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  • 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 

  • Kepercayaan Pada Tangkal itu Syirik?

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    TANGKAL = Tapak kuda = Paku atau gunting kecil = Kulit haiwan = Kayu pokok = Tulisan mentera = Keris power = Air liur buaya power = Batu aqiq power = dan seumpamanya.

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    E. Kesyirikan dan Bahayanya :

    Jika bentuk-bentuk ibadah yang Allah syari’atkan dipalingkan dari Allah Azza Wa Jalla, atau secara bersamaan ditujukan kepada Allah Azza wa Jalla dan juga kepada selain-Nya, maka inilah yang disebut dengan kesyirikan.

    Di antara bentuk-bentuk kesyirikan yang masih diyakini oleh sebagian kaum Muslimin antara lain :

    1. Meminta suatu maslahat atau dijauhkan dari mudharat (bahaya) kepada kuburan Nabi, habib, wali, kyai dan lainnya, bernadzar dan menyembelih hewan untuk mereka.

    2. Mempercayai dan mendatangi dukun, paranormal, tukang sihir, orang pintar, tukang ramal dan yang sepertinya dan meminta perlindungan kepada jin.

    3. Mempercayai jimat, tongkat, tangkal, susuk kekuatan, pusaka, barang sakti, ramalan bintang, dan lainnya.

    4. Mempercayai dan menggunakan jampi-jampi, pelet, guna-guna dan lain-lain.

    Syirik merupakan kemaksiatan yang paling besar, kezhaliman yang paling zhalim dan dosa yang paling besar, yang tidak akan diampuni Allah Azza wa Jalla, jika pelaku syirik mati di atas syirik dan tidak bertaubat.

    Orang yang berbuat syirik adalah orang paling sesat, paling zhalim di muka bumi ini.

    Allah Azza wa Jalla berfirman:

    إِنَّ الشِّرْكَ لَظُلْمٌ عَظِيمٌ

    “… Sesungguhnya mempersekutukan (Allah) adalah benar-benar kezhaliman yang besar.”
    [Luqman: 13]

    Via ~ Ustaz Yazid bin Abdul Qadir Jawas

    http://almanhaj.or.id/content/3189/slash/0/kesyirikan-dan-bahayanya-akibat-orang-yang-berbuat-syirik/

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    Tangkal = Syirik

    Diriwayatkan Abdullah bin Mas’ud, Aku telah mendengar Rasulullah Shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam bersabda:

    إِنَّ الرُّقَى وَالتَّماَئِمَ وَالتِّوَلَةَ شِرْكٌ

    “Sesungguhnya jampi-jampi, azimat-azimat, dan guna-guna adalah syirik.”

    (HR. Imam Ahmad di dalam Musnad 1/381, Abu Daud di dalam Sunan-nya 7/630, Al-Hakim di dalam Al-Mustadrak 4/217, 418, At-Tabrani di dalam Al-Kabir 10503, dan Al-Baihaqi di dalam Sunan Al-Kubra 9/350)

    Imran bin Husain radhiallahu’anhu menuturkan bahawa Rasulullah Shallallahu’alaihi wasallam melihat seorang lelaki memakai gelang, kemudian baginda pun bertanya:

    ما هذه ؟، قال : من الواهنة، فقال : انزعها فإنها لا تزيدك إلا وهنا، فإنك لو مت وهي عليك ما أفلحت أبدا

    “Apakah itu?
    Lelaki itu menjawab : “Gelang penangkal penyakit”,

    lalu Nabi bersabda :
    “Lepaskan gelang itu, kerana sesungguhnya ia tidak akan menambah kecuali kelemahan pada dirimu,
    dan jika kamu mati sedangkan gelang ini masih ada pada tubuhmu maka kamu tidak akan beruntung selama-lamanya.”
    (HR. Imam Ahmad)

    Dari Abdullah bin ‘Ukaim Rasulullah Shallallahu’alaihi wasallam bersabda:

