This is just... F**King irritating...
STAR Newspaper, Monday 23rd January 2006, Nation Pg 14
Supper date ends up in gang rape for teen
KUALA LUMPUR: A 19-year old woman, who went out for supper with a man she had only met once before, ended up being gang-raped by a group of men in Gombak.
Police sources said the woman, who worked at a hair salon in the city, accepted an invitation for supper from a man in his 20s after he promised to send her home.
After supper, the man took the woman on his motorcycle to a residential area in Taman Seri Gombak and stopped near an open field about 12:30 am yesterday.
A group of motorcyclists arrive soon after and took her to the middle of the field, where they took turns to rape her.
Her screams for help were heard by a passer-by who went to her aid.
Sources said two men in their 20s were picked up for questioning several hours later after the incident. Police are looking for at least six more men.
It almost seems apparent to me that probably the role of men in this modern world of ours has changed. No longer are we the protectors of the weak, but instead brutes. Brutes who think with their genitals.
This is just disgraceful. I hate these kidn of people, and given the opportunity, i would not only be the one to help her, i would gladly made sure they had no reason to rape any otehr person. I hate rapists, and i hope tehy all F**King die.
What happenned to the men who were supposed to protect the weak? what happenned to the person that was supposed to help people and be looked up upon as a role model? what ever happenned to that! WHY ARE THERE PEOPLE LIKE THIS IN THE WORLD! Even in words, i can't fully express my emotions.
From protector to the feared... no longer are we protecting the innocent but instead assaulting them... not only assaulting, but raping. Not ONLY RAPING, BUT GANG RAPING. Its a F**King disgrace.
I don't care if we come form a 3rd world country and many say that this is inevitable. Truth is that its not. The only one who decide whether its inevitable itself is us as a community. How many men were involved in this case??? DIDN'T ANY ONE OF THEM HAVE A SENSE OF SELF CONSCIENCE???
I am embarassed... and i am sad to see this kind of things... its not the first time, and i know it wont be the last. These things happened in the very own country i live in.. the country i love. I am lost for words. Men are pigs.
EDIT: Well, i thought about this abit, and i realised one thing... The girl herself was an idiot. She did not think well before meeting the guy... and she didn't even suspect anything suspicious... fool... She met the guy only for one time... and already she was going out with him for supper. The wiser choice would have been to go somewhere more populated? and in broad daylight??? I'll never understand people.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Monday, January 02, 2006
The Nightmare Before Christmas
As you guys know, christmas has just passed... and the night before, i had a nightmare... quite a disturbing one actually... and i've decided to share it with you all... for the sake of weirdness... XD... Here goes...
The dream started in sort of like a western location... a fair amount of forest... and we were riding horses... i was riding with my sister, and my mom and bro were riding together... we had high ground over them.. so i could see them by looking down... they were beside what looked like a ranch or something... or might have been a stable, close to the walls of the building....
This is when i saw a man, with like a rugged cowboyish clothing, holstering a double barrel shotgun on his shoulder with his left hand, ride his horse, from the other side of the building.. so my mom and brother could not see him... my mom was holding my brother up front by the way... so... he rode beside them, and before i knew it, he aimed the shotgun at my mom and fired..
She just flew away like a ragdoll, which was weird as well, because there was no blood... i got so mad that i got off the horse, and tried to jump the guy from above. My sister said "NO! Don't do it!" I don't know, i was just furious at the time... I jumped the guy, who was now holding a pistol, revolver.... aimed at me... but i managed to push his gun away... which he was holding in his right hand away... and the shot missed me...
I pinned him onto the ground, obviously knocked him off his horse... he tried to stab me with a knife, but i stopped him... he was surprisingly weak for some reason... I reversed the knife and sent it into his chin... and slowly moved up the side of his face with the knife, till right below the right eye... i cut from the right.. like a letter C... there was no blood though...
While slicing him, i said "Do you want to die???"... and stared at his face... this is where it got weird... the persno became my brother... his right eye was twitching in every direction, and the slice on his face which i made gave no blood, something like cutting plastic... his left eye looked dead however... after i said that, i backed off... and he just lied there... and a few seconds, smiled... smiled at me... the most sinister smile i ever saw... it was pure evil... but it was my brother though... at that point, even if it was a dream.. i thought i stared evil in the eye, took it out, and as a sign that it could never be defeated, it played with my mind.... and tortured me.. tormented me...
It was fairly freaky... i woke up at 5 am, not getting enough sleep considering i couldn't sleep till 2... freaky for me i guess..
The dream started in sort of like a western location... a fair amount of forest... and we were riding horses... i was riding with my sister, and my mom and bro were riding together... we had high ground over them.. so i could see them by looking down... they were beside what looked like a ranch or something... or might have been a stable, close to the walls of the building....
This is when i saw a man, with like a rugged cowboyish clothing, holstering a double barrel shotgun on his shoulder with his left hand, ride his horse, from the other side of the building.. so my mom and brother could not see him... my mom was holding my brother up front by the way... so... he rode beside them, and before i knew it, he aimed the shotgun at my mom and fired..
She just flew away like a ragdoll, which was weird as well, because there was no blood... i got so mad that i got off the horse, and tried to jump the guy from above. My sister said "NO! Don't do it!" I don't know, i was just furious at the time... I jumped the guy, who was now holding a pistol, revolver.... aimed at me... but i managed to push his gun away... which he was holding in his right hand away... and the shot missed me...
I pinned him onto the ground, obviously knocked him off his horse... he tried to stab me with a knife, but i stopped him... he was surprisingly weak for some reason... I reversed the knife and sent it into his chin... and slowly moved up the side of his face with the knife, till right below the right eye... i cut from the right.. like a letter C... there was no blood though...
