hai YIYING ambik lah kalau awak sudi ;’)
peh award doh feeling so #2008 KAHKAHKAH!
p/s – huduh nak meninggal k bai
Yiying pun ade buat award utk aku.
HAHAHAHAHHA takleh blah! MMuahhh! sayang Yiying!
Yiying pun ade buat award utk aku.
HAHAHAHAHHA takleh blah! MMuahhh! sayang Yiying!
Ok fine i kenot brain this how can telur siput annoying kale pink tu leh berbakti kepada bangsa dan negara sedangkan aku ni duk tengok depa pun dah give up urghhh seriously geli especially bila dia pecah OHMAIGOAT bunyi dia gila make me stress like cipan tahu dak T_____T
*amaran : gambar sume pesen ulang tayang harap maklum*
Aku baru tahu ini anak sapa. Ini lah anak siput gandong eh salah salah SIPUT GONDANG (pesen malas backspace) ok perangai ini lah yang kita taknak ye kengkawan ni pesen pangai bila nak kawin beriya pastu bila dapat anak ditinggal tinggalkan *tetiba* so bila dah bersepah sepah telur ni yang stress nya sapa???
AKU JUGAKKKKKK zzZzzz T_____T
Aku jumpa telur siput gondang ni masa aku buat final projek kat poli. Telur ni aku tengok dari Semester 1 2008 lagi masa aku pegi balik kelas lalu tasik PSIS. Ku pikir mende ni lumut atototooo omeynye kale pinkkkk. Pegi balik pegi balik kelas every sem mesti tertanya tanya amende la ni.
Pastu bila dah start wat final projek kan duk ari ari keje kekorek longkang jela sampai acik cleaner singgah melawat tapak akibat pelik apehal la student ni duk kekorek longkang ni acah acah nak wat part time ngan aku ke apa HAHAHA #hambar fineeeee sentap gila fineee.
Aku : “Acik, ni amende wane pink ni cik? Lumut ke apa?”
Acik : “Oh.. ini telur siput…”
Si Rafiq plak tangan gatal duk pecah pecah kan telur berkenaan guna ranting peh bunyi dia T____T ko paham tak perasaan ngilu dia dengan ghope cam jem stroberinye *matikslah nak makan jem stroberi pasni*
Okay cite skang mende ni walaupun annoying still leh lakukan khidmat masyarakat. Depa boleh melebatkan rambut wei rupanya ade jugak orang duk cari telur siput gondang or nama lain dia siput tiong ni sampai tersangkut kat blog aku huuu.
KEGUNAAN TELUR DAN SIPUT GONDANG/SIPUT TIONG
Hello hello hello okay kembali kita di belog omey omey Eny! AGAGAGA intro macam haram kan ampun semorang KAHKAHKAH
Okay aku nak promote member aku punya bisnes dia ni memang berhasrat nak owned a petshop but now dah ada petshop online pehh ok lettew sikit sikit lame lame jadi bukit ang jangan jadi cam aku hangat hangat tahi ayammm je k mengaku akhirnya #shingshingairmatabercucuran
Tapi aku tengok minah ni gigih meng-update blog dia aku syak bukan pesen hangat2 tahi ayam cam aku kot boleh jalan ni eh btw even business online pun dia dah daftar company sendiri tau ang jangan main mainnnn :O
Okay senang cite kita kabo jela eh apa si Iz jual
OK ini petikan dari Blogshop si Iz eh :
Kucing makan rumput supaya tekak dia loya dan mampu untuk muntahkan hairball dlm perut kerana bulu-bulu yg dijilat masa grooming ni tidak boleh dihadamkan dengan sendiri. Kalau diperhatikan bila kucing muntah, dalam muntah tu ada daun sekali (selalunya sehelai je, hehe). Kalau nak tahu lebih lanjut, boleh tengok entry ni:
Kalau nak beli Pet Grass, boleh la PM ataupun sms Kak Iz ye, 012-9379037. Ni ha model pet grass, nama dia Hime, sebelah dia yg muka terperanjat tu namanya Sookie, hehehe..
p/s – jangan ko gatai nak sms berkenalan plak ni bini orang woiiii #asahparang
Cat Hammock ni harga tak termasuk kucing ye. AAGAGAGGAA aku yakin kucing beliau yang bernama Hime ( princess ) ni tak ternilai harga nya.
Okay Pet Bedding ni memang nice gila aku berkenan tau pada awalnya dia nak aku jahitkan benda ni nak beli dari aku tapi memandangkan aku malas gila kambing jadi dia pun buat la sendiri.
At first dia DIY untuk kegunaan sendiri mungkin pastu dia dah terasa fun menjahit jahit ni pastu now dia dah jual dan aku pulak yang terliur T____T magad comel nye kalau Mushtash tidoq ataih Ped Bedding polkadot magad omeyyyy gerammm ittew taw!
