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She Says
Posted on August 20th, 2009 • Filed under Uncategorized • 2 Comments
Excerpt of an online conversation I had with MelSmells about her getting posted for a project at Maybank in September 
Oh Ping May, be scared. Be very, very scared.
MelSmells: hahahaha really…she just scared of me in clubs then
me: of course. when you’re drunk, you get horny. even i’m scared
MelSmells: hahahah….depends..i dun need alcohol for that
me: says: ………
me: i’ll be sure to warn may
me: but most of all in an office setting u cant sia suey (translation: embarrass) your company… right? XD
MelSmells: of course… but there’s always lunch time & toilet breaks
….silence….
MelSmells: damn
MelSmells: i’m convincing
The Travelog – Perth Day 1
Posted on May 23rd, 2009 • Filed under Travelog, Uncategorized • No Comments
Current temp: 11degs
Min temp: 8degs
Current location: Lesmurdie, WA
It’s cold.
Temperatures tonight are estimated to be 8 degrees. Despite that, I love the weather — allows me to wrap myself up in layers of clothes to keep warm. My sensitive toes are protesting though. They aren’t too happy with the sudden change in temperature. Thankfully, the rest of me is just fine.
AirAsia X has the narrowest seats I’ve ever seen on an airplane. Considering the steal I got it for, I’m completely cool with it. Unfortunately for the grandmother, her back ached for most of the journey. Mum wasn’t too comfortable either so I think if you’re considering traveling by AirAsia X with elderly folk, you might want to think twice. Or even long haul to the UK. Then again, the prices are so low, what do you expect?
A few photos I snapped in my uncle’s garden. Headed to Safety Bay to visit more relatives tomorrow. Let’s hope the sky’s clear
Ta from Perth!
Time.
Posted on November 4th, 2008 • Filed under Uncategorized • No Comments
Time. It is never and has never been a good predictor of how well you know someone, or in this case, how well you think you know someone. I’ve been there, I’ve done that. More times than I would rather, and yet some times, I still make that mistake. At least in this case, I’m not paying for it dearly.
Time. They say it heals. I say it just makes you forget. Sometimes, time can bruise too. It cuts, it scalds and it bleeds you. Sometimes it hurts, but other times, you might find yourself yearning it. In this case, time has done nothing else but numb.
Time. It’s a terror to people. Some don’t realize its importance while others, don’t realize it’s limits. Some, just forget that it just consists of three hands of various lengths on a numbered surface. With time, comes age. With age, comes maturity. With maturity, comes wisdom and as such, is time = wisdom? In this case, time is merely the essence of the day, of the years, left behind to rot.
Time. Makes you think you know things. People. But is one hour of an acquaintance a weaker predictor than a lifetime’s worth of it? In this case, who knows?
Horrifying.
Posted on April 29th, 2008 • Filed under Uncategorized • 8 Comments
First this, and now this!?
Austrian admits 24-year abuse of captive daughter
By Sylvia Westall
AMSTETTEN, Austria (Reuters) – A 73-year-old Austrian electrical engineer has confessed to holding his daughter captive in a secret, windowless cellar for 24 years and fathering seven children by her, police said on Monday.
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Josef Fritzl is seen in this Austrian police handout picture released April 28, 2008. (REUTERS/HO/Police)
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The case, centred on a nondescript two-storey building in the small industrial town of Amstetten, bears chilling similarities to that of Austrian Natascha Kampusch who spent eight years locked up in a basement before escaping in 2006.
Some parts of the 60 square metre basement in which the family were kept were no more than 1.70 metres (5 ft 6 in) high and officials said the basement even contained a padded cell.
“This is an appalling crime. I know of no comparable case in Austria,” Franz Prucher, head of security for Lower Austria told a news conference.
Elisabeth Fritzl, 42, says her father, Josef Fritzl, lured her into the basement in 1984 and drugged and handcuffed her before imprisoning her.
Three of her children, aged 19, 18 and 5, had been locked up in the basement with her since birth and had never seen sunlight, police said, raising worries about their physical and mental state. The younger two were boys, the eldest a girl.
The victims are receiving medical treatment, said police.
Three other children — two girls and one boy — were adopted and brought up by Josef and his wife. Neighbours told police they had never heard the children locked in the cellar.
As well as confessing to locking up his daughter for 24 years and siring the seven children, Fritzl admitted to burning the body of the seventh child in a furnace used to heat the building when it died soon after birth, said Franz Polzer, head of criminal investigations in the state of Lower Austria.
Investigators combed through the cells where the victims had been held captive. Forensic experts in white uniforms and gloves carried out boxes of evidence from the building, which is home to several other families.
AUTHORITARIAN
Fritzl, whom police described as “dynamic, bossy and authoritarian”, had hidden the entrance to the cell behind shelves and only he knew the secret code for the reinforced concrete door, said officials.
