hi , im not sure whether this is a crime 'crime' or a big crime. im an ex housemaster in nilai area. the reason ive been moving out to KL is because my housemate is african christian who's got a malay girlfriend moslem. they are staying together not married and have a baby and i heard that they give away the baby to the girlfriend aunty but the fact is the auntie sell the baby to other person OR them sell the baby to auntie. im really not sure about this but now the babys gone. why i know everything, becuase the african use to telling me all the stuff, but since we have an issues and i also moving out, im lack of info. recently the new housemaster telling me the couples always have a fight and worst.
my question is can i report them to the Jabatan Islam Negerisembilan or should i go to police?and how much for take it out the car from the impound?remembering im not a local, im afraid the police will turn it back to me about this stuff. and also now they are threatning me / ugut me, about the car that i lost it one year ago but now the police already found it and its in impound, waiting for the owner to take. its funny they ask 14000RM for kancil '93 or else they might go make a report.i dnt know what kind of report they want to make. but i already told the girl i want replace with a same car, but she refuse it and she tell in me all the crappy lame excuse.
can you guys help me to provide me the info and advice me with smthing that might be useful..thnks
note: the african loves to drink and when drunk beat the girlfriend.
the issue is with the africans which u r racist against, or with your car which you got no money for it? u wan money?
kena stolen shoes, my house garden table also they steal. and got once this 2 armed burglars tried to rob my house during CNY but they failed
was at pg with my family...midnight say 12am receive call from the kindergarten behind my hse saying our house maid is with them. she fled because got people climb into my house and she heard their conversation
A: lu masuk dalam, saya cover awak kat luar B: okay A: tapi kalau jumpa sesiapa, bunuh sama dia saja B: okay
my maid: ZOMGWTFBBQILL bunuh?,stunned she climbed back door into the kindergarten asking for help
as the robbers attempt to climb in my house, this is the miracle part, got police ronda around my area. those 2 jokers quickly ran off, kena chase by police a while..but tak jadi tangkap
my neighbour just got his house ROBBED. It happened during rain and people were praying at the surau next to the house so people cant hear the robber break in. I was using the computer too much i havent notice anything happen, yesterday also my area got people rob. really dangerous lah
Step back, pull out of the race. Be alone, think positive, don't do anything reckless, breath easy, remind yourself, you are already in the vehicle of life that doesn't stop.
My contribution today... In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.
You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip. Always remember those who serve us AND those whom we serve.
here another simple quote that i cherish but often cannot follow
kill Buddha as you see him kill the father as you see him never be captivate by anyone just live as yourself the way you really are -gensomaden saiyuki-
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
Perhaps this quote needs further clarification, otherwise it would be misleading.
What other people think of us may provide windows of opportunity for us to discover our weakness. Self-reflection, sometimes involve listening to what others have to say about you, though not all may be useful, some would be inspirational.
Just to add some, the following might not be directly relevant, it would somehow echoes the important of thoughts.
" Other best thoughts come from others" - Ralph Waldo Emerson
" The world we created is a product of our thinking; it cannot be changed without changing our thinking" - Albert Einstein
Iqbal Masih (Urdu: اقبال مسیح) (b. 1983 - April 16, 1995), was a young Pakistani boy who was forced into bonded labour in a carpet factory at the age of five, became an international figurehead for the Bonded Labour Liberation Front at the age of 10 and was brutally murdered in 1995 at the age of 12 by being shot in the back with a twelve gauge shotgun. Iqbal Masih was born in Muridke, a small, rural village outside of Lahore in Pakistan. Shortly after Iqbal's birth, his father, Saif Masih, abandoned the family. Iqbal's mother, Inayat, worked as a housecleaner, but found it difficult to make enough money to feed all her children from her small income. Iqbal was sold as a child slave at the age of four for the equivalent of 12 USD. He was forced to work on a carpet loom in a small town called Muridke near Lahore, and was made to work twelve hours per day. Due to long hours of hard work and insufficient food and care, Iqbal was undersized. At twelve years of age, Iqbal was the size of a six-year old boy. At the age of 10, he escaped the brutal slavery and later joined the BLLF (Bonded Labor Liberation Front of Pakistan) to help stop child labor around the world. Iqbal helped over 3,000 Pakistani children that were in bonded labour escape to freedom, and made speeches about child labour all around the world. He was murdered on Easter Sunday 1995 in Muridke in the middle of a busy road. Some locals were accused of the crime but it is assumed by many that he was assassinated by members of the "Carpet Mafia" because of his famous fight against the child labour industry. In 1994, Iqbal was awarded the Reebok Human Rights Award. In 2000, he was posthumously awarded The World's Children's Prize for the Rights of the Child.
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