Yang ni harga dia bergantung pada size tilam dan jenis kain nye. Lagi elok kain lagi syok kucing ko landing trust me cam si Mushtash ni memilih nak kain kain yang sejuk je kalau stakat baldu RM5 kat daiso tu dia nak pijak pun cam geli nanti kalau ade video aku rakam kasi ko tengok hahaHAHA bapak annoying gila
Ko pilih la apa ko nak asal kan ko bahagia yang aku tau harga dia sume pesen bebaloi baloi aku ni kalau dah keje memang aku grab lama dah mende si Iz ni jual ni keje pun belum ade hati nak sopim hak tuih la Enyyy =,=”
30 hours ago, I escaped from being kidnapped
by Chin Xin-Ci on Tuesday, 29 May 2012 at 00:39 ·
As I sit here writing this, I am just so grateful to be alive.
To think that 30 hours ago I had a knife to my throat, face to face with the threat of being kidnapped and raped.
It was a Sunday, at 5.22PM. I was alone, walking towards my boyfriend’s car in level B2 of The Curve, Mutiara Damansara. He was not in town, and I was running errands with his car. Just as I was putting my shopping bags in the rear seat, the rear car door was slammed against my back, and a meat cleaver was pressed against my throat. A man covered my mouth with his hand, and whispered not to scream. He then shoved me onto the floor of the backseat of the car and waved the cleaver at me, reminding me not to scream. He was skinny, wearing a baggy turqoise blue t-shirt, had a thick moustache and short curly hair, approx 5’8″, mid-30s, and of Indian descent.
At this moment, second man appeared. He was also in his mid-30s. He was wearing a red t-shirt, had a crewcut, and was of Malay descent. He grabbed my car keys and demanded for my parking ticket. I couldn’t remember where it was. They shoved me deeper into the car, and the Indian man got into the back seat with me, while the Malay man got into the driver’s seat, driving us out of the carpark.
I told them they could take everything, just let me go. But at that point they didn’t even ask for money. Instead, the Indian man started to make sexual advances. Then it hit me. “Oh my God. Oh my God. This is really happening. I’m being kidnapped.. and I think I know what they want.”
From this moment on, there were a few crucial things that happened that I think is the reason I’m alive today.
1. I managed to get into a position to escape.
When they got into the car, the Indian man had tried to force my body down onto the floor. I knew that the moment I’m on the floor, there would be no chance of escape. So I begged him to let me sit up. I promised him I wouldn’t scream or alert anyone’s attention. Thankfully, he trusted me, and let me sit up, gripping my arm tightly. Then I told him my arm really hurt and to please not grip it so hard. He loosened his grip.
2. I did not fight for the sake of fighting.
I was in an enclosed space, with no clear escape route. I would never win in a fight with these 2 guys, especially when they have sharp weapons. Had I fought from the get go, I may not have been in a position to escape. I might’ve even been knocked out cold, and God only knows where I would be right now.
3. I was lucky and sneaky.
I knew that the only way to escape, was to jump out of the car, even if it was moving. They had locked the car doors. So I leaned back, pretended to scratch my hair, and shakily unlocked the door I was leaning against. I’m so lucky they did not see or hear this!
4. I went ‘crazy’ at the right time.
And then I waited. I knew that the car would have to slow down outside the parking lot, as it exits to merge with the main roads. The moment it slowed down, I opened the car door and tried to make a run for it. I failed. I kicked my legs out of the car, but the Indian man had managed to pull my body back in. >From this moment on, everything is a blur. I remember the Malay driver temporarily stopping the car, leaning over from the driver’s seat and attempting to close the door and pull my legs in. At that point I remember thinking, “Even if I don’t get out now, I need to keep the door open and my legs out the door. At the very least, it should cause a scene, and someone would see me. Or, the door might hit another car and they’ll be forced to slow down.” So I continued kicking. My right foot pushed against the wide-open car door to keep it open. I recall elbowing, struggling, kicking, and even biting. I lost my glasses, and was struggling blindly for my life. At some point the Malay driver yelled, “BAGI DIA LEPAS! BAGI DIA LEPAS!” (Let her go! Let her go!) and the Indian man loosened his grip. I made a jump out of the still-moving car, and ran for my life.
5. I acted in spite of the fear.
My friends said I was brave. But I didn’t feel like it. I was quivering and shaking in fear. I was so afraid. I thought I was going to die. I was weak with fear and deathly afraid. I truly thought “this was it”. But I knew I HAD to move. I had to run. Or there would be a worser fate in store for me. While I was quaking in fear, I forced myself to look around and see if there was any way I could escape, or even catch someone’s eye.
6. I remembered the people I love.
The only thing that matters when you’re faced with potentially horrendous fate, is the people in your life. When I felt the knife to my neck, the first thing I thought was , “This cannot be happening. I must be dreaming.” The second? The people that truly matter to me flashed across my mind. It sounds cliche, but it’s true. I thought of my parents. My brother. Khailee. Esther. More people. That’s all I could think of for a few moments, before I started brainstorming my escape.