Photographs showed a narrow passageway leading into other rooms which included a cooking area, with children’s drawings on the walls, a sleeping area and a small bathroom with a shower.
The victims’ only sources of information from the outside world were a television and radio.
Authorities said there were still many questions hanging over the case, such as the conditions surrounding the births of the children and how those locked in the cellar were provided with food and clothes.
Amstetten, located in rolling hills about 130 km (80 miles) west of Vienna, is a town of about 22,000 people.
The case unfolded when the 19-year-old girl became seriously ill and was taken to hospital, where doctors appealed for her mother to come forward to give details of her medical history.
The girl was suffering cramping fits caused by oxygen deficiency, chief doctor Albert Reiter told journalists, and was currently in a “severe but stable condition” in hospital. The cellar had been fitted with a basic ventilation system.
Fritzl brought Elisabeth and her remaining two children out of the basement, telling his wife their “missing” daughter had chosen to return home, police said.
Elisabeth agreed to make a thorough statement to the police after receiving assurances she would have no further contact with her father, who she said abused her from the age of 11.
SHAME
The case has raised questions about how authorities and neighbours failed to notice anything unusual in the “house of horrors”, on a busy street with shops, not least because over the years officials said Fritzl built extensions to the cellar.
“The community of Amstetten should drown in shame … The neighbours are turning a blind eye,” the Oesterreich newspaper wrote in an editorial.
Polzer said Fritzl had led a “double life” for 24 years.
“He deceived us all,” he told reporters. “This man, who already had a family with seven children by his wife, had in this cellar seven more children by his own daughter.”
Another puzzle is how Josef’s wife Rosemarie could have remained ignorant.
Police have said they believe Rosemarie did not know what happened to her daughter when she disappeared in 1984. It was assumed Elisabeth had left voluntarily when her parents received a letter from her saying they should not search for her.
After Elisabeth disappeared, Fritzl said Elisabeth had joined a sect and that she had left the children on the doorstep. He forced Elisabeth to handwrite letters to prove his claims, said the police.
Psychiatrist Max Friedrich, who treated Kampusch, said the children who had been held in the cellar would need trauma therapy and were undergoing tests in hospital, in particular for problems with their eyes and skin due to the lack of daylight.
By contrast, the children raised by their grandparents were integrated into the community, said officials, noting they were members of the police sports club and voluntary fire brigade.
(Additional reporting by Alexandra Zawadil in Vienna and Reuters Television)
Copyright © 2008 Reuters
Disturbing
Posted on April 7th, 2008 • Filed under Uncategorized • 2 Comments
Father, daughter have child together
April 06, 2008 09:28pm
A SOUTH Australian father and daughter have revealed they are a couple, and have had a child together.
Brutality at Large
Posted on September 18th, 2007 • Filed under Uncategorized • No Comments
Child found sexually assaulted and killed by
The fact that the murderer(s) could actually commit such a henious crime with such brutality is a splash of cold water in our faces. This is not just what we can read in the newspapers, or watch in Hollywood movies – it’s real. Monsters like this live among us. They could be anyone – our friends, part of our family, the (wo)man we serve in our shops everyday, or just the average person we so happen to bump into on the street.
This year itself, there have been several child abuse/murder/rape cases in the newspapers. How many other children continue to suffer silently? Most importantly – how many of these monsters are actually found and forced to serve their time to repay for their brutality? How many of them are still walking among us today, endangering the children around us?
In a conversation with May and Sim last night, we were talking about how our youth today is brought up in a vicious environment. It’s not foreign for us to read about bus crashes, plane crashes, murders, rapes, burglaries and all sortsof crimes. Many of us are now desensitized by this material and many are now living in a state of acceptance of this reality! “Normal lah… nowadays, people are cruel..” Is this really enough? How can anyone accept this as a reality? Our police forces need to be updated with the latest technology and halt their petty and incessant internal battles and concentrate on the real deal here – people, especially children, are hurt, abused, killed each day and they do nothing about it. Instead they run around nabbing suspected khalwat individuals, or jailing youths for months on end for not carrying an IC or worser still, collecting duit kopi for petty crimes and letting these suspects go. Do these people, our law enforcement, realize that there’s a bigger picture here? Today, there are at least 3 articles in Nation pull out of theStar about murders or missing persons. I’m confident that there are a lot more out there that don’t receive coverage.
What are our law enforcers doing to combat all this?
You cannot stop crimes. You can prevent them. You can lower the risk of these crimes.
One thing our country doesn’t have is a proper social services department to act on reports on abuse against children and the elderly. My own neighbour used to abuse his old father each day. We would have reported it but to whom? Would the authorities take charge, considering it’s a “family matter”?
