Wednesday, February 29, 2012

wonderful tonight (long version)

1977 - eric clapton
1977 - upsr is now,  'penilaian darjah lima' during standard 5 was  then...





Monday, February 27, 2012

tarikan nafas yang terakhir - lirik

sayangi mereka yang dikasihi sementara ada, seolah-olah tiada esoknya....

tarikan nafas yang terakhir


Kini saat yang terakhir
Ku pinta maaf kepadamu
Jauh dari lubuk hatiku
Tak pernah kudendam padamu

Bila engkau tak percaya
Ku rela korban jiwa raga
Kini saat yang penghabisan
Ku harap kau datang kepadaku

Chorus
Berulang kali ku nyatakan
Aku sayang padamu
Berulang kali ku meminta
Peluklah belailah daku
Ooooh..itu tak pernah terjadi
Semua harapan belaka
Nafas...ku yang terakhir ini
Hanyalah ku tujukan padamu

(ulang)
Berulang kali ku nyatakan
Aku sayang padamu
Berulang kali ku meminta
Peluklah belailah daku
Ooooh..itu tak pernah terjadi
Semua harapan belaka
Nafas...ku yang terakhir ini
Hanyalah ku tujukan padamu

(nyanyian asal - tetty kadi)

kepadaNya kita kembali - ibar


along kakak ku di kampong menelefonku dalam 5.50 pagi sebelum suboh tadi…along memaklumkan yang ibar anak saudara ku telah meninggal dunia.
aku terus terdiam…sukar untuk aku terima…mungkin along salah maklumat soal ku dalam hati .
’betul ke long?..salah orang tak?’ ku tanya lagi  kepada along untuk benar-benar pasti…
‘kalau sempat pergi ke hospital universiti sekarang…tolong bang ngah munir uruskan nak bawa balik jenazah ke kampung’ jawab along.

iqbarudin munir atau panggilan kami padanya ibar, seorang anak muda berusia 25 tahun, bujang, slender built dan tegap, sedang melanjutkan pelajarannya di university malaya…menyahut panggilan ilahi sewaktu dalam tidur.
kalau kenduri kendara sesama keluarga, anak-anak buah yang bujang ni lah yang sibuk membantu termasuk ibar…ibar terkenal dengan ringan tulang, tapi kurang bercakap dibandingkan dengan yang lain…ibar memanggil ku dengan panggilan pak su…kalau beraya di rumahnya, pasti akan disuruh makan nasik.
‘pak su ngan mak su datang raya sini tak boleh makan kuih, kena makan nasik’

pernah sekali tu takut tak ada lauk sedap, dia yang menangkap ayam, dia yang mencelur dan mencabut bulu ayam belakang dapur rumah sorang2 untuk di masak oleh emaknya yang ku panggil kak ngah timah.
tadi sewaktu semua hendak pulang dari kubur setelah selesai urusan pengkebumian, kak ngah timah yang sebelumnya ku lihat begitu tabah…kali ini tidak mampu lagi  mengawal perasaan sedih hatinya, air matanya pecah berderai…aku membawa masuk kak ngah timah ke kereta ku, sepanjang perjalanan  pulang semua senyap kecuali kedengaran esakkan tangisan kasih seorang ibu pada anaknya yang telah pergi.


ajal tidak mengira tua atau muda…ajal tidak mengira samada kita bersedia atau tidak bersedia…
ajal tidak mengira tempat atau ketika...tidak mengira samada kuat atau lemah.
ibar pergi dengan cara ketentuan Allah dalam tidurnya.
ibar pergi dalam usia yang muda kerana Allah lebih menyayanginya.
tiada lagi keletah  ibar dalam kelompok anak-anak buahku yang bujang…yang tinggal hanya kenangan.
al fatihah.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

hati yang belum bebas


1979 - latif ibrahim
1979 - need for speed?, go for bmw (bas mini wilayah) ha ha ha...



no cd, no hp, no internet, no sneakers...with public phone, scrambler (yamaha enduro the most sought after model) and capal, in the 70's still life is so much fun!

latif ibrahim, grew up listening to his songs during my early teenager...

al fatihah.

tarikan nafas yang terakhir


1973 - tetty kadi/sharifah aini
1973 - first time in life wearing uniform...first time seeing these shapes A, B, C...


ohh rim tayar..ohh pinggan..


rim tayar ngan pinggan ni byk persamaan kan? tak caya?
bila tgk rim tayar ngan pinggan kat outlet..sama jer, lelaki dan pompuan dua2 sama excited, rambang mata sbb byk pilihan.
tang bunga rim tayar ngan bunga pinggan plak, tau jer maner peshen bunga lama ngan baru..aharkk!

tanggapan pon sama..tayar apapon  tetap tayar pada org pompuan..yg lelaki plak, pinggan apapon tetap pinggan.
paling best, cara rim tayar ngan pinggan ni masuk rumah pon selalunya  sama...cara senyap2 beb....tau2 jer dah ada kat rumah..yg rim tayar, selalunya org pompuan cuma perasan bila keter dah parking kat umah...yg pinggan plak, bila org lelaki tertengok kat dapur , ehh ader kotak set corning baru !

aku penah kena...masuk seselow, tgh parking baeekk kat umah, lom sempat mati injin keter ateh dah jerit..'ibuuu, taya baru !!'

cizzz....

my ride! - part 2



( ...bagi chan anak sedara aku posing...)
anak sedara datang umah...bawak keter yg aku bagi pakai sbb tgh belajar kat U, yeahh, masih cun!! pandai korang jaga keter pak su...just love everything about it, the size, shape and engine displacement.. an old junk, 1985 toyota starlet EP70 basic model with EP71 modifications.






umpama irama dan lagu,
macam aur dengan tebing,
begitu jugak man and machine....takleh dipisahkan (ek ehh..)

 'fuhh charade turbo !' ayat yg lazim aku dengar kalau kat kedai basuh keter ...grrrrrrrrrrr, charade gak yg dapat nama.

Friday, February 24, 2012

yang terang lagi bersuluh

Yang  terang lagi bersuluh ;
Perbuatan yang pandir, bertanya tentang sesuatu yang sudah diketahui; mensia-siakan tenaga dan wang. (Peribahasa lain yang sama makna: a. Bersuluh menjemput [= minta] api, b. Bersuluh tengah hari).


