My deepest condolence to Mr. Teoh’s famlily
Friday, July 17, 2009
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2:17 PM
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Ahmad Siddiq
It is a sad day for democracy. A very sad day indeed. I was very, VERY outraged by this faggotry. Teoh Beng Hock is dead and no one claims responsibility? Died? Inside MACC building? Hello.
Read my lips: NO FUCKING SIGN OF HIM COMMITTING SUICIDE! He was about to get married TODAY!
This is too much. Way too much. I, do not know whether this MACC interrogators simply do not have got brain or they really desperate to show other people that inside their head is actually empty, really empty without the physical complete structure of a human brain.
How do you know that in each every people's head there is a human being anatomy which all of us called brain? Yes, B-R-A-I-N? For anything that is hidden or cannot be seen, the possibility is it maybe exist and it maybe not.
So I guess these so-called MACC investigators surely so hard-up and desperate to show to the other Malaysian citizens that indeed there is no brain inside their head. For if they have, surely they will not act worse than Nazi interrogators grilling this poor young man from 5pm on Wednesday till 3.45am on Thursday morning.
Whether there is a provision under the law that a witness (not a suspect) to be grilled or interrogated for such a long period is another issue which I do not have the appetite to talk about it now.
BUT my question to MACC interrogators are:
Are you going to do the same if that young man was Khairy Jamaluddin whom even UMNO Disciplinary Board has found him guilty of money politics?
Why did you not interrogate Ali Rustam, at least for 10 minutes,(let alone nearly 12 long hours like this animal did to the late Teoh Beng Hoc), again whom UMNO Disciplinary Board has found him guilty of money politics? Why?
To all MACC interrogators let me remind you that your salary that you feed your children at home all this while are paid by using Malaysian taxpayers' money; this include the Late's Teoh tax money!! So why on earth your actions show that you have behaved like a political slave to your political masters in UMNO?
My heart goes out with the Late Teoh's family and his fiancee. I cannot imagine if this had happened to me. But I am positively sure my young small son and daughters will not rest even for a second until and unless my death is vindicated through whatever legal means necessary.
Nobody really understand why today in my office I cried silently but my tears visibly flowed from my eyes after seeing the above photo which shows the Late Teoh's body sprawled in a pool of blood on the roof of the building with a forensic police checking his body and upon reading the background story of his death.
Yes, indeed I,as a Muslim, cannot accept seeing my other fellow Malaysian brother and human being died like that. It is simply too much for me. To the late Teoh's family and fiancee, you are not alone. I silently cry with you too. Really.
- Teo was released at 4.00 AM?
- Is that the time to ask someone to go home, more so someone who was asked to help in an investogation? What were the numskulls doing to Teo until 4.00 AM?
- What is so urgent that they had to interrogate Teo till 4 AM?
- Couldn't whatever these numskulls were doing wait till the next day?
- Was Teo a terrorist and the country was at the brink of an attack that these coward criminals had to hold and interrogate Teo till 4AM?
- Nazri the moron asks us not to point to MACC. If MACC is not responsible for Teo's death, who else. They were the ones who took him to the the HQ. It was their responsibility to send him safely home , particularly as it was at 4 AM. Whether moron Nazri likes it or not, MACC is responsible for Teo's death and they will have to punished.
- There is also the other question - why was Teo killed?
And:
Very strange circumstances:
1. a person to be married tomorrow and is not even the accused committed suicide?
2. interrogated until 4.00am and allowed to loiter unsupervised in MACC office where all the sensitive documents on politicians, underworld figures and ministers are kept? Tell that to a kid.
3. he did not want to go home even he has his own car downstairs? Is MACC that cozy and comfortable until a person who has been interrogated for a straight 8 hours to the wee morning hours that he doesn't want to go home. Tomorrow was his wedding day and he doesn't want to go home to make preparations for the big day?
4. why was his clothing torn?
5. why was he on the opposite block of building when he died? If anything happens in MACC building would be too obvious isn't it? So was he brought to the next block of building and pushed down?
6. MACC deputy chief said he was not the accused but why was he interrogated like a criminal?
7. is it not strange that the great MACC has no CCTV as alleged by the deputy chief?
