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Her reply to me after replying to both her first and second messages. Sigh...

I've already spoken to you in a good way. Yet you're still showing off. Don't think that you can do whatever you want. Don't you dare question my level of Umrah. Don't you even dare to touch my religion matters.

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM AS WELL.

I want you to write down what my husband SMSed you now.

I've spoken in a nice way. Don't taste my patience. You have the right to get mad. I'm not bad as well if I am mad.

I believe I have the every right to say, You Don't Even Know Me, since she's not even related to me NOR is she my friend. Lol. XD

People nowadays...

Anyway, I did have the intention to tell her what her husband said, apologising to me, but due to the usage of words towards me, demanding like as if she's a Master commanding her slaves, hey, back off, man. Get a life! :P

This is her second message to me.


I have one question.

I know you may not have any intentions of disturbing other people's husband.

I just want you to be frank.

Was my man trying to woo you? Please answer.

I know my man is a womaniser.

You only need to answer that question.

Omg, dude. She's so contradicting. First, she said I was fooling around with her husband. And now she says that I may not be fooling around with him. >.>

And what the heck? You're calling your own husband a womaniser? Where's the trust and what happened to the vows of marriage? :/
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This was my reply for the First and Second messages she sent me.

Those who understands the local Malay Sarawak would understand but I'll try my best to translate the whole thing.

This is a Screen Shot of what she sent to me. First Message, to be precise, after 2 months. Oo



Now let me translate it.

Why did you wrote of this and posted my mobile number? My husband said he never apologise to you. He said you're crazy. But I don't believe what he says. I am the victim in this situation.

You know? I just came back from Umrah -according to my Muslim friend, it's like a Pilgrimage thing for the Muslims before they proceed on being a Haj. Something like that.- when I opened the Text messages/SMS from you to my husband. Whose heart wouldn't feel the pain? I was on my Umrah for 2 weeks while my man was messaging you, asking you out. I read every text messages.

I felt I was being fooled by the both of you. I know you complaint about me to my husband. I was still patient. Think. I don't like the way you blogged about this matter this way. I've never told anyone about you to anyone at all. But I was challenged when you blogged and posted my mobile number too. I HAVE BEEN PATIENT.

I know my husband LIKES you. I KNOW MY HUSBAND WELL. You are still young. THINK MATURELY. Today, you've made me like this. There's a turn in this life -Lol, I don't know how to translate this. XD- God is Justice. When you have a family, you will feel what I feel. Think, before performing an action.

You think you're beautiful. Remember that there are more people who's more beautiful than you are.

LMAO at the whole sudden message to me! XD

I am soooooooooooo innocent. I have no idea what's going on. I am the real victim. Isn't it puzzling when someone's wife messages you all of a sudden, calling you names as well as throwing vulgar words at you, when you have no idea what you've done?

What's more amusing is that she spoke of God, Who punishes man for the sins that they've done. Lol but I've never fooled around with her husband. XD I only met him twice and I had people with me whenever I meet this guy.

And what's this being beautiful all about? LMAO. I'm dedicating this to all ladies around the world. XD

Copy Pasted from my Friendster's Blog.
http://profiles.friendster.com/abelreigns

Uh... It's somewhere there. :)

And the story goes...

Yea. And I don't even know who she is and she accused me of fooling around with her HUSBAND, like omg?!

Omg but if I fool around with someone's boyfriend or husband, it's like, omg. My status! My pride! My standards! :O

Anyway, she harassed me badly. So I lodged a Police Report.

But before that, let me type everything out about what she said. I'll have to start from the third message cos I accidentally deleted the first 2 messages. My phone's capacity is low and I was expecting messages from others. Especially my Green Froggy. ^^

From: 012-859 455*
Received: 19th April 2008
Time: 19:50

Eksen kau ya, Dayak! Dayak juak! Ne dpt buang!

Translation: Dayak, you show off! Dayak! How can you actually throw that away.


From: 012-899 0**6
Received: 21st April 2008
Time: 08:20

KimaK kau.

Translation: Hmmm... It's a vulgar word. Something like saying F*** you but the word she used means Your Mum's Genitals. :/


From: 012-899 0**6
Received: 21st April 2008
Time: 19:00

Kimak kau. Kau x dayak. tp dayak juak. cina n kenyah! muka kau jaik! pukekmak kau!

Translation: -Insert curses- you. You're not a Dayak. But act like one. Chinese and Kenyah! Your face is ugly! -Insert curses which insults my mother. >.>-


From: 012-848 2499
Received: 22nd April 2008
Time: 10:50

Kau madah aku bodo dpn laki aku o?! Pukimak juak kau tok!

Translation: You called me stupid in front of my husband?! You're such a -Insert cursing vulgar words-

Dayak: An ethnic group native to the interior of Borneo Island. -Wikipedia.

Her husband messaged me 3 times apologising. Ok, I accepted the apologise but I told him that if she sends one more message to me, I'll make a police report but he asked me not to do so. I'm sorry but I will not give in to a woman like THAT.

Unfortunately, she messaged me, harassed me again, and I have no choice but to lodge a report.

Here's the preview of the report. Mind you that some details will be highlighted in black; to remain confidential.

O crap. I can't seem to get it to work here. So I've uploaded it to Photobucket. Here's the link:
http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/save1yv0.jpg
-Points and laugh-.

Serve her right. After making the Police Report, i do not receive any of those messages anymore BUT, since I am currently in the Pageant, I will demand for a Public Apology.