'basuh motor ker?'


tapi memang selalu kita buat…tak caya?
misalan member datang  kat cubicle korang…korang terang2 tgh sibuk menulis ni…soklan ajaib buang karan pon ditanya ‘ tgh menulis ker?’
ni mulut kawan tgh penuh ngan nasik..ditanya plak lagi 'tgh makan ker?'

jiran lalu belakang umah korang…korang tgh sidai baju… soklan magis buang karan pon kuar lagi ‘ sidai baju ker?’
ni sumer sebab pakcik2 pencen punyer penangan…tadi  lepas ngantar bebudak sekolah, mood bagus plark pepagi nie (agaknya sebab pepagi jumaat tadi tak jumpa derebar-derebar F1 masa ngantar bebudak sekolah, aharkk!) so sesajer bawak anak aku yg paling kecik makan roti canai kat kedai…tgh aku bejalan depan bus stop, terdengar dua pakcik pencen berketayap ni bertegur sapa...tgk gaya macam sesamer member.
’nunggu bas ker?’
‘tak lah, nunggu katebang’

nak tesedak asap okok aku ..

hahaha!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

bahasa jiwa bangsa 7 - meh test penghayatan bahasa korang

alarr sessi buang karan jer bagi yg tengah keje tapi ngular tersesat baca posting aku nie..

kalau aku kata orang kita ni mempunyai penghayatan bahasa yang amat luar biasa hebatnya…setuju tak?



contoh A




nak nunjukkan betapa lajunya sesuatu…

‘ osah lar uwan ni, bawak ketor  lajuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu !’ … gaya nyebut ‘laju’ tu pon punyer lar laju.


contoh B

sebab nak orang tau benda tu kecik…
‘alarrr kocikkkkkkk na bonar’…masa nyebut ‘kecik’ tu kadang2 sampai kluar lar bunyi suara leper korang.

contoh C
even bila kita cakap omputih, penghayatan luar biasa  kita akan bahasa tetap terserlah…
‘ ohhh, yes very BiGGGGGG …nak membunyikkan ‘big’ tu, ek eleh suara tetiba leh jadi garau.

tak caya?
ceterai nie….buat depan pc… ready?

test 1
bunyikan ‘BIGGGGGG!’ dengan nada suara leper anda seolah2 benda tu macam kecik….

test 2
bunyikan ‘kecikkkkk’ dengan nada benda tu seolah2 teramat besar…

rasa pelik?
tu tak pelik…lagi pelik kalau ada org dok perati tgk mulut korang sampai muncung2 buat test ni sorang2 depan pc…
hahaha..

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

nervous? dont see eye to eye...

watching malaysia vs japan with alang and ateh, i said it s easier to comments but once on field you ll feel the pressure, nervous from very beginning...if unable to cope then silly mistakes will surface.

'what to do then?' asked alang.
'tips...dont see eye to eye when shake hands' i answered with a demonic grin...alang and ateh laughed.

yeap, not having experience in high level sports competiton, but had this lil' experience during my college days...it was sweet.

previously i bumped into an old friend of mine during my boer farm trip up north...we were in the varsity team...to my suprise recently he did mail me one of his old collection about our varsity team news that he still kept.

ha ha ha... it was in the late 80s...as if it was yesterday.

i still remember,  it was during the usual weekend local league game when i was approached by the varsity coach , invited for trial...made it to ISU team only when i was in senior year.

playing as leftback...unfortunately marking opponent's right wing...if the right winger is a 'speedy gonzales' type (which always the case), bad news coz  then i have to endure  a miserable life for the next 90 minutes ha ha ha!

had so much fun with other mates in the backline...fortunately i got this bloke a six footer, kyle baldwin playing as the last man ( the one who's always covering all my mistakes ha ha ha!) and he s damn good defender...bruce beranski playing right back plus another chap, kurt kerns ( kurt cobain look alike, seriously!) was a really good goalkeeper.

did a lot of travelling in the mid west at that point of time with the varsity team during my senior year...we re not the best but not that bad either by winning few tournaments...at that time, university of missouri  was the team to beat, the best team in the mid west.

i guess that was my best moment in sports...the first and the last of me experiencing a real proper team set up, had games during light snow, joy of winning, agony of defeat, meeting people and travelling.

back then soccer was not as popular as today in the US...but at varsity level still being watched by quite a sizeable crowd...but to me as if thousands, always nervous before kick start ha ha ha!

'is it? better not to see your opponents' eyes when shake hands?' ateh asking me as if i m fooling.

i didn't answer but again just showing my demonic grin.

ateh was smiling, convinced that i was fooling him...then continued to watch the game.

time flies.....ermm and yes,  i dont see eye to eye when shake hands before a game...ha ha ha!

Monday, February 20, 2012

happy birthday kak chik


hepi besday kak chik...

ehh babah belikan amarikana?
....sesekali tegugat gark iman.




bahasa jiwa bangsa 6 - kau nak kena bantai?

...gulp !!


Saturday, February 18, 2012

weather with you

1991 - crowded house
1991 - moving out, bachelor's life ...






berita baik! - kini anda boleh menjadi remaja semula sekelip mata!

tanpa mengeluarkan wang, tanpa petua, tanpa pantang larang dan tanpa penggunaan krim muka...anda juga boleh menjadi remaja semula !

mahu kembali ke zaman 'sweet 16' ? ...terbukti ia boleh dilakukan.

caranya?

pergilah ke jabatan pendaftaran negara...tak caya, tanyalah pada nenek puan binti ahmad...




Seorang nenek yang sudah pun berusia lebih 90 tahun pastinya gembira bukan kepalang apabila tarikh lahir di MyKadnya baru menunjukkan yang dia berumur 16 tahun. Nenek ini mempunyai 4 orang anak yang berusia 48 hingga 70 tahun dan memiliki 47 cicit.

"Saya dah tak ingat usia sebenar saya.  Tapi saya hidup pada zaman penjajah," kata Puan ketika ditemui Bernama di rumah anak ketiganya, Mat Yusop Kamis, 63, di Padang Keria.

Mengapa usia nenek 100 tahun itu tiba-tiba 'gostan' ke belakang?

Ia sebenarnya berlaku kerana kesilapan Jabatan Pendaftaran Negara (JPN) yang tersilap merekodkan tarikh lahir warga emas itu. Pada MyKad Puan tertulis tarikh lahirnya pada 12 April 1996.  Kesilapan JPN itu juga menyebabkan Puan menghadapi pelbagai masalah termasuk gagal mendapatkan Bantuan Rakyat 1Malaysia (BR1M).

Thursday, February 16, 2012

tawakal

tatkala ianya tidak tertanggung di hati ini kerana teramat sukar...dengan ikhtiar dan tawakal, yakinlah dan berserahlah aku dengan sepenuh hati bahawa hanya Allah sebaik-baik perancang dalam apa jua dugaan yang dilalui...

حسبنا الله ونعم الوكيل، نعم المولى ونعم النصير


Wednesday, February 15, 2012

tangan-tangan hitam 15

an interesting reading material...one of the blog that i follow,  the blogger 'Afterdark' now is in the midst of  finishing his/her draft...he/she posted some of the excerpts only  for the purpose of readers feedback/ proofreading especially on  grammar mistakes or comments before being posted officially.

take a deep breath, here is his/her story...


CHAPTER SEVEN - WHAT IS BLACK AND POTRUDING?





Now, I must put forward in advance that not everything in the novel is based on the true events. Because the intention was to promote an idea about Illuminati in Malaysia, then I have no choice but to fictionalized 25% of the stories to keep your interest. This chapter is an example of such fiction.

However, the rest 75% was either true or based on the true story.


