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  • Minah Tudung Pegang/Bela Anjing

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    Dik, anjing ni najis berat. Haram disentuh. Bukan masalah dosa, tapi masalahnya haram. Bila ko sentuh, ko kena sertu tangan ko dan juga segala anggota yg bersentuhan dgn anjing tu. Jika tidak solat ko x sah sbb ko bernajis. Ko xleh baca al Quran. Ko xleh masuk rumah pun kalau ikutkan sbb nnt satu rumah ko bernajis.

    Ini bukan sekadar urusan antara ko dgn Allah, tp soal kebersihan, ibadah dll. Xkan tu pun x reti2?

    Allah mmg letakkan anjing n babi sebagai najis berat, tp dalam masa yg kita dilarang menyakiti dan menyeksa kedua2 haiwan tu. Dan membela anjing pun harus dgn syarat utk keselamatan dan diletakkan jauh dr rumah dan ditambat rapi agar x sesenang lari keluar masuk rumah agar x menajiskan rumah.

    Bukannya boleh bela dok bawak jenjalan gini. Banyak lg menatang ko boleh bela dik.

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    Sumber: Fais Al-Hajari, Rosidah Mohd Rahim

  • Malay & Chinese duo offer sex then steal from victims

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    It was an offer he could not resist — sex with two women for $50.

    But he ended up losing his mobile phone and money to the women.

    Yesterday, one of them, Nurul Bayah Abdullah (above), 24, was jailed for two months.

    The waitress, who had pulled similar stunts with two other men, pleaded guilty to three counts of theft.

    A fourth theft charge was taken into consideration during sentencing.

    On Sept 5 last year, a construction site supervisor approached Nurul Bayah and Ang Hui Ying, 31, at Desker Road.

    While Ang was taking a shower with their client in a hotel room, Nurul Bayah took his Samsung Galaxy S3 mobile phone valued at $350 and $150 in cash before fleeing.

    Source: TNP

  • Malay woman jailed for assaulting doctor over MC

    SINGAPORE: A patient who beat up a doctor over a medical certificate was on Wednesday sentenced to 12 weeks’ jail.

    23-year-old Nurhayati Shedek had gone to see a doctor at Tampines Polyclinic with two sisters on 27 August last year.

    The victim, Dr Yeo Chye Luan, attended to Nurhayati’s younger sister, Nur Hazirah.

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    Image contributed by ‘Farah’ who claimed that Nur Hazirah was one of the sister’s present at that time and was the one attended by Dr Yeo.

    Nurhayati had confronted the 64-year-old doctor after finding out that her sister was not given a medical certificate.

    She also wanted to know why there was no date indicated on the time chit issued by Dr Yeo.

    When the doctor refused to issue a medical certificate and tried to phone for help, Nurhayati slapped her hand, grabbed Dr Yeo’s neck and shoved the victim’s head onto a table.

    Dr Yeo managed to escape and went to seek help.

    In sentencing, District Judge Ronald Gwee pointed out that the accused had been vicious and had injured a healthcare worker.

    The maximum penalty for causing hurt is a jail term of two years and a S$5,000 fine.

    Source: CNA
    Image contribution: R1C reader ‘Farah’

  • The days when bombs went off in my kampung

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    When a bomb went off one Sunday night in April 1964 at Jalan Rebong in Kampung Ubi, the impact was so large that I could feel it from my home in Geylang Serai a kilometre away.

    A 50-year-old Malay widow and her only child, a 19-year-old schoolgirl, who were at a neighbour’s house were killed when the bomb exploded nearby.

    Three days later, another bomb went off about a kilometre away, at the junction of Jalan Betek and Jalan Timun, at a public telephone booth. Five people were injured, including a 62-year-old Chinese woman and three Malays who lived near the booth.

    As a 12-year-old boy who had just entered secondary school, I was curious as to why a bomb had gone off in my kampung area.

    I cycled to Jalan Betek, the scene of the second explosion, to see the mayhem. Only the concrete base of the phone booth was left; the booth and its roof had been blown to bits. The house next door was in shambles, its sitting room badly damaged.

    Months earlier, terrorists had planted a bomb at Katong Park in front of the Ambassador Hotel in Meyer Road. That park by the beach was a favourite picnic site for many of us who lived in Geylang Serai.

    The series of bombings in Singapore occurred at the height of Indonesia’s “Konfrontasi” – “Confrontation” – against the Federation of Malaysia formed in September 1963. Singapore was then a part of this federation.

    We were told that it was the work of Indonesian soldiers who had infiltrated the island to launch a campaign of terror in line with its “Ganjang Malaysia” – “Crush Malaysia” – campaign against the fledgling federation.

    It was an act of military aggression without a formal declaration of war against Malaysia, which then President Sukarno considered a “British puppet”.

    For the Malays in my kampung, Konfrontasi was a campaign of terror against civilians. The series of bombings against targets such as telephone booths, public parks and beaches targeted ordinary people.

    Soon, people were afraid to visit these places.

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    The biggest attack was the bombing in March 1965 of MacDonald House in Orchard Road, which killed three civilians and injured 33 others.

    Indonesian marines Osman Mohamed Ali and Harun Said were arrested, tried and convicted of murder and hanged.

    Konfrontasi was a source of disappointment to my late father, who was Javanese, and his Javanese friends.

    They had come to see Sukarno as a leader who had united the sprawling archipelago, and were disappointed that he had launched the campaign of terror against Malaysia, a newly emerging nation in the Nusantara, the Malay world.

    Konfrontasi also became the first test of our loyalty to Singapore – and to then Malaysia of which we were a part.

    The Indonesian soldiers who infiltrated Singapore to carry out the bombings were all of Malay stock. Some could have well been relatives of Malays who had migrated to Singapore from Java before the Japanese invasion in 1942.

    I recall the swirl of talk in the kampung then: What should the Malays do if the saboteurs came to them to seek refuge? Should we provide food and shelter, or should we surrender them to the authorities?

    Those conversations inevitably ended with the same decision: To hand over any infiltrator or wandering saboteur to the authorities.

    This was no easy decision, given our kinship ties.

    My father’s only sister lived with her family in Indonesia. But he lost contact with her because of Konfrontasi; they renewed contact years later, in 1971.

    All that was over four decades ago. Now, the Indonesian military plans to name a navy ship after the two marines who had bombed MacDonald House and struck terror in Singapore.

    We may not be the families of those who died or were injured in the bombing, but as Singaporeans, we feel outraged by the move to honour two terrorists by naming a vessel after them.

    According to Indonesian Armed Forces chief General Moeldoko, the decision to name the ship was made in December 2012 with no intention to stir emotions.

    But surely there are hundreds of Indonesian heroes whose names can be chosen for the vessel. Why pick the names of the two marines, when this would only open up old wounds?

    Salim Osman

    Source: http://bit.ly/1maEBSa

  • 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