Lol but I will not let anyone go off so easily. It's like saying, "I'm sorry that my wife scratched your car. I'm sure she'll forget about it eventually."

Who's paying the damage here? Me? I'm sorry but heck, no way. I've NEVER stolen anyone's boyfriend nor husband and a HEAVY accusation over me like this is an insult to me.

People, learn to trust your spouses! Otherwise, you may end up in a hysteria over something that never even happened.

Thank You, God, for my good looks. :D

Oh yea. And checkout my photo comments. She stalked me even in Friendster. Like omg!?!?!?!?

5 comments from her. And check out her racist profile. I'm not deleting those comments because I find it funny, although insulting. What a goon.

And so....

Off we went to Kampung Pueh, Sematan, on the 5th April. Thank God it was a good bus. An air-conditioned bus but still, I was having my motion sickness. @@ I can never be in a vehicle for long, UNLESS if I am the driver. Lol.

Aight! So we departed from the Sarawak Tourism Complex at about 10.20 am. The journey to Kampung Pueh was tiring. Thank God I had my smelly pillow and my big pillow with me. They are so reliable in times of need. XD

Pillows > BoyfriendS. :D

Our first stop was at Gerai Tuan Haji Bujang. There, we were served Ayam Masak Merah. Jeez... Direct translation would be Chicken Cooked In Red? Lol. They also served Curry Fish, Prawns and ummm... Watermelon, as the dessert.

I was hungry at that time so I kind of like ate 5-6 of the prawns. Talk about being a Beauty Queen. HAHAHAH. Got fed up eating the food there and I wanted something else. There was a little shop opposite the little restaurant, so we all went there and to my surprise... A BAKERY!!!! :D

Like always, I rushed into the Bakery and sought for my favourite food. Unfortunately, the food there seems normal. Nothing catchy to my eyes but still, I bought some stuffs there and RED BULL, which is a must. Went to the next shop and had a corn ice-cream.

And so, the journey continues. In less than 10 minutes, we arrived Kampung Pueh but ummm... The bus stopped outside instead. So we had to walk all the way in. @@

I saw the Miss Fair and Lovely buntings from afar. So yea, we got the right place. An old man, who was standing outside the Longhouse, greeted us in an unknown language to me. They call the language, Selako. But it sounds more like a chanting-greet. Upon entering the Longhouse, he threw paddy on us. Well, just a few grains. It's called Rice Blessings. All hail the rice! XD

Yea. So we were assigned a Foster Parent each. Some of the folks had 3 foster kids/beauties -Heheheh- whereas some had 2. So our Foster Mother was Mdm. Jahya. Oops, when I mentioned our, I meant Shyila and I. Man, I don't know how to spell her name. @@

We were sent to our rooms, IN the Longhouse itself. And I seriously thought there was a chalet or something for us. Sigh. But what amazes me was that the toilet, although it's the squatting type and the flush wasn't working, but it's still clean. Their toilet didn't smell one bit. My salute!

O God. So it was drizzling and we were off to the Paddy Field to harvest a little there.

Timeout! You guys should listen to FrannoBaz's voice on YouTube. He's really one talented guy. I love his voice... <3

Ok, so walking from the Longhouse to the field is like 3 km. It's FAR, I tell you. FAR! For someone like me who never exercises, well, it kills! Even harvesting the paddy to fill the basket we carried is like forever to me.

But what I like best when we were at the field was the freakin cool scenery! You can actually see the mountain from the field. And I can't recall the name of the mountain! @@ I love the misty view of the mountain with the dark clouds hovering its sky. It's like having an angry mountain overlooking the field, protecting her from the harms and dangers from every corner.

Anyway, after harvesting, we went back to the Longhouse, gathering all our harvest on the floor, on the mat. Then, we step on them! Not stomping on them though. It's like rubbing the paddy against your feet to remove its husks. Which results in redness! For me that is.

Picture time!

By the way... Opera music is good. God, I'm classic...


Izora's Legs! XD



My turn to step on the Paddy.



Picking what's left...



Ok, so this is the part where you -fan- the paddy to seperate the rubbish and husk. XD



I can never do it. Lol. It can never go flying high up in the air like the others do.



Zaini playing the I'm-Not-That-Sure-What-That-Is.



A Bidayuh dance!



M. Nasir's Mentees singing Semerah Padi -As Red As Paddy-. I love the translations. Lol.



Me with a Little Girl.



Look at my leg! Notice the spots? It's caused by the Paddy. I wonder when will it go away. >.<


:/



Pictures of my legs were taken an hour ago.



Up Close And Personal with my Red Spots. @@



Oh, my Foster Mother gave me this! Basically, it's a rattan-made handbag. :D



Up Close Pattern. And yes, it's hand made.



OH YEA! I spotted a PIG in the village. My first time seeing one but the pictures aren't that clear. :/






I wanted to go as near as possible but I am afraid that it'll chase me so I decided to take the pictures from afar. Lol.

More pictures and an article on our visit here. http://www.easterntimes.com.my/index.php?news_id=4&news_content=6588

Time to go! Time to sleep.

NIGHT!

Next up, Talent Anggun on the 26th April. I await this day badly. XD

And during the one night stay at Kampung Pueh, I really do miss my computer a lot. Saturday... A day that I won't want to be out of the house. Especially during the night. I miss my Knightey. :(