-old brother.

“I used to make lunch in the rice cooker. But now we have new pans, so it is easier to make makan (Malay for food) for my adik (Malay for younger siblings)”.

The family is under the North West Home Fix Scheme, a collaborative effort between North West Community Development Council and Grassroots Organisations. The initiative aims to provide essential household items or repairs to upkeep basic living conditions.

The family recently received donations comprising cookware, slow cooker, gas stove, kitchen cabinet and a mattress.

ASSISTANCE

They also get financial assistance from several agencies including the Islamic Religious Council of Singapore and the Ministry of Social and Family Development (MSF).

Madam Nora says the family receives a combined total of $1,270 from the two in cash every month.

The young boy, 12, allows himself briefly to be a boy again when he plays with his precious kendama toy. He has no digital devices, and hardly watches TV. The toy is packed neatly away and has pride of place in the bare house when he is done. He then goes and gets the younger children to do their homework. TNP PHOTO: ARIFFIN JAMAR

An MSF spokesman says Madam Nora and her children are also provided with “Comcare financial assistance and assistance for medical, rental, utilities, and service and conservancy charges for the six-month period from July to December 2015”.

The family also gets $100 worth of North West Food Vouchers monthly as part of the North West Food Aid Fund.

To supplement the financial aid her family gets, Madam Nora prepares food packets for people who like her cooking.

Abang has to help her and because of that, he usually goes to sleep at 3am three times a week.

He tries his best at school and has passed all the subjects except mathematics.

“Sometimes, when I am in school, I feel tired but usually, it is okay. I can stay awake,” he says. Abang and his three siblings attend a primary school that is a 15-minute walk from their home.

Abang does not ask for anything for himself. But he does have one wish – to meet his football heroes. He says: “The LionsXII footballers are good. My favourite players are Khairul Amri, Sahil Suhaimi and Faris Ramli.”

When asked what he would do if he got the chance to meet them, he laughs and says: “I don’t think I will get to meet them. They are big stars.

“If I ever get the chance to meet them, I won’t know what to do but I think I will ask them to teach me ball tricks.”

He then excuses himself and goes back to helping his siblings with their homework.

“Sometimes, when I am in school, I feel tired but usually, it is okay. I can stay awake.”

– Abang, who often goes to sleep at 3am three times a week because he has to help his mother prepare food packets

Her hero amid health, money, marriage woes

BOND: Madam Nora and her five children are close. TNP PHOTO: ARIFFIN JAMAR

The young boy, 12, allows himself briefly to be a boy again when he plays with his precious kendama toy. He has no digital devices, and hardly watches TV, looking after his younger siblings, cooking, and cleaning for them. The toy is packed neatly away and has pride of place in the bare house when he is done. He then goes and gets the younger children to do their homework.

Madam Nora says she has not managed her diabetes.

She also has a chronic shoulder injury which she says was caused by an unattended dislocation years before.

According to a doctor’s letter, the injury means she is deemed unfit to work until the end of this year.

Having Abang, who she calls her “commander-in-chief”, has eased her burden.

“He really is my hero. He helps in any and every way that I need help, especially with the children.

“I do feel bad sometimes but he knows that I need all the help I can get and he is willing to do it,” Madam Nora says.

“Abang is also the only person I can confide in. He has matured quickly because he had to understand our situation.

“He hasn’t failed me once.”

Madam Nora recalls an incident when the financial situation was so bad that Abang took his daily $1 allowance from his mother, kept it for 30 days and subsequently put the $30 back into her wallet telling her “use it for yourself, mama”.

Her first marriage – from which she had her three children – ended when her ex-husband turned into an abusive alcoholic, says Madam Nora.

She tied the knot for the second time in 2008.

She remains married to the man, whom she says works at Certis Cisco Security.

But that relationship is troubled too. She has not seen him since January because he has been avoiding debt collectors over unpaid credit card debt amounting to $40,000.

LETTERS FROM BANKS

While the letters never reached their rental flat, Madam Nora has seen them – notices that came from two different banks – when the family lived at her mother’s flat.

Her husband’s absence, especially during times of trouble, has not quite put Madam Nora past the marriage.

She says he is still responsible towards the children.

He turned up at the hospital to sign the paperwork for Abang when he went for an operation in February, allowing the child’s hospital expenses to be deducted from his CPF.

Madam Nora says: “Abang is not his son. Yet he came to help sign off on his medical expenses”.

“He helps in any and every way that I need help, especially with the children.  I do feel bad sometimes but he knows that I need all the help I can get and he is willing to do it.”

– Madam Nora on her eldest son

A day in abang’s life

6am: Abang wakes up and gets ready for school.

6.45am: He takes his three younger siblings with him to school. It is a 15-minute walk.

2pm: School ends.

2.15pm: Abang and his siblings go to their grandmother’s flat, a 15-minute walk away to pick up their 30-month-old brother. They then walk 30 minutes to get home.

2.25pm: He prepares lunch for his siblings. He also feeds his baby brother.

3pm: They all take a shower. Abang bathes his youngest brother and puts him to bed for his afternoon nap. The rest start on their homework.

5pm: Abang takes a nap.

7pm: He helps his mother prepare dinner.

8pm: He helps his mother put the youngest boy to bed.

