My relationship with Paul is great…it just i want him to be next to me but not 24/7 (of course) because i know most of us need our “own space”. What’s next? One of us have to sarcrifice our life. It sound easy but it is not.

Anyway, my weight now is 41.8kg. Crazy,right? I used to be 46kg and now ……..what’s wrong with me? I told Paul and i can’t believe that he think it is a good thing. He say my ideal weight is 40-42kg

I can gain weight by constantly eat junk food but i don’t have appetite right now. My mind can’t stop thinking

I’m unhappy

May it be the beginning of a good year for you & your family!

2009 will be a tough year for me since Paul & i have a few plan and it sound possible to do but risky too. No, we are not planning to elope! What for?

Paul is thinking of moving here….for me….

I know long distance relationship is not that easy and since i’m getting older (but still cute), it’ll be nice to have a boyfriend near by. Someone that i can run to when i have personal problems. Anyway, Paul wanted to open Bikram Yoga Centre and Kuala Lumpur doesn’t have 1 (except in Pavillion but that is Fitness Centre not yoga centre). It sound like a good idea because he’s yoga freak (I love you, sayang) but i don’t know whether 2009 is a good time to open especially the whole world is facing recession although Malaysia never admit (Since when Malaysia become like Singapore? So kiasu?)

I admit there was a time i feel like i want to back off but Paul make me believe that we can get through this together. Not all guy can deal with long distance relationship. Even Mark can’t do it. I admire my friend Danny Clarke. He’s dating philippine girl who live in Dubai and he live in London. They has been together more than 2 years. Long distance relationship require your emotion to be very very strong. I’m not an expert but i been through that a few times and it taught me to be very patient.

I’m the type who always want to be loved and i stop searching for love when i met Paul. That time i told myself that, it is ok if no one want me….just enjoy life and hopefully someday, my Prince Charming will come. On Christmas day, Paul suddenly text me a lot and being very romantic (He always do but that day he is a bit different in a cute way)   and he say ”You are the best thing to ever happen to me”

I hope 2009 will be a lucky year for me and not much obstacle

Great article by Rukmini Callimachi of the associated press, regarding Child trafficking. Wanted to posted here so those who don’t read newspaper can read it. Always be alert, you do not know the life you will be able to save.

Child Maid Trafficking Spreads to US

By RUKMINI CALLIMACHI, AP

IRVINE, Calif. (Dec. 29) — Late at night, the neighbors saw a little girl at the kitchen sink of the house next door. They watched through their window as the child rinsed plates under the open faucet. She wasn’t much taller than the counter and the soapy water swallowed her slender arms.

To put the dishes away, she climbed on a chair.

But she was not the daughter of the couple next door doing chores. She was their maid.

Shyima was 10 when a wealthy Egyptian couple brought her from a poor village in northern Egypt to work in their California home. She awoke before dawn and often worked past midnight to iron their clothes, mop the marble floors and dust the family’s crystal. She earned $45 a month working up to 20 hours a day. She had no breaks during the day and no days off.

The trafficking of children for domestic labor in the U.S. is an extension of an illegal but common practice in Africa. Families in remote villages send their daughters to work in cities for extra money and the opportunity to escape a dead-end life. Some girls work for free on the understanding that they will at least be better fed in the home of their employer.

The custom has led to the spread of trafficking, as well-to-do Africans accustomed to employing children immigrate to the U.S. Around one-third of the estimated 10,000 forced laborers in the United States are servants trapped behind the curtains of suburban homes, according to a study by the National Human Rights Center at the University of California at Berkeley and Free the Slaves, a nonprofit group. No one can say how many are children, especially since their work can so easily be masked as chores.

Once behind the walls of gated communities like this one, these children never go to school. Unbeknownst to their neighbors, they live as modern-day slaves, just like Shyima, whose story is pieced together through court records, police transcripts and interviews.

“I’d look down and see her at 10, 11 - even 12 - at night,” said Shyima’s neighbor at the time, Tina Font. “She’d be doing the dishes. We didn’t put two and two together.”

Shyima cried when she found out she was going to America in 2000. Her father, a bricklayer, had fallen ill a few years earlier, so her mother found a maid recruiter, signed a contract effectively leasing her daughter to the couple for 10 years and told Shyima to be strong.