    من تعلق شيئا وكل إليه

    “Barang siapa yang menggantungkan sesuatu (dengan anggapan bahawa barang tersebut bermanfaat atau dapat melindungi dirinya), maka Allah akan menjadikan orang tersebut selalu bergantung kepadanya.”
    (HR. Ahmad dan At Tirmizi)

    Diriwayatkan dari Uqbah bin Amir, dalam hadis yang marfu’, Rasulullah Shallallahu’alaihi wasallam bersabda :

    من تعلق تميمة فلا أتم الله له، ومن تعلق ودعة فلا ودع الله له، وفي رواية : من تعلق تميمة فقد أشرك

    “Barang siapa yang menggantungkan Tamimah* maka Allah tidak akan mengkabulkan keinginannya, dan barang siapa yang menggantungkan Wada’ah* maka Allah tidak akan memberikan ketenangan kepadanya.”

    Dan di dalam riwayat yang lain Rasulullah bersabda :

    “Barang siapa yang menggantungkan tamimah maka dia telah berbuat kesyirikan.”
    (HR. Imam Ahmad)

    *Tamimah adalah sesuatu yang dikalungkan di leher anak-anak sebagai penangkal atau pengusir penyakit, pengaruh jahat yang disebabkan oleh rasa dengki seseorang, dan lain sebagainya.

    *Wada’ah pula adalah sesuatu yang diambil dari laut, menyerupai rumah kerang,
    menurut anggapan orang orang jahiliah dapat digunakan sebagai penangkal penyakit. Termasuk dalam pengertian ini adalah azimat.
    (Lihat Kitabut Tauhid karya Syeikh Muhammad bin Abdul Wahhab rahimahullah, Fathul Majid 1/650)

    Akibat dari Syirik

    إِنَّ اللّهَ لاَ يَغْفِرُ أَن يُشْرَكَ بِهِ وَيَغْفِرُ مَا دُونَ ذَلِكَ لِمَن يَشَاءُ

    “Sesungguhnya Allah tidak akan mengampuni dosa syirik kepada-Nya dan Dia akan mengampuni dosa lainnya yang berada di bawah tingkatannya bagi siapa saja yang dikehendaki oleh-Nya.”
    (QS. An Nisaa’: 116)

    Via ~ Al Baihaqqy

    Source: Bin Sajen

  • Exclusive Islamic WOW Run gathers likeminded hijabi Muslimahs at Marina Barrage

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    MasyaAllah…the event was truly amazing. As a first time 5km runner, I felt that everything went so smoothly, Alhamdulillah. Kudos to Efah and her strong committee members who had done an extremely fantastic job in pulling together this inaugural muslimah run event! Well done, ladies! *clapping hands in standing ovation*

    Hawa Hassan 

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    Rilek1Corner would like to congratulate the organizers of WOW RUN 14, especially to Mudzalifah Anuar (picture above in yoga stance) who is the founder of WOW Run 14. To all the speakers, Ambassadors, GOH, volunteers, and participants, it was a wonderful day filled with endorphins, inspirational words and hope.

    Dr Radiah Salim, Nurul Izzah Khamsani Dr Rufaihah Jalil, Fazlin Ibrahim, Siti Dzaleha Zainal, Noor Ain Masaid, and Saiyidah Aisyah.

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  • Minah Tudung Ambil Jam Tangan Orang Lain di Causeway Point

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    Stomper Ridwan was incensed to find out that a total strange had claimed a recently-purchased watch his family left behind at a food court in Causeway Point.

    After reviewing video footage of the incident recorded on the food court’s CCTV system, he has since lodged a report with the police.

    In his report, Stomper Ridwan wrote:

    “On Jan 24, I went with my family to Bagus, a food court in Causeway Point foodcourt, for dinner at about 7.45pm.

    “We left the area at around 8.15pm after dinner but accidentally left behind a small black plastic bag, which contained a Casio watch that my mum had just bought a few hours back.