Fatimah Binti Abdul Rahman.

Born on 27th March 1975 to a devout Muslim parents. Her parents were both Malay. At the age of 35, she died and went to Hell. As much as I hate to give such verdict on her, which I’m sure would be offensive to all my non-Muslim readers, I have no doubt about where her final destination would be.

Miss Pang had agreed to grant full access about Fatimah and how Fatimah led her secret life. However, Miss Pang did not release any information on GFA’s role and its funded missionaries for Fatima’s conversion into Christianity. The day Miss Pang went to see me, I was given a 4GB thumb-drive containing piles of scanned documents, all compressed in DJVU format. Everything was there for me to peruse, from her birth certificates, to her school co-curriculum certificates and her baptism certificate. There were pictures of her childhood years with her family, a picture of her wearing head-scarf (tudung) with her friends at school, pictures of her with her boyfriend who wass responsible for her conversion and there’re even pictures of her celebrating Christmas – smiling and waiving bible.

These records were awesome. I had to salute to Ms.Pang and her group for their effort in collecting and compiling these documents. The first time I scrolled through these documents, my jaw dropped in amazement. I couldn’t even believe my eyes when I opened a folder containing all video clips of Fatimah and her boyfriend. There were approximately 120 short videos in there, all in 3GP format and all of them were taken by the boyfriend – I suspected via handpone.

I spent approximately 220 minutes watching it all at home. There were 114 video clips of her ‘normal’ life – at work, at home, shopping, vacationing, at church, etc. Then there were 6 raunchy clips of her sex life being taped by her pervert boyfriend – yes, the kinky boyfriend was holding his Nokia N95 while getting some ‘doggy’ and a ‘pussy’. Thumbs up for Nokia and its Carl Zeis technology! I bought a new Nokia after seeing these videos. Not because I wanted to record my own porn but I had to test the lens for myself.

These ‘porn’ collections made me aware that all these records were most likely obtained without Fatimah’s knowledge. I mean, there’s no way in hell any girl would surrender six home-produced porn starring herself no matter how committed she was to her church. There was also evidence of some documents obtained in a clandestine manner, for example, some of Fatimah’s school certificates were actually photographed by camera (thumbs up again for 5 megapixels Nokia lens!).

If I have to guess, I would say all these documents and pictures were secretly Xeroxed and picture taken by Fatimah’s boyfriend and then given to their church. He’s the only one with the access to these records.

Now, why would a guy like that did something like this to his girlfriend? Despite what I’had seen on television about Catholic church’s confessions, I was pretty sure no church would insist on documenting evidence in order for Sacrament of Penance to take place.

If you asked me, this practice of keeping a person’s ignominy seemed to tally with the Jesuits, the Illuminati, The Freemasons, the Mormons, the Skulls and Bones, the Aum Shinrikyo (Japan), the Scientology, the Order of the Solar Temple, The Heavens Gate, the Parti Keadilan Rakyat and all other cult-like society and organization which have existed throughout history. The whole purpose is to control its members and retain loyalty by force if necessary, not to mention how useful the information would be for profiling purposes.

Amongst these pile of documents, a few helped shed a light on what Fatimah’s story might be. Amidst Fatimah’s possessions I found 9 newspaper clippings of Lina Joy’s case and a draft of her hand-written letter supporting Lina Joy. She was clearly a huge fan of Miss Joy.

I sensed her desperation to throw the moral support on Lina Joy. Heck, she even signed the letter with her own real name. Whether she did mail this letter to any newspaper, it still remained a question. I tried googling the Internet looking for the letter if it was ever posted or referred to by any blogs or Internet forum, unfortunately there was none. Maybe she chickened out at the last moment or maybe something or someone had stopped her.

(In case you have been living outside Malaysia for a few decades and haven’t heard about Lina Joy’s case, Lina Joy is a Malay apostate who in 1998 applied to have her conversion legally recognized by the Malaysian Courts. Born Azlina Binti Jailani in 1964, she filed suit with the High Court in 1999, bypassing the Syariah Court to have her religion as stated in her MyKad changed from Islam to Christian. She later filed suit with the Federal Court in 2006 and in a majority verdict delivered on May 30, 2007 where the Federal Court rejected her appeal).

I was able to figure out her story simply by perusing the entire content of that 4GB pen drive. Fatimah had done me a favour by telling her life story through her belongings. As a profiler, it’s up to me to figure it out by putting together bits and pieces here and there.

As it turned out, Fatimah was no ordinary girl. At school she was this brilliant science stream student, scoring 6As for her SPM . She then attended a local university in Penang (can you guess where?) to study Computer Science. In her 3rd year of faculty, she met and fell in love with a fellow Malay student. One stupid thing (having sex) led to another (of not wearing condom), she ended up being pregnant. If that’s not bad enough to begin with, the couple ended up doing another foolish thing – paying a few hundred Ringgit to a cheap clinic to perform illegal abortion.

Abortion, especially one which was performed beyond the second trimester, is dangerous. Immediate complications which can occur include severe bleeding, uterine perforation, tearing of the cervix, severe damage to the genitals and abdomen, internal infection of the abdomen and blood poisoning. In the case of young Fatimah, the abortion was performed a few days before her final semester exam and destiny made her pay for the price of her sin whereby she fainted in the examination hall just before the exam started. To complete the humiliation, the whole crowd in the hall witnessed her skirt drenched wet in blood especially from between her legs. She definitely earned as the main gossip of the day and some students somehow managed to figure out what had caused the bleeding.

By the time she woke up, it was too late to make up any story. The bleeding was so bad that the university had to send her to a hospital and the doctors simply had to glance to make a correct diagnosis of her condition. Fatimah's precipitated fall from grace was then unavoidable.

To cut the story short, her Malay boyfriend also never made it through the entire exam. He left the dormitory that day and never returned to the university. There were rumours that some fourth-year seniors had decided to pay him a visit that night and forced him to confess the truth for humiliating the faculty. It’s unknown whether the university had ever tried to contact the boyfriend’s parents.

As for Fatimah, her mother was by her side in the hospital ward but her father had disowned her. Her father agreed to pay for the medical bills but refused to see his daughter, let alone letting her return home. Fortunately for Fatimah, a mother’s love has no limits, so her mother stayed behind for two weeks helping her with her situation in Penang. Since Fatimah had missed her entire exam, then by default she had failed and had to repeat the whole semester. Unfortunately for her, her father did not want to pay for her education fees. So the best her mother could do was to use her own savings to help Fatimah find a decent place to stay whilst trying to persuade her husband to forgive their daughter.

After two weeks of bed ridden, Fatimah was well enough to be on her own. Her mother went back to the village to persuade Fatimah’s father. Fatimah on the other hand tried to find a decent job to support herself. This is how she met her boyfriend Robert.

