Hari ni bos awal2 dah inform he wont be able to come to the office so i guess today is my lazy day and my day to kacau mr b, hahahha...Kenapa ni, malas sgt nk keje ni...adui...ade mase 45 tahun lagi kene kerja, gosh!
"Sesungguhnya dalam diri manusia itu ada seketul daging. Jika daging itu baik, maka baiklah seluruh anggotanya tetapi seandainya daging itu rosak dan kotor, maka kotor dan rosaklah seluruh anggota badan. Daging yang dimaksudkan itu adalah hati"
(Riwayat Bukhari dan Muslim daripada Nu'man bin Basyir)
Inilah gaya aku menulis tentang hidup, menulis bukan kerna nama, tapi kerna rasa.
(Riwayat Bukhari dan Muslim daripada Nu'man bin Basyir)
Inilah gaya aku menulis tentang hidup, menulis bukan kerna nama, tapi kerna rasa.
22 December, 2011
21 December, 2011
CERITA SERAM HARI NI, GIRLS, I MEAN GIRL, SHOULD NOT GO OUT WITH NO ONE ACCOMPANY U! U HAVE TO BRING ALONG SOMEONE TO ACCOMPANY U!
Well sad to say nowadays banyak cerita tak best.
Mmg benar she's not a Muslim, but she's a women! Should not be this way, and i hope that the guy who did this will be punish!!I mean it, marah ni!
Ok, lets roll over cerita ttg gadis ni..
Junko Furuta. The girl who went through 44 days of torture.
DAY 1: November 22, 1988: Kidnapped
Kept captive in house, and posed as one of boy’s girlfriend
Raped (over 400 times in total)
Forced to call her parents and tell them she had run away
Starved and malnutritioned
Fed cockroaches to eat and urine to drink
Forced to masturbate
Forced to strip in front of others
Burned with cigarette lighters
Foreign objects inserted into her vagina/anus
DAY 11: December 1, 1988: Severely beat up countless times
Face held against concrete ground and jumped on
Hands tied to ceiling and body used as a punching bag
Nose filled with so much blood that she can only breath through her mouth
Dumbbells dropped onto her stomach
Vomited when tried to drink water (her stomach couldn’t accept it)
Tried to escape and punished by cigarette burning on arms
Flammable liquid poured on her feet and legs, then lit on fire
Bottle inserted into her anus, causing injury
DAY 20: December10, 1989: Unable to walk properly due to severe leg burns
Beat with bamboo sticks
Fireworks inserted into anus and lit
Hands smashed by weights and fingernails cracked
Beaten with golf club
Cigarettes inserted into vagina
Beaten with iron rods repeatedly
Winter; forced outside to sleep in balcony
Skewers of grilled chicken inserted into her vagina and anus, causing bleeding
DAY 30: Hot wax dripped onto face
Eyelids burned by cigarette lighter
Stabbed with sewing needles in chest area
Left nipple cut and destroyed with pliers
Hot light bulb inserted into her vagina
Heavy bleeding from vagina due to scissors insertion
Unable to urinate properly
Injuries were so severe that it took over an hour for her to crawl downstairs and use the bathroom
Eardrums severely damaged
Extreme reduced brain size
DAY 40: Begged her torturers to “kill her and get it over with”
January 1, 1989: Junko greets the New Years Day alone
Body mutilated
Unable to move from the ground
DAY 44: January 4, 1989: The four boys beat her mutilated body with an iron barbell, using a loss at the game of Mah-jongg as a pretext. She is profusely bleeding from her mouth and nose. They put a candle’s flame to her face and eyes.
Then, lighter fluid was poured onto her legs, arms, face and stomach, and then lit on fire. This final torture lasted for a time of two hours.
Junko Furuta died later that day, in pain and alone. Nothing could compare 44 days of suffering she had to go through.
When her mother heard the news and details of what had happened to her daughter, she fainted. She had to undergo a psychiatric outpatient treatment . Imagine her endless pain.