I ran towards the Maybank outlet at the Curve. There were plenty of people milling around. I screamed for help over and over again. I was hysterical. I grabbed an older Malay man by his shoulders and begged for help before practically collapsing at his feet.
I will always remember the relief and liberation I felt, running over Mutiara Damansara’s manicured grass and into the crowd.
Today, I found out that the entire ordeal from the moment I left the parking ticket payment machine, to my escape, happened in about 4 minutes. To me, it felt like one long nightmare.
We never think its going to happen to us… and then it does. I used to think that this is something that happens only in the papers and to people far, far removed from me. But then it did happen to me. I moved to PJ/KL 6 years ago, and I’ve spent countless mornings, afternoons and nights at The Curve. When my friends and I were organizing Rock Up! back in 2008, we were walking around the place at 4AM even. It’s been 6 years, and never once did I feel that I was unsafe at The Curve. Until yesterday.
I feel like moving out of the country ASAP. Getting the hell out of this state where you hear of a kidnapping or attempted one every month (remember Nayati?), or a snatch theft every week. And yet I’m fully aware of the fact that in another country with more lax firearm laws, they would’ve been holding a gun to my head, not a cleaver. And that would’ve been so, so much worse.
I’m Blessed. By God’s grace, I am alive and relatively well. And I will live another day to build another cat iPhone app. It just was not my time to go. And for that, I thank God.
I want to share this story with everyone because cops tell me that they rarely get to hear it from someone who escapes.
Girls, be so very careful. Be vigilant, and please try not to go anywhere alone. If you need to walk to the carpark, and you’re alone, get a guard to go with you. I was recently told that it’s part of their job description to assist anyone if needed.
Guys, watch out for your girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters and friends. Walk with them, don’t take their paranoia or fear lightly. Watch out for them.
And everyone, just watch out for each other. Take care of each other. These things really DO happen. As I ran out of the car, so many people came to help me. Strangers who didn’t know who I was, came forward and offered me tissue paper, water, cellphones, and general comfort.
Malaysians, please care for one another. You already do. Just keep on caring. Keep watching out for each other. Don’t worry about being thought of as “busy body” or “overreacting”. The world can be a cruel place, but all it takes is for people to care for one another to make all the difference.
Aku jumpa menatang ni kat pesbuk. Aku memang alergi bab bab mende ni. Salu kalau kat basement memang aku laju masuk kete tutup pintu kunci. Aku salu cakap kat cuk wat mende yang sama sampai duk gado pun ada sebab dia cakap ala takde papee seriusss tapi aku rasa tak selamat selagi tak kunci aku tatau pasai pa T_____T
Memang setiap kali aku masuk kete tu la mende first aku buat. Kunci pintu. Lepas tu baru la time tu nak bukak lock stereng ke start enjin ke. Memang aku akan terbayang laki datang kat aku dia masuk pintu belakang ke or pintu sebelah aku ke or datang kat aku rampas kunci ke sexual harassment ke tekup muka aku ngan kain pengsan ke pehhh T____T
Aku teringat dulu masa aku keje Mcd time tu aku jaga drive thru. Aku ngah duk bagi makanan kan tetiba ade cina tu datang terus pegang kunci kete orang tu dari luar tingkap. Ade dua laki tak silap aku. Pas cina tu amek kunci terus cina tu suruh owner kete beralih kat sebelah sit driver. Pastu cina tu tunggu makanan cam biasa. Cina tu amek makanan tu pastu blah. Scary siot.
Kalau kat traffic light tengah benti pun aku takut nak bukak tingkap. Memang aku terbayang la orang datang amek kunci aku cam cina tu buat. Tak pun masuk dalam kete aku ke. Dah la lately ni ade cite yang mat rempit pecah cermin tingkap kete pompuan amek handbag. Menyempat gila.
Kalau kat stesen minyak pun aku still akan kunci pintu. Takde nak biar camtu je. Sebab aku pna dengar ade pompuan tu masa dia tga nak gi bayar tetiba ade laki masuk kete dia ikut pintu belakang pastu mungkin pekerja stesen minyak tu nampak and then bagi announcement guna mic tu kan cakap sila jangan masuk dalam kete skang dan sila datang ke kaunter sebab kereta anda diceroboh masuk homai homai scary. Pastu bila reramai datang kat kete dia check tengok tengok pintu belakang kete da terbukak.
Ya Allah mintak simpang la mende mende ni jadi kat aku.. Aku takut sangat. And if aku jadi minah yg hampir kene kidnap tu memang aku takut gila ah. Tapi walau apa pun dugaan or mende ngeri berlaku kat diri kita, kita kene kuat and jangan letak bende tu dalam hati. Jangan fobia tak memasal sebab semua tu memakan diri sendiri. Cuma kene kuat and next time kene lebih berhati hati. Lama lama nanti insyaAllah akan lupa and boleh hidup macam biasa. InsyaAllah.