While slicing him, i said "Do you want to die???"... and stared at his face... this is where it got weird... the persno became my brother... his right eye was twitching in every direction, and the slice on his face which i made gave no blood, something like cutting plastic... his left eye looked dead however... after i said that, i backed off... and he just lied there... and a few seconds, smiled... smiled at me... the most sinister smile i ever saw... it was pure evil... but it was my brother though... at that point, even if it was a dream.. i thought i stared evil in the eye, took it out, and as a sign that it could never be defeated, it played with my mind.... and tortured me.. tormented me...
It was fairly freaky... i woke up at 5 am, not getting enough sleep considering i couldn't sleep till 2... freaky for me i guess..
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Hmm
My boredom has driven me up the wall. I feel as if i have come towards a road block in my life... I'm living everyday just to live. Nothing else...
Its getting worse. What happens when you do not look forward to tomorrow??? what happens when you do not wish for anything else...? you lose the will to live... I am on the verge of that...
I've just had my worst new year to date. I can't believe how bad it was... first i set out to meet a girl whom i've been quite estatic in getting to know for some time now. My father sends me an hour late, and well, picks me up two hours late. Worst of all, i foresaw all of this. I automatically knew i wasn't mistakened... the tone he was speaking it in, the time measurement taken for him to reach the house, it was all preplanned. I sent him a sms to get him to pick me up then, an hour later i call him asking him if he recieved him and he replied that he was sleeping and recieved nothing...
It doesn't take a genius to see through a blunt lie like that:
- The tone of his voice did not sound like that of a person who had just woke up
- Even if he missed the sms while sleeping, it wouldn't mean that he didn't recieve it.
Not as if it wasn't bad enough, my mom starts questioning me on my motifs on seeing the girl, as if i was an idiot... obviously i can distinguish if that person is real or not. There's only a certain extend you can go to pull of a lie. To make your own blog and make fabricate events and friends is already too far. To find a picture of a girl and a brother who look similar, thats already going too far. To give me a chance to talk to the good friends, thats already too far, therefore it has to be real.
Even if the person wasn't, the choice of venue should help to easen the location. Never ever choose a underpopulated place for first meetings. Thats why i agreed on a very busy, bustling place.
Seriously, sometimes i feel that after i've come back from australia, all that my parents have seen me as idiot... I don't know why humans do this, neither did i expect my parents to be victims of it. We're not stupid, we were never made stupid. Do we choose to use that lump of flesh in our heads to full capacity????
If to live my life, was to suppress my feelings, then i would rather not live.
I've been to hell, i've visited heaven.
I've seen the unimaginable, i've experienced miracles.
These are things not many people understand about me, and these are probably one of the reasons why i would live my life alone. None of us are prepared to accept an anomaly in the system such as me to be their partner. Its too big a risk. Therefore, all that i'll ever be is a good friend, but if it makes people happy, i don't mind.
If the reason for my living was to make people happy in sacrifice of my own, i would gladly accept it.
If you knew you had the power to do something, would you do it?
If you knew you had the knowledge of the gods, would you share it?
If you lived your life everyday without fear, are you considered stupid?
If you were to live your life engulfed by fear, are you considered a wimp?
There are so many unanswered questions in the world, and the best thing about it is that there is no correct answer to any of them. Thats the beauty of life. There is always another way around things, unlike computer programming
Its getting worse. What happens when you do not look forward to tomorrow??? what happens when you do not wish for anything else...? you lose the will to live... I am on the verge of that...
I've just had my worst new year to date. I can't believe how bad it was... first i set out to meet a girl whom i've been quite estatic in getting to know for some time now. My father sends me an hour late, and well, picks me up two hours late. Worst of all, i foresaw all of this. I automatically knew i wasn't mistakened... the tone he was speaking it in, the time measurement taken for him to reach the house, it was all preplanned. I sent him a sms to get him to pick me up then, an hour later i call him asking him if he recieved him and he replied that he was sleeping and recieved nothing...
It doesn't take a genius to see through a blunt lie like that:
- The tone of his voice did not sound like that of a person who had just woke up
- Even if he missed the sms while sleeping, it wouldn't mean that he didn't recieve it.
Not as if it wasn't bad enough, my mom starts questioning me on my motifs on seeing the girl, as if i was an idiot... obviously i can distinguish if that person is real or not. There's only a certain extend you can go to pull of a lie. To make your own blog and make fabricate events and friends is already too far. To find a picture of a girl and a brother who look similar, thats already going too far. To give me a chance to talk to the good friends, thats already too far, therefore it has to be real.
Even if the person wasn't, the choice of venue should help to easen the location. Never ever choose a underpopulated place for first meetings. Thats why i agreed on a very busy, bustling place.
Seriously, sometimes i feel that after i've come back from australia, all that my parents have seen me as idiot... I don't know why humans do this, neither did i expect my parents to be victims of it. We're not stupid, we were never made stupid. Do we choose to use that lump of flesh in our heads to full capacity????
If to live my life, was to suppress my feelings, then i would rather not live.
I've been to hell, i've visited heaven.
I've seen the unimaginable, i've experienced miracles.
These are things not many people understand about me, and these are probably one of the reasons why i would live my life alone. None of us are prepared to accept an anomaly in the system such as me to be their partner. Its too big a risk. Therefore, all that i'll ever be is a good friend, but if it makes people happy, i don't mind.
If the reason for my living was to make people happy in sacrifice of my own, i would gladly accept it.
If you knew you had the power to do something, would you do it?
If you knew you had the knowledge of the gods, would you share it?
If you lived your life everyday without fear, are you considered stupid?
If you were to live your life engulfed by fear, are you considered a wimp?
There are so many unanswered questions in the world, and the best thing about it is that there is no correct answer to any of them. Thats the beauty of life. There is always another way around things, unlike computer programming
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