For a year, Shyima, 9, worked in the Cairo apartment owned by Amal Motelib and Nasser Ibrahim. Every month, Shyima’s mother came to pick up her salary.

Tens of thousands of children in Africa, some as young as 3, are recruited every year to work as domestic servants. They are on call 24 hours a day and are often beaten if they make a mistake. Children are in demand because they earn less than adults and are less likely to complain. In just one city - Casablanca - a 2001 survey by the Moroccan government found more than 15,000 girls under 15 working as maids.

The U.S. State Department found that over the past year, children have been trafficked to work as servants in at least 33 of Africa’s 53 countries. Children from at least 10 African countries were sent as maids to the U.S. and Europe. But the problem is so well hidden that authorities - including the U.N., Interpol and the State Department - have no idea how many child maids now work in the West.

“In most homes, these girls are not allowed to use so much as the same spoon as the rest of the family,” said Hany Helal, the Cairo-based director of the Egyptian Organization for Child Rights.

By the time the Ibrahims decided to leave, Shyima’s family had taken several loans from them for medical bills. The Ibrahims said they could only be repaid by sending Shyima to work for them in the U.S. A friend posed as her father, and the U.S. embassy in Cairo issued her a six-month tourist visa.

She arrived at Los Angeles International Airport on Aug. 3, 2000, according to court documents. The family brought her back to their spacious five-bedroom, two-story home, decorated in the style of a Tuscan villa with a fountain of two angels spouting water through a conch. She was told to sleep in the garage.

It had no windows and was neither heated nor air-conditioned. Soon after she arrived, the garage’s only light bulb went out. The Ibrahims didn’t replace it. From then on, Shyima lived in the dark.

She was told to call them Madame Amal and Hajj Nasser, terms of respect. They called her “shaghala,” or servant. Their five children called her “stupid.”

While the family slept, she ironed the school outfits of the Ibrahims’ 5-year-old twin sons. She woke them, combed their hair, dressed them and made them breakfast. Then she ironed clothes and fixed breakfast for the three girls, including Heba, who at 10 was the same age as the family’s servant.

Neither Ibrahim nor his wife worked, and they slept late. When they awoke, they yelled for her to make tea.

While they ate breakfast watching TV, she cleaned the palatial house. She vacuumed each bedroom, made the beds, dusted the shelves, wiped the windows, washed the dishes and did the laundry.

Her employers were not satisfied, she said. “Nothing was ever clean enough for her. She would come in and say, ‘This is dirty,’ or ‘You didn’t do this right,’ or ‘You ruined the food,’” said Shyima.

She started wetting her bed. Her sheets stank. So did her oversized T-shirt and the other hand-me-downs she wore.

While doing the family’s laundry, she slipped her own clothes into the load. Madame slapped her. “She told me my clothes were dirtier than theirs. That I wasn’t allowed to clean mine there,” she said.

She washed her clothes in a bucket in the garage. She hung them to dry outside, next to the trash cans.

When the couple went out, she waited until she heard the car pull away and then she sat down. She sat with her back straight because she was afraid her clothes would dirty the upholstery.

It never occurred to her to run away.
“I thought this was normal,” she said.
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If you could fly the garage where Shyima slept 7,000 miles to the sandy alleyway where her Egyptian family now lives, it would pass for the best home in the neighborhood.

The garage’s walls are made of concrete instead of hand-patted bricks. Its roof doesn’t leak. Its door shuts all the way. Shyima’s mother and her 10 brothers and sisters live in a two-bedroom house with uneven walls and a flaking ceiling. None of them have ever had a bed to themselves, much less a whole room. At night, bodies cover the sagging couches.

Shown a snapshot of the windowless garage, Shyima’s mother in the coastal town of Agami made a clucking sound of approval.

“It’s much cleaner than where many people here sleep,” said Helal, the child rights advocate. He explains that Shyima’s treatment in the Ibrahim home is considered normal - even good - by Egyptian standards.

Even though many child maids are physically abused, child labor is rarely prosecuted because the work isn’t considered strenuous. Many employers even see themselves as benefactors.

“There is a sense that children should work to help their family, but also that they are being given an opportunity,” said Mark Lagon, the director of the U.S. State Department’s Office to Monitor and Combat Trafficking in Persons.

That’s especially the case for well-off families who transport their child servants to Western countries.

