Police to ask Interpol to look out for Raja Petra
By LOURDES CHARLES and M. MAGESWARI

KUALA LUMPUR: Police will ask Interpol to look out for Malaysia Today editor Raja Petra Raja Kamarudin who has a warrant of arrest against him for failing to turn up at court for trial.

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Raja Petra, 59, had on July 17 last year claimed trial to three counts of criminal defamation over his statutory declaration on the murder of a Mongolian translator.

The father of three boys and two girls is alleged to have defamed the then Deputy Prime Minister’s wife, by making a libellous statement in the declaration which he affirmed on June 18 when he knew that it would tarnish her good name.

The grandfather of four also faces two similar charges against Leftenan Kolonel Norhayati Hassan and her husband Leftenan Kolonel Abdul Aziz Buyong.

Raja Petra is said to have committed the offences at High Court (Civil 5) at the Jalan Duta court complex at 10:25am on June 18, last year.

At the outset of court proceedings, DPP Anselm applied for the arrest warrant against the editor and the notice for his wife saying that both were aware that the criminal defamation trial was set for three days from Tuesday.

Raja Petra’s lawyer, Amarjit Singh Sidhu, told the judge that the defence team was waiting to get a trial date at the Court of Appeal for their appeal on the transfer order involving the same case.

“We have now received the appeal records. It is on the transfer of this case from the Magistrates Court to the Sessions Court,” he added.

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Raja Petra claims to be in a self-exile from Selangor because of a dispute with the state’s Palace.

He claimed in a Malaysia Today article that he would not be attending the hearings not only because of his brush with the Palace but also due to his fear of another Internal Security Act arrest.

He also said that he did not want to face possible treason charges.

According to the press report, the police believes that the editor is now in Brisbane.

http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/5/26/nation/20090526093607&sec=nation

There are two points I disagree with, with the writer of this article:

"The father of three boys and two girls is alleged to have defamed the then Deputy Prime Minister’s wife, by making a libellous statement in the declaration which he affirmed on June 18 when he knew that it would tarnish her good name.

The grandfather of four also faces two similar charges against Leftenan Kolonel Norhayati Hassan and her husband Leftenan Kolonel Abdul Aziz Buyong."

What does the writer want to point out next? That RPK is the uncle of 13, step-uncle of 3, nephew to 8, and so on? I know that she was trying to make him look like an irresponsible family man, but to the extent of listing out the fact that he is a grandfather of four is plain absurd.

The issue altogether is ridiculous. I know they send for Interpol help for pedophiles, murderers, rapists, serial killers, fraudsters, con men who walked away with millions, but for a guy who wrote something on the internet? Umm... would Interpol actually waste their time?

I was driving today when I sort of sorted things out. Life isn't a competition. It isn't about who wins the race, who owns that expensive car or who owns that branded bag. It isn't about who can argue the best, or who can give the hardest punch. It isn't about who's the most beautiful or most handsome, it isn't about who can sing the best or has the nicest body.
Those things belong in competitions.
You have careers, car races, beauty pageants, rich people's clubs and the Guinness World Book of Records for those.
So you don't gotta be most beautiful or smartest, or have the most expensive clothes and use the best skin care. It isn't kindy anymore, where you tell the next kid, "My shoes are nicer than yours, my daddy richer than yours."
You just gotta live life sometimes.
So I let that car overtake me and hope that he was happy with whatever it was he was trying to accomplish.
Not everything is a competition. Take things as they come sometimes.
Just a little moment of Zen.

Cakes cakes cakes!

For my cousin's first month celebration, I ordered a cake from Mandy. I requested for a cow design, similar to the Pooh design that she made. Here are the pictures of the lovely cake:


El cake-o

Sideview. Sho cute.


Close-up of the cake. Everyone loved it and many people were taking pictures of it.


My uncle's family de-limbing the poor cow.



Aftermath of the operation. I look at that picture and I get hungry for fondant cake and, strangely, steak.

And here's a picture of the cake that I ordered from Mandy for mother's day:

My mom was in love with the cake. The sheep was seriously cute and the cow has titties, check it out!

And of course, the cake was very good. Thanks Mandy!

The Mother's Day post

Yes, I bet that everyone is sick of reading about mother's day by now. I celebrated it with my loved ones at Red Box, and it was faboolous. Just missing were my sister and my dad.
Anyway, I remember years ago whilst we were still active in church, I think it was a mother's day do where we youth had to bring our mums to a youth meet after church. One of the activities was we had to tell our mums what we would say to her if we only had 5 minutes left to live. Pretty morbid for a mother's day celebration event, but it was church after all where a huge effigy of a man impaled on a cross hanged in front for all to see.
My sister spoke to my mom first, so whilst I was waiting, I could see that everyone talking to their mums started to cry. My crush was crying. I can't remember, but I think my sister cried too. A lot of people cried. I felt a little freaked out, naturally.
So after my sister was done, I went to sit with my mom, and I think her eyes were red. I was determined not to cry, so when my mom asked me what I would say to her, I just said, "Ok, good-bye, and take care."
My mom asked me if there was anything else I would like to add, and I said I didn't know what else to say. It was hard holding back tears, church does that to people sometimes. I don't think I cried that day, but obviously if I only had 5 minutes left to live, I would sure as hell say a lot more than "Ok, good-bye, and take care," and cry bucketloads of tears.
So yeah, I'm a pretty macho person, I wouldn't even let one of my best friends hug me when my grandma died because I was afraid I might cry in front of her.
Back to the mother's day topic.
My mom never said she loved me, not as far as I can remember. She's not really the touchy-huggy type either, but she doesn't need to say she loves me or my sister. She does it through her actions and selflessness. Life can be a total nails-on-blackboard-sound at times living with her, but she's mom. Life would be a blackhole without.