For me, Fatimah’s story is a mix of Lina Joy and Sufiah Yusof blended together. From what I heard, Lina Joy abandoned Islam not because she thinks Christian is where the salvation is, but as a way to retaliate against her parents. I don’t know whether this is true, but there’s a story about her being caught having sex out of wedlock and suffered a domestic fallout with her family soon after that incident. Her family and the community scolded and shunned her. Perhaps, not knowing and fully comprehend the reason behind their anger and resentment, she went to her boyfriend and later embraced his religion.

Sufiah Yusof on the other hand, was a Malaysian prodigy child who went to Oxford University at the age of 13 to learn mathematics. She hated her childhood and her father. In 2000, she rebelled and ran away from Oxford. Two weeks later, she was found in Bournemouth but refused to be reunited with her parents. A bitter email to them followed, describing her childhood as a "living hell". Estranged from her family, she later in life adopted the working name of Shilpa Lee and became a prostitute for £130 per session.

Whenever I think about these girls who are destroying(or have destroyed) their lives, I cannot help but to remember this story of another girl by the name of Jurmayani, allegedly committed suicide in central Java in the 90’s. A friend (Imam Ali as a matter of fact) in the Watchers Group, told me a sad story which had some supernatural elements and also lessons to be learned from this account.

According to Imam, when he was studying in Indonesia his mentor sent him to a house allegedly haunted by a spirit of a 17-year-old girl who committed suicide. So he went, and not only did he have a conversation with the dead girl, she even allowed him to share her feeling from the moment she decided to step to the ledge of the four storey building, to the second she died . Ever since that day, Imam has been telling the story repeatedly as part of his lecture on the topic of “the devil’s final deception”.

I’ll explain in another chapter what “the final deception” is. For now, all my readers need to know the advantages Imam had gained from talking to this dead girl and also the real reason why some people committed suicide followed by their utmost regrets.

On contrary to what some people might believe, those who committed suicide were not because they had lost all hope. It is most likely caused by grief and anger. When Jurmayani was standing on that ledge, her ultimate desire was to make her parents regret for scolding her that entire month. You see, like Lina Joy, Jurmayani was caught with her boyfriend with both their pants down. The fallout that followed was severe. The boyfriend whom she was in love with, had refused to marry her. Instead, his wealthy parents told everyone that Jurmayani was a slut that had slept with several men. Those men were paid to give false statements to support the lies. Jurmayani was heartbroken and devastated since her entire family refused to speak with her, treated her as though she did not exist.

The humiliation and stigma suffered by her family went on for the whole month. Finally, on the day she committed suicide, she was slapped by her dad when she asked the permission to go out to the nearby store to buy a magazine. Her dad made a mistake by calling her a ‘whore’.

Like I said before, grief and anger are usually, if not the cause of suicide. When Jurmayani stepped to the ledge, she was not thinking about the boy or even her lost love. She was actually plotting against her parents. The biggest grief in the world is when one starts thinking that he/she is no longer loved by those he/she desperately needs love from. Jurmayani was convinced that her parents did not love and want her. So she was all out for revenge. She wanted them to pay. She wanted mom, dad and the whole community to regret what they had done to her. She yearned for the opportunity where her spirit form could stand nearby watching her dad and mom wailing in grief upon seeing their daughter sprawling dead on the ground. She liked the idea of hearing her dad crying and yelling “it’s my fault! Daughter I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done that to you!”

Then Jurmayani jumped.

Once she’s airborne, everything suddenly changed. Because the devil had succeeded in performing the ‘final deception’, there’s no longer the need to whisper bad thoughts into Jurmayani’s mind. She’s already high aboveground and would die, and once a person commits suicide; he/she will obviously go to Hell. It’s the law.

Suddenly, she knew she made a terrible mistake. In that flash of moment, she realised that everything was not as bad as it seemed. She remembered that in the past, her dad had been angry about other things too, but in due time that anger subsided. She knew that all she had to do was to wait, because regardless of what she had done and how much she had destroyed them; they would always love her. A parent’s love has no boundaries. It’s the law.

While falling from the ledge of the building, she suddenly knew that regardless of what people might say or hurt her, these would pass by and heal. There would always be another man who would accept and love her. There would always be another day to start over because in the future, whatever happened “today” would always be remembered as just another “yesterday”. It’s the law.

So by the time she heard her skull cracked, she knew she had made a huge mistake. Later, she did witness her mom and dad wailing in sorrow. Unknown to them, their daughter was standing next to them also wailing in sorrow and regrets. Because my friend, Imam was able to see in his vision the entire incident which happened that day, simultaneously he had heard Jurmayani crying ““mom and dad, it’s my fault! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done that to you!”. In due course, the ghost was still crying in sorrow upon seeing what she had done to her parents.

It’s true what they say about people who committed suicide. They become restless and destine to commit suicide endlessly for eternity. For them, the regret and the sorrow will never end.

Sufiah Yusof had tried to commit suicide twice. Lucky for her she’s not dead yet. Lina Joy did not commit suicide but had abandoned the one true God - Allah. For both of these ladies, the devil’s deception continues. The devil will not stop until the day when he is certain there’s no way back for them. To die as apostate is as bad as committing suicide. There’s no heaven for apostate. That’s the law too.

(Note: I was told Sufiah Yusof has changed her life for the better. Good for her!)

Anyway, in Fatimah’s eyes, Robert was probably a God sent. Robert was a tall, decent looking Chinese man working as a manager in one of Pang’s family hotel. Fatimah was trying to find a job via Jobstreet.com for options. She managed to get an interview and that’s how Robert came to know her. Apparently, during the interview, she told Robert of her recent misfortunes and Robert took pity on her. Robert then employed her as his own personal assistant and the relationship bloomed from there on. Robert was very charming when it came to ladies and he knew how to play his role as a protector, father figure and boyfriend material to Fatimah. He paid for her rent, lent her a Myvi car, took her to dinner, listened to her problems and would tell her things that she wanted to hear from a man. A month later, she landed on his bed and he turned out to be her greatest-lover. By the time he nailed her with his.. err.. ‘equipment’, Fatimah had given 100%her body and soul to Robert.

Fatimah’s relationship with Robert was the beginning of a bad karma. Her mother who was visiting Fatimah at her house, found out about Fatimah’s sexual relationship with her boss upon the discovery of birth control pills and several condoms in her daughter’s bag. Fatimah was in the shower when her mother went through her mobile and read several indecent text/sms from Robert. An argument broke out between a mother and her love sick daughter. The ending was ugly when Fatimah wanted her mother out of her house by the next morning. The mother complied and that was the last she had seen her mother.

For me, Fatimah is the sort of person who always blames others for whatever misfortunes befall on her. I’ve known this kind of person because in my line of duty I meet them every single day. The way their mind work is whenever something good happens, the credit goes to them but when the shit happens – it’s someone else’s fault. The criminals I’ve met in Court have this mindset. It’s their parents’ fault that they became bad persons. It’s the bank’s fault that they committed fraud at work or took a bribe to pay for their debt. It’s the pusher’s fault they became junkies. It’s the police’s and prosecutor’s fault they were refused bail. It’s even their lawyer’s fault they lost the case and went to prison. It’s everyone’s fault except them.