In 2006, a U.S. district court in Michigan sentenced a Cameroonian man to 17 years in prison for bringing a 14-year-old girl from his country to work as his unpaid maid. That same year, a Moroccan couple was sentenced to home confinement for forcing their 12-year-old Moroccan niece to work grueling hours caring for their baby.

In Germantown, Md., a Nigerian couple used their daughter’s passport to bring in a 14-year-old Nigerian girl as their maid. She worked for them for five years before escaping in 2001. In Germany, France, the Netherlands and England, African immigrants have been arrested for forcing children from their home countries to work as their servants.

In several of these cases, the employers argued that they took the children with the parents’ permission. The Cameroonian girl’s mother flew to Detroit to testify in court against her daughter, saying the girl was ungrateful for the good life her employers had provided her.

Shyima’s mother, Salwa Mahmoud, said her father believed she would have better opportunities in America.

“I didn’t want her to travel but our family’s condition dictated that she had to go,” explained Mahmoud, a squat, round-faced woman with calloused hands and feet. She is missing two front teeth because she couldn’t afford a dentist.

“If she had stayed here in Egypt, she would have been ordinary,” said Awatef, Shyima’s older sister. “Just like us.”
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On April 3, 2002, an anonymous caller phoned the California Department of Social Services to report that a young girl was living inside the garage of 28 Pacific Grove.

A few days later, Nasser Ibrahim opened the door to a detective from the Irvine Police Department. Asked if any children lived there beside his own, he first said no, then yes - “a distant relative.” He said he had “not yet” enrolled her in school. She did “chores - just like the other kids,” according to the police transcript.

Shyima was upstairs cleaning when Ibrahim came to get her. “He told me that I was not allowed to say anything,” said Shyima. “That if I said anything I would never see my parents again.”

When police searched the house, they turned up several home videos showing Shyima at work. They seized the contract signed by Shyima’s illiterate parents.

Asked by police if anyone other than his immediate family lived in the house, Eid, one of the twins, said: “Hummm … Yeah … Her name is Shyima,” according to the transcript. “She uh … She works - she works for us at the house, like, she cleans up the dishes and stuff like that.”

Twelve-year-old Heba got flustered: “Yeah. She’s uh - my - uh - How do I say this? Uh … My dad’s … Oh, wait, like … She’s like my cousin, but - She’s my dad’s daughter’s friend. Oops! The other way. Okay, I’m confused.”
Heba eventually admitted that Shyima had lived with the family for three years in Egypt and in California.

The police put Shyima in a squad car. They noted her hands were red and caked with dead, hard-looking skin.
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For months Shyima lied to investigators, saying what the Ibrahims had told her to say.

She went without sleep for days at a stretch. She was put on four different types of medication. She moved from foster home to foster home. Her mood swings alarmed her guardians. In school for the first time, she struggled to learn to read.

Investigators arranged for her to speak to her parents. She told them she felt like a “nobody” working for the Ibrahims and wanted to come home. Her father yelled at her.

“They kept telling me that they’re good people,” Shyima recounted in a recent interview. “That it’s my fault. That because of what I did my mom was going to have a heart attack.”

Three years ago, she broke off contact with her family. Since then she has refused to speak Arabic. She can no longer communicate in her mother tongue.

During the 2006 trial, the Ibrahims described Shyima as part of their family. They included proof of a trip she took with the family to Disneyland. Shyima’s lawyer pointed out that the 10-year-old wasn’t allowed on the rides - she was there to carry the bags.

The couple’s lawyers collected photographs of the home where Shyima grew up, including close-ups of the feces-stained squat toilet and of Shyima’s sisters washing clothes in a bucket.

In her final plea, Madame Amal told the judge it would be unfair to separate her from her children. Enraged, Shyima, then 17, told the court she hadn’t seen her family in years.

“Where was their loving when it came to me? Wasn’t I a human being too? I felt like I was nothing when I was with them,” she sobbed.

The couple pleaded guilty to all charges, including forced labor and slavery. They were ordered to pay $76,000, the amount Shyima would have earned at the minimum wage. The sentence: Three years in federal prison for Ibrahim, 22 months for his wife, and then deportation for both. Their lawyers declined to comment for this story.

“I don’t think that there is any other term you could use than modern-day slavery,” said Bob Schoch, the special agent in charge for Immigration and Customs Enforcement in Los Angeles, in describing Shyima’s situation.