Why is it that people lament about how they hate Malaysia, Malaysia sucks, Malaysia is backward etc., move to another country and complain to bits about how much they miss Malaysia. I know it's not the best country in the world, and it's got a hell loada flaws, but it's still home. This is me saying Malaysia sucks in some ways, but it's also great in a lot of other ways. You're not gonna find a bowl of hot, steaming, delicious Hokkien Mee at 2am in America or Argentina. They might have White Castle, but Hokkien Mee kicks burger ass. Speaking of food, I'm fungry.

I did something I never done before today. I was washing my bird cage when one of the birds got stuck on the bottom grid. This has happened before, somehow the bird fell in between the grid and the tray. However, this time was different. It was stuck fast on the grid.
See, its nails, or mini-talons were long and curling, somewhat like a yogi's. I never knew this could happen with birds. When it flew to a grid to perch, its mini-talons would get stuck because they curled like hooks. So, I took the bird in my hand, used a plastic bag as a glove, hollered for my mom to bring me a nailcutter, and began cutting my bird's mini-talons.
It's just a tiny bird, and I was really afraid to crush it to death. So afraid till my hand was shaking, holding this little shivering burst of feathers in my palm.
Said bird is A-okay now. It can perch on the grid and not get stuck anymore. I feel so much closer to it after that bonding session. Sigh.

I don't know how far the saying is true, that every girl fantasizes about her own wedding, but I have thought of mine since I was a teenager. At first it started out as a huge, drunk affair, and over the years, it became more simplified.
I want a simple wedding, not gaudy. I've always wanted the groom to 'surprise' me by singing a song for me, but looking at the circumstances, it doesn't seem so viable anymore. I want a simple, romantic wedding. Not everything has to be classy, and neither ought it be gaudy. I know that I'm not a very romantic person, because romance can be tres cheesy. I've had poems written to me before, and they were forgettable (the only memorable one was the one where an ex called me his poison), flowers are nice but they tend to die, I don't snack on chocolates much, and the only things that I absolutely love about romance are the rocks, because they are extremely practical.
So yeah, for my wedding, for once, I want it to be romantic. Under a full moon, a simple dress (without those godawful frills so like a clown), champagne glasses clinking, dancing to Aquellos Ojos Verdes. It makes me smirk out of the absolute corniness, but that's my dream wedding.

Did I mention that my dream groom is Rob 'God' Pattinson?

Why cleavages are exciting:

It reminds you that there are two round, nice, life-nurturing breasts are attached to it down south.

Why legs are exciting:

It reminds you that there is a nice, warm, life-giving vagina attached to it up north.

Why butts are exciting:

They're round and cushiony, and they provide you with an area to spank.

Why butt cracks are not exciting at all, and are in fact disgusting as hell:

They look like cleavages with mucho wrinkles and stretch marks, and are attached to the anus where shit (nasty stuff) comes out from. It is usually a bit discoloured, and sometimes hairy on men. Although it is attached to the nice, round butt, butt cracks are butt cracks and they are hideous to look at.

This post comes from after seeing a guy bend over at McDonald's. His shorts were almost halfway down and everyone had a first class view of his magnificent wrinkly discoloured probably shit stained butt crack for at least 3 minutes. When he sat down, his shorts were still almost halfway down and therefore his awful, god awful buttcrack was still visible.

Ugh. I mean, seriously, ugh. Nightmore, some? Butt cracks do NOT have the same effect as the cleavage! A bit is still too much!

A business proposal

Toy boy clubs for the rich and jaded

TOY boys are the new craze in Singapore nightclubs, Sin Chew Daily and China Press reported.
The newspapers reported yesterday that rich men’s wives did not mind paying the toy boys RM3,500 each to spend an evening with them.
If the women want to bring the boys out for supper, they will be charged RM350 an hour.
A regular patron, Madam Wang, 42, said she had to visit the toy boy clubs daily, failing which she would feel uneasy.
Admitting that her family would break up if her businessman husband found out about her “hobby”, Madam Wang said she could not keep herself away from the clubs.
When met by reporters at a club, Madam Wang was with a Thai toy boy.
She said: “He makes me feel young, something which my husband fails to do.”
Checks with several toy boys found that they also offer sexual services if asked by the women.
A popular toy boy may earn about RM4,600 a night, said one of them.

http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/4/14/nation/3686572&sec=nation

What say you? A nice quiet area in Tanjung Bungah overlooking the sea would be the perfect business location. Open to franchising in KL as well. Julia mama-san. Hmm... has a nice ring to it.
Come and invest in the House of Nightflowers! We have white, yellow, brown, black, any shade under the sun!

I'm quite a chicken - I never play zombie games or scary shooting games, but last weekend I decided to test my boundaries and went and played this game:

at a cybercafe. What ensued was a sleepless night. Everytime I closed my eyes I saw zombies chasing after me. I'll stick to my boring strategy games for now.