In Fatimah’s letter, she blamed her former boyfriend, her parents and the entire Malay mindset for her conversion into Christianity. From her point of view, it’s entirely her boyfriend’s fault that she got knocked up and went for an abortion. It’s the university’s fault that she left the university (despite the fact that she had the option to repeat her semester). It was also her parents’ fault that she ended up being disowned.
The way she blamed everyone in her letter; I couldn’t help but to think of Anwar Ibrahim. He’s one of them you know. From his fall from grace as Deputy Prime Minister, to his imprisonment when he was found guilty for abusing his power, to the leaked videotape of him banging the baby-doll (chinese prostitute) – it’s all conspiracy theory he said. He even blamed others for the ‘misadventure’ of his own penis where he fucked his coffee boy’s ass. I bet if there was a tape of him singing “YMCA” song (that gay song made popular by a group called ‘The Village People”) while getting a blowjob from a shemale, he would blame that on some conspiracy theory too.

Amongst the content in the thumb drive, there was a letter from the university informing Fatimah when she was supposed to start her semester and a letter from the hotel indicating her the date of the job interview. Then there’s the certificate from the church issued after she was baptized. From this three documents I could figure out the timeline of her conversion. In conclusion, it merely took 2½ years for her to be an apostate. That’s not surprising, considering she was the kind of person who took merely 5 months from the day she met Robert to the day she kicked her own mother out.

I guess we can also say she’s a modern female version of “si Tanggang”.

In Malaysian folklore there is a legend about a guy called Tanggang who was accursed to stone after he insulted his own mother. For Fatimah, or Joyce as she would like to be called 2½ years later, she was entering her second trimester conceiving Robert’s child when the couple went to Jerejak island to spend some quality time together. A few days before their departure the couple went to see their favourite pastor – Miss Pang’s dad in his spare time - to reveal their intention to finally tie the knot. The senior Pang as a representative of the church blessed their intention but told the couple that the law prevented the marriage from being formalised because Fatimah was technically still a Muslim. But the marriage ceremony would proceed albeit informally and those attended were just the Pangs and a few other close acquaintances. After getting their blessing, the couple boarded a boat to Jerejak island for a lovely vacation a courtesy of the Pangs.

Three days later, Robert brought Fatimah (a.k.a Joyce) back to the church. She was unconscious, clearly ill, convulsing and there were foams in her mouth. She didn’t respond to any queries. The Pangs and their personal Doctor kept her under observation for 24 hours to see what could be wrong with her. Within that 24 hours, there were two occasions where her voice was heard. The first was around 11 pm when she screamed “Help me Mother! Help Me Father! I’m burning! I don’t want to die!”.

By 2 am, her condition worsened. She lost control over her bladder and the room was filled with a stench of urine and faeces. By 3 am, she suffered a massive seizure and the doctor could no longer risk losing his license and threatened to walk out if Fatimah was not sent to a hospital immediately. The Pangs then bribed a Malay taxi driver to rush Fatimah to the government hospital in-cognito. Miss Pang’s father told Ms. Pang to follow up the matter in the hospital in a pretext of representing Fatimah’s employer (by then Fatimah was in-charge of Mass Communication Department of the hotel).

In accordance to the script she was playing, Miss Pang only arrived at 9 am pretended as though she had just been informed of Fatimah’s admittance to the hospital. By this time, the doctors had decided they didn’t know what was killing Fatimah internally. She was barely conscious and was grasping for breath.

She was in such terrible condition that a young doctor - thinking that the dying patient was a Muslim - bent towards and told her to recite Shahada. (The shahada is the Muslim declaration of belief in the oneness of God (tawhid) and acceptance of Muhammad as God's prophet. The declaration reads “There is no god but God, and Muhammad is the messenger of God (in English)”).

Then, for the last time Fatimah opened her eyes and let her voice out again. She stared at the doctor with tears flowing from the corners of her eyes. The doctor heard her desperately tried to say something and removed the oxygen mask covering part of her face. To his sadness, he witnessed Fatimah trying desperately to say something which sounded like Shahada - “Asy.. Asy’ha.. Asy..” over and over again but couldn’t say it. Instead her tongue kept protruding out.

The entire medical team witnessed in horror the blackest tongue they’d ever seen in their lives.

Finally Fatimah’s lips twitched for the last time before she went quiet forever. After several days of suffering, she finally passed away with her eyes rolled up and her tongue still sticking out.

Outside the emergency room, Miss Pang had witnessed everything that had happened from a small window.

Posted by AFTERDARK at 9:34 PM

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

14 februari - yg aku tak tau...yg aku kebetulan tau...yg aku continue - part 2

 

 

Review stand on Valentine's Day, Karpal tells PAS


GEORGE TOWN: DAP chairman Karpal Singh hopes that PAS will review its stand which opposes Valentine's Day celebrations in the country.

He told a press conference here that any attempt to stop activities related to the celebration "is an affront to human rights and freedom."

Karpal stressed that DAP is opposed to PAS' aspirations for the establishment of an Islamic state and implementation of hudud law as it is contradictory to the Federal Constitution.

 - source the star




Mufti kecewa larangan Valentine dipertikai
Feb 13, 12 6:47pm

Mufti Perlis hari ini menyatakan kekecewaannya terhadap golongan bukan Islam yang terlibat mempertikai pandangan ulama Islam yang melarang penganutnya menyambut Hari Kekasih yang jatuh setiap 14 Februari."Mereka (bukan Islam) sepatutnya hormat kepada Islam seperti mana orang Islam hormat kepada amalan agama mereka," kata Dr Juanda Jaya (kanan).

Pada 7 Februari lalu, Pemuda PAS menggesa kerajaan melancarkan kempen menentang Hari Kekasih, termasuk menyiarkan iklan anti sambutan itu.

Tindakan itu mengundang kritikan pelbagai pihak, termasuk pemimpin Pakatan Rakyat seperti Karpal Singh yang dilapor menggesa PAS menarik balik pendirian itu kerana bertentangan dengan hak asasi dan prinsip kebebasan.

Dalam kenyataannya kepada
Malaysiakini
, Dr Juanda mempersoalkan tindakan yang disifatkan "campur tangan" terhadap urusan agama Islam sedangkan umat Islam bertindak sebaliknya.

Katanya, perkara itu mesti dielakkan supaya suasana Malaysia yang harmoni dapat dicapai.

- sumber malaysiakini


...apakah kat malaysia ni sekarang semua org boleh cakap apa yg diaorang suka atas dasar 'hak asasi dan kebebasan'?  walaupun dah tau perihal pegangan agama itu perkara yg sensitif mereka berani sungguh suruh org ikut cakap dia? dulu2 tak berani sentuh tapi semenjak dua menjak ni macam dah tak kisah? nak kata yg suruh tu baru duduk malaysia sebulan dua tak jugak...jangan sampai nak terlampau jaga sangat hati partner politik, bangsa dan agama kita pulak yg tergadai...pelik aku. bila pikir2 balik  patut lar spesis macam makcik hajjah sitt al-wuzara bertambah2 kat malaysia nie...

tangan-tangan hitam 14


an interesting reading material...one of the blog that i follow,  the blogger 'Afterdark' now is in the midst of  finishing his/her draft...he/she posted some of the excerpts only  for the purpose of readers feedback/ proofreading especially on  grammar mistakes or comments before being posted officially.

take a deep breath, here is his/her story...