It’s appalling how sour our country has turned out to be on our 50th year of independence. Have we made any progress? Sure, we have the amazing infrastruture, architecture and brilliant graduates churned out this year. But we’re so concentrated on success that we don’t look into the heart of the problem - the people. Do we really want our children growing up in this environment? This place where letting our children run free in the playground puts them at risk of cruel sexual predators and when you do, at the end of the day “Who asked you to let your children play unsupervised?”
Our old battles were fought against the British, the Japanese, the communists for all these crimes. We read articles, books on how brutal crimes against women and children were during the Japanese occupation. But today, it’s our own people we need to fear. Our own people to protect our children from.
Question now is whether or not we’re putting in enough efforts to combat crime against the people. We capture bloggers, jail them, grill them for hours over a comment left by a random person on their websites. Do we do the same for the murderers of the Mongolian woman, Altantunya? Or Canny Ong incident, not too long ago? We focus on the high profile cases. It takes our law enforcers years to solve a crime. And then what? Why are our papers reporting on Tun Mahathir’s daily diets when more coverage can be given to raise the awareness that we’re not safe anymore?
I’m not saying other countries are perfect. Madeleine McCann’s disappearance in Portugal marks the sinking feeling that there are more of these child predators out there and no child, boy or girl, seems to be safe from them.
How are we to raise children in an environment like this? How are we to do so when every minute of the day, we worry for their safety? I don’t have children of my own yet. But when the time comes, I wonder what sort of world they will be born into. It’s bad enough that our country has expanded at the expense of our rainforest and environment. But to bring a child up in this brutal madness? Maybe we need to reevaluate our priorities and values.
So really, where do we go from here?
Malaysia – How Old Again?
Posted on July 10th, 2007 • Filed under Uncategorized • 8 Comments
Highly sensitive post ahead, proceed only if you’re not here to haul me to jail under ISA or whatever… I am merely a youth with opinions! Yes, opinions founded on an article I came across on theStaronline. Proceed only if you’re open-minded to a bit of poking fun.
KingCheese’s Birthday
Posted on July 8th, 2007 • Filed under Uncategorized • 1 Comment
Long overdue Post
We celebrated KingCheese’s birthday on the 2nd of June.. it was a surprise thing orchestrated by Steph@Pots herself. The plan was for us to get a cake and be there by 9, hiding somewhere. We (Murli, Jack, Ann, Dev, Danny, Shean, Mirness and I) did not even know the people who were supposed to be there. Shean, Jack, Mirness and I got there at approximately 8.30pm and bumped into Murli so we decided to sit outside KingCheese’s place and dig into our McDs drivethrough buys. Past 9, the place was still empty and Ann,Dev&Danny weren’t even there yet. Steph@Pots hadn’t called to inform us about their pending arrival and we were just cluelessly standing around talking. When Ann,Dev&Danny got there, we decided to go in anyway. KingCheese’s parents, his brother Dex, and Xian Jin greeted us and … okay. I’m starting to drift here and tell stories like an old grandma.
Anyway, after an hour plus of waiting with no appearance from the guests of honor, Dev decided to call KingCheese to rush him back with a fictional online group meeting.
Dev: King! Where are you??
King: KLCC, why?
Dev: We have a group meeting at 10 la King!
King: OH YAAAAA!!!! I’m sorry la Dev!
“Oh ya??” It was fictional la.. I don’t know why he said “Oh Ya.” KingCheese’s so blur. Next time, I’ll just say, “King! You owe me 50bucks!” He might just buy it and pay me (pun unintended).
Anyway, not long later, I got a miss call from Steph indicating that they’d just left KLCC and we went to hide in the music room. Shortly after, this group of guys appeared outta nowhere and hid with us. When the guests of honor arrived, KingCheese’s excited brother, Dex, dragged him to the music room to ’show him something’ and that’s when we surprised him. Typically blur KingCheese? He didn’t suspect a thing. He was so blur, he didn’t even see Xian Jin sitting on the sofa in his livingroom watching tv.
=.=”.
After a round of HappyBirthdays, we found out that the guys were his old school mates Steph@Pots invited and then we brought out the cake! SecretRecipeTiramisu! Apparently, KingCheese’s favourite. The night went on with beers, Martell, cakeeating, tv watching, talking, doing stupid things with Dex’s toy gun and slingshot, guys jamming in the music room, our own little clubbing session, dance classes for Murli and Mirness and lots and lots of PDA from the royal couple. Scarysial! So PDA.
It was really fun, the dancing, the company and all.. and King has Steph to thank for all that. Heh Heh..
Oh! And King’s little brother can cook! He fried rice for us at like… 1AM and it was goodshyt. He’s 11 and cooks with more expertise than me! But hey, I’m a lousy comparison =)
Photos again!