8. If he had jumped out of the window there was no crash sound or nobody has seen the body until 6-7 hours later?
It is very obvious that the MACC is the prosecution tools of the powers that be. Small amounts pertaining to the oppositions are investigated with haste while the big sharks are left free to roam the country. Why the MACC are not investigating the allocations of the previous selangor government when they squandered all within two months! Does it make sense after only one year into office the opposition government has more corruption cases than 52 years that BN is in power combined?
After this incident who would be safe if they cooperate with the MACC? The opposition should now adopt civil disobedience by not cooperating with the MACC as they cannot guarantee their safety. What ever they ask, don't give. Whenever they require to go to their office don't go. Let them haul you to court. Go to jail if required. Can the MACC succeed if thousands of people refuse to cooperate? Why cooperate with a farcical body to give it any form of credence?
It's time that the rakyat put their foot down on sham organisations like the PDRM and MACC or else they will behave like the notorious KGB or Nazi who will come in the night to take people away to protect the powers that be!
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Monday, July 13, 2009
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8:19 PM
| Posted by
Ahmad Siddiq
firstly I would like to welcome our new blog readers here. they secretly read this blog and distribute what I wrote in this piece of webspace into a fail gossip. which still falls under fail.

Last tuesday I went to Adobe Creative Festival, Live in Malaysia kat Sime Darby Convention Centre, Bukit Kiara. Masa registration, aku guna nama KRM. Biasalah, setiap Adobe event aku akan guna a bogus company name to cover up myself. Bukannye diorang check pon. See? lawa tak tag?
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so, yesterday i went out with my gf (name's a secret. you know who). she was en route going home from her second habitat, takin a transfer at puduraya. so, i was summoned by her. 5.27pm, i recieved the first sms:
"Dah smpai pudu raya."
lol kl citizens dont actually seperate the word pudu and raya just for fun. i was at that time, taking my asar prayers at a surau when suddenly my phone rang. i was like, OMG WTF should i do? rakaat ke-3 ni.. adoi kacau la. so i waited till the sms ringtone ends, solat mcm takde pape yg jadi. at that time when i was in the comfort zone, 5 seconds later my hp rang. SHIIIIIIT dahla ringtone aku hard rock -- singer: Monkey Steals The Peach.
*hard guitar riffing* OH! GONNA BE A GUITAR HEEEEEROOOOO!! WE FINALLY GOT OUR WAY!
totally unrelated. no this is not their band. this is one of the ninja moves, called The Monkey Steals The Peach. Also.
...shit. 2 kali plak tu dia call. sabar siddiq sabar. habis je solat, chow ah dari surau tu. pakcik2 dah pandang aku semacam je adoii kene lagi aku.
seb baik aku masa tu bawak moto. senang nak kuar g KL. masuk loke yew je dah jem heh gasak ko arr sape yg bawak keta tu padan muka kene jem. sampai2 je, terus park kat puduraya, terus masuk kat dlm. tgk henpon, ada 2 sms. bawak moto laju sgt tadi, sampai x perasan sms kot hehe. dia bgtau dia kat P18. so.. aku pegila, slip through kedai makan. there was like, shitloads of people around here. biasalah, hari ahad kan. semua nak balik umah. i saw her, duduk tgh baca suratkhabar. pastu terpandang2 tv advertising tu. tgk balik muka dia, nampak garang semacam je. haha tunggu aku lama sgt la tu. so aku duduk la tepi, dok pandang tah ape tah dia buat. 2 minit lepastu, org dtg mintak order. so aku orderla teh ais. aku dok menghadap dia, lagila senang. i didnt expect she to turn around and find me, sbb ramai sgt org kat puduraya. i once sempat lagi pergi depan dia, stood for a couple of seconds, facing the shops buat2 mcm tgh carik someone, pastu patah balik. lulz dia still x pasan jgk.
last2 i sent her an sms: "Belah kanan"
she stood. she reach her handphone. she read the msg. put back her handphone. 2 secs later she turned her head facing me. haha hillarious.
ok I wont elaborate much of what happened on that day. short story:
- we went to Petaling Street's popular bookstore, bought some, what do u called it, some kind of decorative pin. she asked me to pick one design. tak perasan because the popular was playing Micheal Jackson's Thriller album. Precisely, "The Girl Is Mine". terus merajuk-! haha sorryla tak perasan le.
- pastu masa nak bayar plak, she put the plastic bag in front of the counter and knock the HELL out of the glass. two things happened here:
1- people was looking at me.