CHAPTER SIX - THE JESUIT IS HERE, AND SHE'S SEXY!



Now, I must put forward in advance that not everything in the novel is based on the true events. Because the intention was to promote an idea about Illuminati in Malaysia, then I have no choice but to fictionalized 25% of the stories to keep your interest. This chapter is an example of such fiction.

However, the rest 75% was either true or based on the true story.


Her name was Easther Pang Yau Ming (like all the names in this book, none of it shall be real even though you have to judge yourself which character was real and which one was fiction). She’s 34 years old business woman (I swear she looked 27) and the reason she came to me was because someone from an internet forum had told her that I might be able to help her out.

(Now, before we proceed I will apologize in advance for the lack of details about me in this book. Regardless of how coward it might seem from your point of view, I will not reveal my name, my age, my marital status, or the place where I was or currently residing. I will be the first to admit that I am such a paranoid person nowadays that if given a choice, I wouldn’t even tell you whether I’m a man or a woman. However, I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I’m a man. Another thing which I couldn’t help but reveal in this book is the fact that I’m a lawyer by trade.)

I was looking at Ms.Pang’s attractive face when I shoot her the question.

“How can I be of assistance, Miss Pang?”

“Call me Easther” She was fidgeting when she said that. Something was clearly bothering her. By habit I began my profiling of her. I can tell she’s a rich gal. I’m not the type of guy who would know how to tell a different from a cheap fabric to the expensive one but I can tell the clothes she wore must be quite expensive. The way she sat and how she moves her body tells me that she’s very educated and raised by a rich family. She’s very well verse in English, even more eloquent that I am. I seldom have the opportunity to have a client like her. I’m mostly handling criminal cases you see and most of the time I represents petty criminals. My clients usually from the lower class (blue collar and sometimes white collar) who committed something bad which caused them to be charged in Magistrate or Sessions Court. Very seldom I went to the High Court (unless I was assigned a case by the High Court) and I definitely never went to the Court of Appeal or the Federal Court. Admittedly I didn’t make much money operating this way, but I did manage to pay the bills and that’s good enough for me. Furthermore by representing petty criminals I could persuade them to agreed for a plea bargain if they were indeed guilty as charged. Petty criminals were mostly easy to persuade. In 80% cases they were engaging lawyers to help them work a deal for a lesser sentence especially if they can only pay a legal fee between three to five thousand ringgit.

“Okay Esther.. But are you sure you are in the right place.. or maybe you’re actually looking for my partner in the next room? She’s the one who handle most of our Civil cases”

“Oh no.. I’m looking for Mr. Mohammad. That’s you right?” She was smiling a bit. I was showing a bit of inferiority complex there, something a girl like her don’t usually have.

I nodded for a yes.

She was looking around my small office for a few seconds. I figured this probably the first time she went into an office as big as a store room. No doubt she has been into lawyers office before, but I bet the lawyers she knew owns bigger office or even a building of their own.

She look at me again and shoot a question “Do you know a lady by name of Marie Grace Santos?”

“No” I instinctively lied. Of course I know the name of the owner of an arse who would be at the receiving end of my feet.. that is if I could ever find her to kick her behind.

My facial expression when saying ‘no’ must be very convincing because she looked a bit surprise.. the worry. She must be thinking that she’d made a mistake somehow.

“Is she my ex-client?” I was still in my game of lying.

She looked hesitated for a moment, then answered “I don’t know, maybe?”

I saw an opportunity there to fish for information which might led to me kicking MGS’s ass. If only there’s enough information for me to know her real identity that is.

“Maybe you should tell me how you met her, I might remember if she’s one of my client from previous cases”

Esther facial expression was showing hint of embarrassment.

“I haven’t met her in person yet. I only met her online in a forum. For some reason she told me that you might be interested to take my case to Court”.

Hmm, smart lady MGS was. I should have known that she would hide any evidence of her true identity from angels and devils. Doesn’t matter, sooner or later my feet would land at her backside. Her treachery for telling this beautiful lady my full name and address would not go unpunished. I promised.

I sigh in frustration but I allowed Esther to tell her full story. It was quite shocking for me at that time and I imagine it might be rather offensive for you to hear as well.. especially of you’re a Muslim.

Here’s her story in brief..

It happens to be that Esther was quite a ‘somebody’ from the Catholic church. Was she a nun? I didn’t asked but based on her appearance I would hate to think how wasteful it would be for beautiful boobies.. sorry, I mean body like that to remain untouched.. ehem.. by the world.

Anyway, she was heading an small organization (a sub branch of a bigger one I assumed) which its sole purpose is - as she politely puts it - ‘spreading the teaching of Jesus’.

At this point I was quite interested with her story so far but were yet to realize the magnitude of situation she was about to tell me. I now know why she was approached by MGS. MGS had told me that she was working for the Vatican so I guess MGS must have met her in some forum or website in Internet reserved for the Christian community. I wasted no time in asking her that.

“Did you and Marie members of the same church or something?”

“Oh no I don’t think so, but I’m heading a small missionary group here and there’s many like me all over Malaysia. We all are registered our ID in a special website run and funded by donors from United States. We all have special email address and password to communicate with the representative from the Vatican and our sponsors from Europe and United States. Marie is one of the few admin overseeing the Singapore’s server”.

Oh I see. I have heard about this sort of activities before from a Muslim colleague in the Watchers Group. It consists of several groups of Christian Missionaries headed by locals but fully funded by the Europeans and the Americans. There’s an organisation called Gospel for Asia (GFA) of which their commitment is to train and send out men and women to become ‘a shepherd of the flock that the Lord raises up’ (according to their website.. whatever). In each area, the missionaries meet at least once a month. In all cases, national missionaries are supervised by local indigenous elders under whom they work. In turn these field leaders spend much time meeting with senior leaders.

Naturally, I took another swipe at her “You and Marie are part of GFA or ACM?”

The young lady stare at me with a look that tells me that she’s contemplating something. “No, Not ACM.. We are both under GFA, yes. But my group are at bottom in the hierarchy. I’m only the field leader for the satellite town I’m living at now. I do my missionary thing in my spare time. Most my days are spent making a living running a family business”.

“And your family business are?”

“My family own a few budget hotels here and there”

Hotel business eh? ‘Bottom in the hierarchy’ my ass! I wish I could say that aloud. Fortunately I’m still professional enough not to demonstrate my contempt. I have enough information to make educated guess on where exactly she is within the hierarchy. I’ve decided to launch a major offensive on her. If she didn’t like it, then I’m glad she’s not my future client.