Murli needin some lovin’!
Happy family: Dev and his Bees.. =)
Do not ask me why Murli did that “I’m tryin to be cute” face with a gun when Danny said “Do somethin’ kinky!”
Inevitable camwhoring
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Exams are over!
Haha.. and so’s my first semester in second year. Haven’t done much since Friday but expect a couple of photo-filled blogposts in the next day or two.
Photos from
*King’s birthday
*Gig at LaundryBar (Project Bazooka)
*Penang
*Elvi’s birthday surprise
Yes.. it’s going to be photofilled!
Stay tuned =)
Isaiah 64:8
Posted on June 21st, 2007 • Filed under Uncategorized • No Comments
I received an sms early (or not too early) this morning that really made me think.
I have to admit that I have a bad habit of putting my foot in my mouth, especially when I’m not in the best of moods. I don’t know why I chose to speak last night when frankly, the entire evening, I didn’t feel like speaking at all. I suppose that’s why they say sometimes you should just hold your tongue.
Thanks to my impulsiveness, I might have intentionally offended someone.
The problem with me really is that there are many occasions where I shoot my mouth off before my brain has time to censor it and last night was one occasion where I might not have used my brain at all. I didn’t say things I meant to say and the ones I did came out all wrong and became easily misconstrued. No, I’m not blaming anyone for this, it’s my own fault. Perhaps I should have done what I felt like all day – not talking at all. Maybe there was a reason why I didn’t feel like talking in the afternoon. Perhaps I did not heed His warning that my tongue would hurt someone or cause someone emotional distress.
Anyway, I know you don’t read my blog but, S, I’m really sorry about it. It was none of my business and I should not have added my twocentsworth. For the record, I truly did not mean for it to sound like I was dictating things.
I meant to say that you were a gift to him.
However, upon reflecting, I realize that it never really came up.. Big mistake on my part.
It could be because I was in a bad mood all day.
It could be that I thought if I could cheer you up, I’d cheer myself up (although reflectively, what I said would not have cheered a soul up! So pessimistic, I was).
It could be because I’m just too bloody kaypo.
Or it could be because I should just learn to shut up.
Two friends bought me a shirt that read,
“Be patient with me, for God is still working on me” (Isaiah, 64:8).
He is still at work with me. I have many flaws that I have to perfect. Many imperfections I have to smooth over.
We’re not perfect. But I should try to be.
I appreciate you telling me about this. Most people would just [quote] “have trashy thoughts” [unquote] about me.
I’m truly humbled by this experience and I’m so very, very sorry.
Priscilla
Posted on May 10th, 2007 • Filed under Uncategorized • 1 Comment
On Monday (May 7th, 2007), Priscilla Lim Mei Yi a.k.a. Pris a.k.a Fishilla a.k.a. PrisyFishyLaFa a.k.a. Kuzco turned 19. Yes, the big One-Nine – an important age that marks her last year as a teenager.
Anyone who reads my blog often enough would know that Pris is a named mentioned fairly often here.
We met when I joined HELP’s ADP last January and we’ve been friends since.
Priscilla has truly been a blessing in my life, very capable of making me laugh.
Many people think we look alike. I don’t think so.
I think she looks tons better, she is tons better too.
She was blessed with generosity, kindness, friendliness and does not have a single bad bone in her! Anyone who’s been acquainted with her can see that. She also has a lot of funny habits which include storing used facial blotters in her handbag, licking her elbow, talking in funny languages that only she herself understands, talking to Fuzzy (her very adorable stuffed bear) like he’s a living being (also uses Fuzzy to communicate with other people), her innate ability to assume the role of a dead/dying fish, her love for Kuzco… well, among others la.
Jacks used to ask her (jokingly of course): “Pris, what’s right with you?”
My answer to that question? Everything. Yes, right down to the oily face haha.
I think when God made Pris, He decided He wanted this child to be unlike others.
[so he gave her the ability to lick her elbow and converse in Priscillalanguage 
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He wanted her to be special and unique.
I’m sure He made no other like her.
Last year during difficult periods, you were there for me, definitely cheering me up when needed… aaannddd… helping me with the poster, and offering dinner, and supplying the towelled ice for my.. err.. puffy-after-crying eyes and offering your ear when I needed someone to listen.
This year you planned my very unsuspectingly executed belated birthday surprise (slightly over a month late), equipped with posters around college and even gave me candycanes (with “vote for xinch” tags) to distribute to potential voters during the student council elections.
Truly, you’ve been such a wonderful friend.
I’m thankful that on that fateful day in 1988, you were brought into this world.
You are truly a blessing in the lives of everyone who knows you.
You’ve definitely been a blessing to me.
Happy Birthday Pris =)
Thank you for being born
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