2- nasib baik kaca tu tak pecah.
the cashier didnt bother about us, tapi muka mcm bengang je. i apologized to him.
- kat tengah2 Petaling Street, dia boleh jatuhkan pin tu depan org ramai. pastu last2 sangkut pin tu kat beg aku. hamboih
- kat KFC dia buat perangai pijak kasut org haha.
tapi ape2 pon she's still the one. walau mcmana buruk, walau mcmana pon org ckp psl dia, i don't care. betul tak? hehe
to her: i know that you're reading this but sorryla can't expose your name here. nonono no way

Last tuesday I went to Adobe Creative Festival, Live in Malaysia kat Sime Darby Convention Centre, Bukit Kiara. Masa registration, aku guna nama KRM. Biasalah, setiap Adobe event aku akan guna a bogus company name to cover up myself. Bukannye diorang check pon. See? lawa tak tag?
-----
so, yesterday i went out with my gf (name's a secret. you know who). she was en route going home from her second habitat, takin a transfer at puduraya. so, i was summoned by her. 5.27pm, i recieved the first sms:
"Dah smpai pudu raya."
lol kl citizens dont actually seperate the word pudu and raya just for fun. i was at that time, taking my asar prayers at a surau when suddenly my phone rang. i was like, OMG WTF should i do? rakaat ke-3 ni.. adoi kacau la. so i waited till the sms ringtone ends, solat mcm takde pape yg jadi. at that time when i was in the comfort zone, 5 seconds later my hp rang. SHIIIIIIT dahla ringtone aku hard rock -- singer: Monkey Steals The Peach.
*hard guitar riffing* OH! GONNA BE A GUITAR HEEEEEROOOOO!! WE FINALLY GOT OUR WAY!
totally unrelated. no this is not their band. this is one of the ninja moves, called The Monkey Steals The Peach. Also. ...shit. 2 kali plak tu dia call. sabar siddiq sabar. habis je solat, chow ah dari surau tu. pakcik2 dah pandang aku semacam je adoii kene lagi aku.
seb baik aku masa tu bawak moto. senang nak kuar g KL. masuk loke yew je dah jem heh gasak ko arr sape yg bawak keta tu padan muka kene jem. sampai2 je, terus park kat puduraya, terus masuk kat dlm. tgk henpon, ada 2 sms. bawak moto laju sgt tadi, sampai x perasan sms kot hehe. dia bgtau dia kat P18. so.. aku pegila, slip through kedai makan. there was like, shitloads of people around here. biasalah, hari ahad kan. semua nak balik umah. i saw her, duduk tgh baca suratkhabar. pastu terpandang2 tv advertising tu. tgk balik muka dia, nampak garang semacam je. haha tunggu aku lama sgt la tu. so aku duduk la tepi, dok pandang tah ape tah dia buat. 2 minit lepastu, org dtg mintak order. so aku orderla teh ais. aku dok menghadap dia, lagila senang. i didnt expect she to turn around and find me, sbb ramai sgt org kat puduraya. i once sempat lagi pergi depan dia, stood for a couple of seconds, facing the shops buat2 mcm tgh carik someone, pastu patah balik. lulz dia still x pasan jgk.
last2 i sent her an sms: "Belah kanan"
she stood. she reach her handphone. she read the msg. put back her handphone. 2 secs later she turned her head facing me. haha hillarious.
ok I wont elaborate much of what happened on that day. short story:
- we went to Petaling Street's popular bookstore, bought some, what do u called it, some kind of decorative pin. she asked me to pick one design. tak perasan because the popular was playing Micheal Jackson's Thriller album. Precisely, "The Girl Is Mine". terus merajuk-! haha sorryla tak perasan le.
- pastu masa nak bayar plak, she put the plastic bag in front of the counter and knock the HELL out of the glass. two things happened here:
1- people was looking at me.
2- nasib baik kaca tu tak pecah.
the cashier didnt bother about us, tapi muka mcm bengang je. i apologized to him.
- kat tengah2 Petaling Street, dia boleh jatuhkan pin tu depan org ramai. pastu last2 sangkut pin tu kat beg aku. hamboih
- kat KFC dia buat perangai pijak kasut org haha.
tapi ape2 pon she's still the one. walau mcmana buruk, walau mcmana pon org ckp psl dia, i don't care. betul tak? hehe
to her: i know that you're reading this but sorryla can't expose your name here. nonono no way
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