I stared at her, she stared at me. Then I announced my verdict on her. “You are not a nobody within GFA, Miss Pang. You and your family are an asset for evangelical movement in this country. I bet your family own many hotels and inns around the country but all of it are differently named. Why? because almost all of its were used either to house a meeting, and gathering, and even as a lodging for western missionaries, right? I bet your family received a huge funds from GFA and your chains of hotels are being used to disguise the real purpose of the funding”.

She didn’t even look surprised. In fact, it look like she expects me to say that to her face. She just stare at me calmly and smiled.

“Marie was right to ask me to come to you” She calmly declared. I must have failed to disguise my surprising look because she then continued “You are not typical malay Mr. Mohd”

I was about to ask her to define what typical malays like when she said. “Alright. No more bullshit. I’m part of GFA and all those things you said about me is true. But I was not entirely lying when I said I only do my missionary thing in my spare time. I’m not important to GFA compared to parent. They’re the one you can call ‘assets’ for GFA. I’m only doing errands for my dad most of the time. My dad didn’t like computers so much, so he tasked me with the IT things in relation to his evangelical activities”.

“You mentioned just now ‘not entirely lying’. So which part is the lie?” I asked her.

She smiled again. “I know Marie.. I mean.. the real Marie.. and she knows mine. But you are not privileged enough to know both of who we really are”.

“You have told me your name Miss Pang. So it seems to me I am in position to know who you are”

“Marie’s real name is not Marie.. and my real name is not Esther Pang.. That mykad of mine your staff xeroxed is fake”.

Oh crap! I opened the file in front of me and scrutinized the copy of xeroxed id of the lady in front of me. I haven’t seen the one in her hand bag somewhere but the xeroxed one look good enough to fools anyone.

I stared at her again. “How do you expect me to represent you if I don’t even know your real name? I cannot put a fake person as a litigant in Court!”

“There won’t be any litigation. I’m not suing anyone”.

I was probably looking at her with the big word ‘SO? WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT ME FOR?’ showing all over my face. She must have noticed that when she said:

“I want you to negotiate an out of court settlement with a few people. Pay them to stop talking about going to Court”.

“How much money are we talking about?” I asked.

“My dad allocated five million ringgit for out of court settlement. You can haggle the price as you wish. Whatever remains if yours for the taking. You don’t even have to bother to issue payment voucher”.

At this point I was definitely wearing my poker face (I never played poker of gamble.. it’s just a figure of speech). I’m not poor or anything like that and I’ve seen quite a huge sum of cash money being handed to me. But of course this cash money I’m talking about were not mine to keep because it was intended to be money to be released later to third party upon completion of a transaction or contract. Now, the RM5,000,000 Miss Pang (or whatever her real name was) was talking about was something else because I can actually keep a portion of it. You know, i’m just that kind of lawyer who never appeared in newspaper handling major cases or representing big shots in the country. So it’s understandable that I’m quite excited to know that for the first time in my life, I might be able to gain 1 million ringgit and thus technically become a ‘millionaire’.

I was imagining paying my study loan and driving a new SUV when I heard a voice. “Hey, did you hear me?”

I immediately returned to a planet called ‘reality’ and told her “Of course I hear you. I was just looking at the wall behind you, that’s all”.

Fortunately, she didn’t pressed me to repeat what she was saying moments ago when my mind went AWOL. Otherwise it would be embarrassing to lie about what so attractive about plywood (my office wall was made from plywood.. I think) than to to listen to my own client.

To make sure it stays that way, I immediately ordered her to tell me the whole story, all true and nothing but the truth.

Upon hearing her story in entirety, I couldn’t help my mind from wandering a bit. It’s not that her story wasn’t interesting.. Oh no, any plain person would find it interesting.. It’s just that I’m not plain.. I’m a member of The Watchers Group and I’ve heard this story before.

This so called “Gospel for Asia” has been legitimately around since 1993 focusing on spreading the Gospel to Asian countries through the use of national missionaries. GFA is based in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex suburb of Carrollton, Texas. The GFA is relatively new organization but is well funded by the United States through its various front. There were others group who has been around longer than GFA. The Asian Christian Mission (ACM) for example has been around in Asia since the 1974 and then there's Borneo Evangelical Mission founded which has been active in Borneo since 1928.

In truth, The Christian mission in Malaysia has spanned a period of almost five hundred years since the day the Portuguese arrived in Malacca in 1511 under the flagship of the Military Crusading Order of Christ. After defeating Malacca, Alfonso Albuquerque then hoisted the Portuguese flag with the emblem of the cross on it and urged the eight chaplains who accompanied him on his conquest to begin their work of converting the "infidel" Muslims. Later came the British and they did their part too. However, because the Portuguese and the British was mostly here for the money rather than religion, it become obvious since the arrival of the Europeans that the Christian mission was largely hampered by western colonialism who was bent on wrestling control of either lucrative Asian spice trade or mining natural resource.

Then come the Jesuits.

Nowadays there’s estimated 413 Christian Missionaries in Peninsular Malaysia alone. If we take into account the numbers of groups who has been in Sabah and Sarawak since before the Independence day, the numbers would be staggering.

Yet except for a few who made it to the newspapers or didn’t mind announcing their existence to the world, the rest of them operated in total media black out. They operated in such clandestine nature that could rival the presence of CIA operatives in Malaysia. Whenever the ‘foreign sponsors’ wired their funds, it will be disguised either as investment fund or corporate money. In fact, I don’t think even Bank Negara could tell which money was meant for FDI (Foreign Direct Investment) and which one was meant to fund the missionaries.

Such clandestine nature of Christian Missionaries only started out in the 18th century with the coming of the Jesuits. Officially speaking, The Jesuits are a Military Religious Order of the Roman Catholic Church. However, In reality they are controlled by the Illuminati in the same way the Illuminati controls the Freemasons. This shouldn’t be surprise considering that the Founder of the Jesuit Order, Ignatius Loyola when he was still in Spain was connected to a group known as THE LOS ALUMBRADOS- "The Illuminated Ones". That name alone was self explanatory to his connection to the Illuminati. In fact, he himself almost became a victim of the Spanish Inquisition when the Roman Catholic Church got wind of his connection with the Los Alumbrados (the Illuminati). But he was acquitted before the Inquisition Court with only an admonition. It appears ln the surface that the Roman Catholic Church was against Ignatius belonging to this Witchcraft group, but obviously they did not punish him in any way for it.

Depending on one religion, there are various theories about how powerful the Jesuits are today. Conspiracy theorists who happened to be devout Christian would reject any notion that the Jesuits are in league with the Illuminati. This despite emerging stories from many well known Illuminati Defectors who swore that there’s 13 catacombs under the Vatican which is being used by the Illuminati priests to perform black mass and child sacrifice. Even when these testimonies were later accepted (albeit hesitantly) as true, the devout would argue that the Jesuits were either controlling the Illuminati or the Jesuits were more powerful than the Illuminati.