Her killers are now free men. Justice was never served, not even after 20 years.
They deserve a punishment much greater than they had put upon Furuta, for putting an innocent girl through the most unbearable suffering.
This story from 1989 is true. Please spread her story around. Everyone should know about the existence of Junko Furuta’s unimaginable and incomprehensible suffering, and this is why this group has been made.
Invite your friends. Never let her story be forgotten. If this story changes the life of at least one person then it has been worth it.
Rest In Eternal Peace,
Junko Furuta
1989-Eternity
DAY 1: November 22, 1988: Kidnapped
Kept captive in house, and posed as one of boy’s girlfriend
Raped (over 400 times in total)
Forced to call her parents and tell them she had run away
Starved and malnutritioned
Fed cockroaches to eat and urine to drink
Forced to masturbate
Forced to strip in front of others
Burned with cigarette lighters
Foreign objects inserted into her vagina/anus
DAY 11: December 1, 1988: Severely beat up countless times
Face held against concrete ground and jumped on
Hands tied to ceiling and body used as a punching bag
Nose filled with so much blood that she can only breath through her mouth
Dumbbells dropped onto her stomach
Vomited when tried to drink water (her stomach couldn’t accept it)
Tried to escape and punished by cigarette burning on arms
Flammable liquid poured on her feet and legs, then lit on fire
Bottle inserted into her anus, causing injury
DAY 20: December10, 1989: Unable to walk properly due to severe leg burns
Beat with bamboo sticks
Fireworks inserted into anus and lit
Hands smashed by weights and fingernails cracked
Beaten with golf club
Cigarettes inserted into vagina
Beaten with iron rods repeatedly
Winter; forced outside to sleep in balcony
Skewers of grilled chicken inserted into her vagina and anus, causing bleeding
DAY 30: Hot wax dripped onto face
Eyelids burned by cigarette lighter
Stabbed with sewing needles in chest area
Left nipple cut and destroyed with pliers
Hot light bulb inserted into her vagina
Heavy bleeding from vagina due to scissors insertion
Unable to urinate properly
Injuries were so severe that it took over an hour for her to crawl downstairs and use the bathroom
Eardrums severely damaged
Extreme reduced brain size
DAY 40: Begged her torturers to “kill her and get it over with”
January 1, 1989: Junko greets the New Years Day alone
Body mutilated
Unable to move from the ground
DAY 44: January 4, 1989: The four boys beat her mutilated body with an iron barbell, using a loss at the game of Mah-jongg as a pretext. She is profusely bleeding from her mouth and nose. They put a candle’s flame to her face and eyes.
Then, lighter fluid was poured onto her legs, arms, face and stomach, and then lit on fire. This final torture lasted for a time of two hours.
Junko Furuta died later that day, in pain and alone. Nothing could compare 44 days of suffering she had to go through.
When her mother heard the news and details of what had happened to her daughter, she fainted. She had to undergo a psychiatric outpatient treatment . Imagine her endless pain.
Her killers are now free men. Justice was never served, not even after 20 years.
They deserve a punishment much greater than they had put upon Furuta, for putting an innocent girl through the most unbearable suffering.
This story from 1989 is true. Please spread her story around. Everyone should know about the existence of Junko Furuta’s unimaginable and incomprehensible suffering, and this is why this group has been made.
Invite your friends. Never let her story be forgotten. If this story changes the life of at least one person then it has been worth it.
Rest In Eternal Peace,
Junko Furuta
1989-Eternity
HOLIDAY, HOLIDAY AND HOLIDAY, ITS DECEMBER, A MONTH FOR A HOLIDAY, CANT U SEE? WE SHOULD GO FOR A HOLIDAY!
Ok, ini adalah idaman percutian saya,
sila muntah dalam kadar sederhana okey!
The Activity (should be bring along alotss of SunCream)
The Scenery (For sure!)
The Resort (Aimed)
The Room (Must Have)
NotaKaki untuk encik Boyfriend, Can i have this b?