    “When we realised what had happened at 9pm, we quickly rushed to the foodcourt and asked the manager if they had seen a small plastic bag that had a watch in it.

    “To our suprise, the manager told me that the watch had already been claimed by a shameless lady, pictured in the video, even though the item was obviously not hers.

    “We think she may have seen the watch after a cleaner took it out from the bag to confirm it was not rubbish to be thrown away.

    “All her actions have been captured on the CCTV video, and a police report have been filed.

    “This lady is a disgrace to the community!”

     

    Source: http://bit.ly/Mux4gJ

  • Aku seorang Muslim tapi Aku GAY – Ciptaan ALLAH

    I’m not proud of being gay. Because I don’t think it makes sense to be proud of being gay.

    You can only be proud of the things you put work in. If you have to work for it. If you have to work at it. I didn’t do anything to be gay. No work involved. I was born gay. So, it’s not something to be proud of. But not being proud of it does not mean I am ashamed of it. I’m neither proud nor ashamed of being gay. I just am.

    The same thing with being Malay. I was born Malay. No work involved. So no sense in being proud to be Malay. But not being proud of it does not mean I am ashamed of it. I’m neither proud nor ashamed of being Malay. I just am.

    With being Muslim, however, it’s a different thing. Because I have to put work in to ‘stay Muslim’. Examples of this ‘work’, or should I say effort: I pray, and I fast during Ramadan, and I read the holy Qur’an to dedicate the holy Yaasiin verses to my late parents. I (try to remember to always) treat people with respect and kindness, whatever their religion or race. Things like that. That’s effort put in. So yes, I can be proud of being a Muslim, because it’s something I work at.

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    Okay, now what about ‘pride’ being connected to ‘embracing’ who I am. Do I ‘embrace’ the fact that I’m gay? The word ‘embrace’ in this context; I guess it means: do I celebrate and rejoice in being gay?

    Do I run down a hill screaming ‘I’m gay!! I’m gay!!’ to the sounds of ‘the hiiiillssss… are aliiiive…. with the sound of muusssiiiiiiccc….’ No. Do I join gay parades overseas? No. Am I a member of gay associations? No. Do I make it a point to attend gay events? No. Although I’m open to those things anytime in the future, why not. (Except the running down a hill screaming part). When I can make the time. When I want to. If the desire and interest develops into being, why not. But I don’t consider those things necessary. It would be nice, but not necessary.

    I don’t ‘celebrate’ my being gay. I’m not sure…? But if I inspect this ‘not sure’ further, I’ll come back to ‘I don’t’. So let’s keep it simple and honest: I do not celebrate and rejoice in being gay. But does this mean I am ashamed of being gay? Nope. Because if I am, I would have done something to try and change things. I would have dated women. Convince myself I can ‘turn straight’. Maybe go on to marry one of the women. Convince myself sex with her is okay. Persuade myself to make love to her, say, once a fortnight (would monthly or quarterly still be considered reasonable?). Have kids with her. Generally, live life as a straight man, regardless of whether I lead a double life behind my wife and kids by sleeping with men on the side. But, still calling it life as a straight man.

    Different people live differently. Make different choices.

    If I’m ashamed of being gay, I would probably be living a lie. But I’m not. I’m spending my life with the man I love. God willing, I will be fortunate enough to have him by my side the rest of my life.  Even if this means people, strangers or otherwise, may sometimes look at me just a little bit differently. A subtle shake of the head, dramatically slow and sad. Or a knowing glint in their eyes. A slight smile. In disapproval? In approval, even? ahhh… who cares.

    I am what God made me. I am male, Muslim, gay, Malay, Singaporean.  Lol.

    May God give me the strength to continue to always be honest with myself. Amin!

    Abdul Halim

    I am a Singaporean Malay guy, aged 41 years old.

    Abdul Halim

    Source: http://bit.ly/1jbFJDa