Midnight: He helps his mother prepare food orders for the next day. He also has to run errands including picking up groceries at the 24-hour supermarket nearby.

2.45am: Abang and his mother finish all the food preparation for the next day.

3am: He goes to bed.

Source: www.tnp.sg

July 21, 2015
Selamat Hari Raya From Amos Yee

So I was awake at around 8am (It’s a miracle) and I wondered why the fuck is my mother telling me to ‘hang my clothes nicely’ at 8am, she usually does it at 9:30 at night. So I inquired on the divergence of the constant variable, and apparently, she had a weekday off (fuck), because it was Hari Raya.

Now apparently, Hari Raya comparatively to the Chinese towards Chinese New Year (At least the ones in Singapore) Hari Raya is a fucking big deal to Malays, with their meetings of extended families that reach the 100s, profuse amounts of Malay delectables (Like the Onde-Ondes I treasure),and there’s only 1-2 days of the national holiday, but you guys can extend the celebration to over a week.

However, other than the Malays,the 13.3% (~0.718067 million (2013)), or other races compelled by neighbor pressure, typically no one else gives a fuck about the festival other than the fact that there is a work/school holiday. And also seeing what I had planned to do today, watching Attack On Titan and indulging in the 1st social gathering since I’d been released from prison (Yeah it actually took that long, I’m still a loner, I’m really just leading the life of a famous hermit), I didn’t even know.

Now most people opine that the majority of prisoners in Singapore, are black, and from what I have observed(Which of course, isn’t empirically substantive), they’re right. And if they’re mostly Black, they’re mostly Malay, which means my cellmates were mostly Malay, which means that most of them, celebrated Hari Raya. And since I was in prison for 5 weeks (Or 3 weeks in prison, and 2 weeks in the worst fucking place ever), that is the only reason I’m giving a solitary shit about this festival.

Now the benefits of being in prison while Malays are fasting a month before Hari Raya, is that their desires to be generous (Does that come from fasting?) and their resolute spirit to either eat less daily or engage in a full day hardcore fast (Which unlike me, they didn’t have the assistance of a mental stimulus fueled by unrelenting thoughts of suicide) while we were transitioning a move to the yard, they’d cover the food with a travel catalog and sneak the bread into my cell, so that my buddies and I could eat it later.

My Muslim cellmates, would tell me how important the festival was to them. One of them, dictated when he wanted to reveal his crime of Awol (which is apparently really easy to pull off), based on the date of Hari Raya, because if he admits his crime early enough, he could have the chance to finish his sentence before the festive season, so he can celebrate it with his children and family.

One of my fellas at IMH, who was intended to be discharged during Hari Raya, (and then subsequently be sent back after it was over, in the eyes of the family, there’s somehow an exception for tolerance to mental hysteria during Hari Raya) made the highly compelling argument that he was obligated to be released earlier, because he had to attain a suitable Hari Raya Baju.

Now, due to genetics or food (Probably the latter), he’s really fucking fat, and shops in Geylang Serai do not have shirts of sizes up to 3XL, and the man was measured to need 5, so if he wants the Malay shirt, it has to be tailor-made, and since he was probably released only like a day or two before, he probably won’t be able to get it. I hope he doesn’t have to celebrate Hari Raya nude, Muhammad wouldn’t like that, which is unfortunate for Australian Muslims.

So as I was in prison, frequently exposed to my Malay buddies’ love and desires to celebrate Hari Raya, I recalled that quote from Roger Ebert, which I can’t seem to remember and fucking find, so somebody if they can, please identify it and write it down on the comments section, but he said something along the lines of, there’s always something fascinating from the things that people derive great joy from. And thus from there, I too, started to develop a liking (Just a little), of this festival, of Hari Raya.

And this shows that even if initially you don’t give a solitary shit about something, if you take the chance to open your mind(or be obligated to due to boredom in Prison) from other people’s different passions and hobbies, you can develop an interest to those yourself, or at least, enough to write a Facebook post about.
And as I wander the world rife with fans of Twilight, Transformers, Justin Bieber and fucking K-pop, I resolve that though I might disagree with their preferences, and interests and tastes in general, I sure as hell won’t say that mine is somehow better, unless of course it concerns the existence of God, in which case, it’s pretty definitive.

And for all my Muslim pals who are unfortunate enough to have to be in prison during Hari Raya, because once I went out from prison, I heard from their family members that instead of backdating their months in remand, they were instead sentenced to RTC. It feels absolutely horrible I know, even more so when you can’t even see the message I’m writing that’s directed to you, it’s quite futile on my part I know. Do be assured, that for most cordial Malay families, they’re probably hoping that you’re doing well in prison, or gossiping and viciously lambasting you for committing a crime, either way, they’re thinking about you, which means you’re more important than the family member who attends the festive gathering, only to then sit quietly in the corner of the house, attempting to hide his complete inability to talk to people by flipping back and forth, the windows on his phone (That was me, it was fucking depressing) .

So fellow Malay friends, as I stay confined in my room staring at blood-spilled gore bursting from the entrails of exploding Titans, I’m glad people outside are experiencing the pleasures of social activities and food that took more than 5 minutes to prepare.
Happy Hari Raya. I hope you enjoy it.

Source: https://amosyee.wordpress.com

July 21, 2015