Surat untuk kakak
Yes, sad to say, today i miss u my sister..
sad right?
nah, i hope that she's here beside me,
to laugh together, smile to me as we both love to talk..
how i miss u sis..
I like to be the sort of friend that u have been to me,
i like to be the help that u've be always glad to be,
I like to mean as much to u each minute of the day.
I miss u Syakilla Nordin.
I wanted to be the best sister to u, but i knew each day we get fight,
Eventhough on small tiny things.
We have opposite sight of seeing as went i see
something good, and u were always opposite on it.
Story about Yesterday
I'm sitting here, wondering ever u miss me,
thinking of me,
dreaming of me,
Wanting me to be with u,
Want me to feel u,
Life is not worst without u,
but enough if i say my life wont be that complete without u.
Last night we had a fight, i hate u wordless,
The more i hate u, the more i miss u..
Its funny right?How things going..
Uneasy for me, so do u..
I need to know who u are, my soul trembling,
trembling as it want to know who the real u,
i couldn't see much, as i see only u.
Who are u really are?What intend you're coming?
20 December, 2011
i hate u this much!
Today we had a fight, yes, we had a fight..
I hate u for nothing Shafiq!
There's nothing much u could do right?Less then calling me each and every-time?
Please take note, i will always hate u, remember that
i miss u, yes i do!
When I miss you
I feel my self in pieces
When I miss you
Tears fill my eyes
When I miss you
I want you close
When I miss you
I dont feel like whole
I feel my self in pieces
When I miss you
Tears fill my eyes
When I miss you
I want you close
When I miss you
I dont feel like whole
O My Love
Please come back
and complete my soul.
Please come back
and complete my soul.
i miss u so much, i can't control my feelings....
when u come back, will u notice my feelings?
Scattered amongst the floor?
And smile and say I'm home?
when u come back, will u notice my feelings?
Scattered amongst the floor?
And smile and say I'm home?
i miss u this much!
i woke up dis morning and i dint received any msg from him...
i dunno why i got this strange feeling as if he is very upset!
i dunno wat happen!
Last night when I’ve sent him to Bus Station, as usual, he dint mention anything, he did!
Just ask me not to cry, even though he know I will.
Last night he only sent me couple of msg before ended up him asleep.
i miss ur love,
i miss ur touch,
but i'm feeling u everyday!
I can see all the broken hearts behind your eyes,
Carved like all the diamonds of lies.
Carved like all the diamonds of lies.
I've tasted them too,
And know just how hard they are to let go.
But I don't want you to let them go,
Not something so precious,
Something so true...
Even if it is not forever,
It is still love.
And know just how hard they are to let go.
But I don't want you to let them go,
Not something so precious,
Something so true...
Even if it is not forever,
It is still love.
SHAFIQ ZULKIFLI
08 December, 2011
Mood Hari Ni.
Today dengan rasa berat hati nya call ejen kereta, damn!
Me: Hi Kak Na, so how was it?
Kak Na: apa dia Kamelia?
Me: kereta ler kak, takkan sy call tanya nak bli ikan pulak (sambil gelak nakhilangkan nerbes)
Kak Na: dik, akak dah cuba untuk nak buat cepat, maybe Isnin baru dapat dik..
And me! Just like!
Is it for real??damn! How am i gonna tell my b, seriously piss off lah, dengan selambe je bg jawapan mcm tu, seriously hate this part.!!
Me: Hi Kak Na, so how was it?
Kak Na: apa dia Kamelia?
Me: kereta ler kak, takkan sy call tanya nak bli ikan pulak (sambil gelak nakhilangkan nerbes)
Kak Na: dik, akak dah cuba untuk nak buat cepat, maybe Isnin baru dapat dik..
And me! Just like!
Is it for real??damn! How am i gonna tell my b, seriously piss off lah, dengan selambe je bg jawapan mcm tu, seriously hate this part.!!
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