The most widely accepted theory are that the Jesuits are definitely part of the Illuminati. As difficult as it is for Christian devotes to accept this, it quite apparent for everyone that the oaths taken by the Jesuits are frighteningly similar to the Freemason’s Oath of the Knights of Columbus, Knights of Malta and Rhodes Scholars. needless to say, the oath of the Illuminati is also similar in principal to the Jesuits oath. For example, all new members swore of having no opinion or will of their own, or any mental reservation whatever, and will unhesitatingly obey each and every command that they may receive from their superiors. All members also swore to do whatever it takes to achieve the goal given by their superiors.. even if they have to wage a war or murders someone. Finally all members took an oath of secrecy and they are warned that if they breach their oath they will be killed in the most painful was imaginable.

When it come to achieving their goal, the Jesuits are more extreme than the Portuguese and the British. Whereas the British wouldn’t give a damn about spreading Christianity as long as they can control the Malaya’s natural resource, the Jesuits in reality are a bunch of Machiavelli disguised in Christian robes who firmly believes that the end justifies the means. That’s not so surprising considering on the oath they have taken:-

“"I furthermore promise and declare that I will, when opportunity present, make and wage relentless war, secretly or openly, against all heretics, Protestants and Liberals, as I am directed to do, to extirpate and exterminate them from the face of the whole earth; and that I will spare neither age, sex or condition; and that I will hang, waste, boil, flay, strangle and bury alive these infamous heretics, rip up the stomachs and wombs of their women and crush their infants' heads against the walls, in order to annihilate forever their execrable race. That when the same cannot be done openly, I will secretly use the poisoned cup, the strangulating cord, the steel of the poniard or the leaden bullet, regardless of the honor, rank, dignity, or authority of the person or persons, whatever may be their condition in life, either public or private, as I at any time may be directed so to do by any agent of the Pope or Superior of the Brotherhood of the Holy Faith, of the Society of Jesus."

Yes, in their quest to spread Christianity, the Jesuits has taken an extreme oath which includes their willingness to murder those they perceived as ‘heretics’ be it man, woman and child. That being said, I couldn’t help but wonder to what extend they’re actually willing to do in order to achieve their objectives.

It is believed today that the Jesuits are in control of the Vatican and its Bank (The Vatican Bank). The Vatican Bank in reality is not a bank in the same terms that define first-tare global financial institutions, such as the one you and I hold accounts at. The Vatican Bank functions in the global financial under-belly, well outside the controls of normal EU/U.S regulations, governmental controls and more importantly for 'Gods bankers' as far away from ‘the grasp of the law’ as possible. Those holding an account at The Vatican Bank fall loosely into three categories (a.) Catholic Churches and clergy (b.) Criminals (c.) Tax Evaders.

The Vatican Bank was formed in the middle of WW2 and made its initial wealth by accepting tainted funds from the deceased bank accounts & riches of Europe’s Jewish population, acquiesced by corrupt regimes - such as the one that gave the Vatican the very statehood it now uses to avoid prosecution and act beyond international law. The relatives of the Holocaust victims are still trying to recover those stolen ‘blood’ monies six decades later.

Money laundering still remains the main ‘money-making’ activity of The Institute for Works of Religion (the banks technical name) to this day. As a matter of fact, in 2010 the head of the Vatican Bank, Ettore Gotti Tedeschi, is under investigation as part of a money-laundering inquiry where Prosecutors seized 23m euros ($30m; £19m) from the bank's accounts.

Nowadays, all missionaries operation all over the world - the one that accepted funds from Vatican that is - are funded by the Vatican Bank. Based on my groups estimation, 87% of all missionaries funding in Malaysia came from the Vatican through various fronts and corporation. Surprisingly enough, the 13% remaining missionaries who refused the Jesuits funding largely came from the Borneo. The Borneo Evangelical Church (SIB) for example, make it clear that it has no formal organizational links outside Malaysia. I myself was quite surprise in knowing that the majority of churches goers is Sabah and Sarawak did not consider themselves as the Pope’s subject.

As I was listening to the sexy lady who was talking in front of me, I was wondering whether I was sitting face to face with a Jesuit. My mind then went back to some of my friends in the Watcher’s group. One guy in particular hated the Jesuits as much as I hates the Illuminati. I like to think of him as the mobile ‘Jesuits Encyclopedia’ due to his vast knowledge on the Jesuits. He posted a lot of articles about the Jesuits and I have taken the liberty to read those articles from time to time. He’s been in the Watchers group far long than I am and his was known amongst the circle as “Imam Ali”.

I wonder if Esther Pang (or whatever her real name is) is a Jesuit.. If she is.. what would Imam Ali said if he’s sitting here instead of me.

Well, the answer to the first question was answered in the 1oth minutes of her story.

“There’s this girl.. a close friend of mine and a newest member in my church.. She died 10 days ago while vacationing in Penang with her boyfriend”

She began sobbing. Clearly she was very fond of this dead girl, I was thinking.

“Cause of death?” I began shooting question while at the same time taking down notes.

Esther took a deep breath in between tears, then she answered “No one knew.. One day she went to Jerejak island with her boyfriend, three days later she returned to my dad's hotel clearly ill. We sent her to the hospital and she just died like that with no apparent reason. It doesn’t make any sense”.

Hmm, seems like her dad doesn’t want any bad publicity on the hotel. But that doesn’t make sense why her dad are willing to spend five millions ringgit!

“So, what her name?” I was still wondering about the five million ringgit as I asked the question.

She didn't answered. She was clearly hesitating.

“The newest member of your church who died in your dad’s hotel.. What’s her name?”

I swear there was a 10 seconds silence going on before she finally answered.

“Her name is Fatimah Binti Abdul Rahman...”

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Now I get it. That pretty much self explanatory as to why Esther’s dad desperately wanted a media black out on this.

The dead girl was a Muslim.. She died as apostate.

Yep.. Easther and her entire family’s business were definitely funded by the Jesuits.


Posted by AFTERDARK at 5:22 AM

Monday, February 13, 2012

14 februari - yg aku tak tau...yg aku kebetulan tau...yg aku continue - part 1

tiap kali 14 februari, setiap tahun kita akan tetap memperkatakannya...takpa, menasihati antara satu sama lain akan perkara yg dilarang tidak mengapa.

tapi org kita masih ada yg nak amik tarikh tu bila nak kawin, betunang etc.

lam fesbuk pon still masih byk wish sana sini... terutama golongan muda.

maybe ada tiga kategori ;

  • maybe peringkat muda2 celebrate sebab tak diberitau atau tak tau...
  • tau, tapi yg set tarikh kawin , bertunang atau special occasion pada 14 februari tu dipilih secara kebetulan hari yg ditunggu-tunggu...
  • cuma yg dah tahu tapi masih continue...yg ni haru...


Saturday, February 11, 2012

tuah ayam nampak di kaki, tuah manusia di 'kaki tangankan' dek ayam - part 2

power tak power penangan ayam kat mesia...taip bebanyak aku malas, korang tengok clip jer lah...