Shyima was adopted last year by Chuck and Jenny Hall of Beaumont, Calif. The family lives near Disneyland, where they have taken her a half-dozen times. She graduated from high school this summer after retaking her exit exam and hopes to become a police officer.

Shyima, now 19, has a list of assigned chores. She wears purple eyeshadow, has a boyfriend and frequently updates her profile on MySpace. Her hands are neatly manicured.

But in her closet, she keeps a box of pictures of her parents and her brothers and sisters. “I don’t look at them because it makes me cry,” she said. “How could they? They’re my parents.”

When her father died last year, her family had no way of reaching her.
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EPILOGUE: On a recent afternoon in Cairo, Madame Amal walked into the lobby of her apartment complex wearing designer sunglasses and a chic scarf.

After nearly two years in a U.S. prison cell, she’s living once more in the spacious apartment where Shyima first worked as her maid. The apartment is adorned in the style of a Louis XIV palace, with ornately carved settees, gold-leaf vases and life-sized portraits of her and her husband.

She did not agree to be interviewed for this story.

Before the door closed behind her, a little girl slipped in carrying grocery bags. She wore a shabby T-shirt. Her small feet slapped the floor in loose flip-flops. Her eyes were trained on the ground.

She looked to be around 9 years old.
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EDITOR’S NOTE - This story is based on interviews in Los Angeles, Irvine and Beaumont, Calif., and in Cairo and Agami, Egypt, in September and October. In addition to interviews with Shyima, her mother and nine of her brothers and sisters, the AP also interviewed her neighbors in Irvine, law enforcement officials and the lawyer who prosecuted her case. Quotes and scenes were observed by the reporter or described by Shyima and confirmed in police transcripts and court records.

I know some of you must be thinking i wanted to share my experience but seriously, i never stay in hostel before. If i did, i would definitely share my experience here. I bet it is fun experience …should try someday

Anyway, i was reading Matt website and i love his post. If you interested or wondering, what’s Matt tips to have sex in hostels, just  Click here

Interesting tips, right?

We travel mostly in Phnom Penh by Tut Tut. We found very lovely Tut Tut driver and he’s the one who recommend where to visit. I don’t know why i trust him. Maybe because he look like someone who won’t rip me off. His english very basic and we communicate a lot by hand pointing at the Phnom Penh map and i constantly giving him my charming smile. It help, ok?  If you don’t speak Khmer or any other local language, smiling is the best language to show that you are happy in their country.

My tut tut driver suggested us to go to “Choeung Ek” (It means The Killing Fields) and we thought….why not? My friend thought is a place that we can play with gun & shoot. From our hotel (Sunway Hotel Phnom Penh) to Killing Fields, it takes more than an hour and the road is not fun and full with dirt….seriously….and our tut tut driver kind enough to bought for us mask to cover our nose & mouth. Isn’t he lovely?

When we reach Killing Fields, it doesn’t look like a place to play with gun.

As usual, i try to be optimist and we went to the counter to pay the entrance fee. When we walk in and we saw a lot skulls, i was like “OMG, THIS’S NOT A PLACE TO PLAY GUN!”

We continue walk and i read everything in the board and i realized that we are in VERY interesting place.

C’mon on….it’s not everyday you get to see skulls and mass graves. We (I mean me) took a lot photos and my tears fall down because the fact that innocent people being torture is really make me feel sad.

After we explore Killing Fields, our Tut Tut driver suggested us to go to Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum (S-21). This place is….sad….If you visit Killing Fields, your trip is not complete if you don’t go to Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. I couldn’t stop cry when i saw all the tools that they used to torture innocent prisoners. Luckily Pol Pot is death! Otherwsise, i think i will personally kill him.

This’s before i go inside the classroom. I look good….without crying

I don’t know why hanging out at this place doesn’t feel creepy to me…instead i feel very sad. I put myself in their shoes and i can see how suffer they are and i feel so helpless…..

After seeing what happened in S-21 prison, i realized that Japanese is not that mean (I’m speaking about Malaysia history during Japanese time. They colonize us and very mean to local people). I mean of course chopping innocent people head & rape is mean but they are not as mean as Khmer Rouge regime. Imagine this, in S-21 prison, prisoners were routinely beaten and tortured with electric shocks, searing hot metal instruments and hanging. Some prisoners were cut with knives or suffocated with plastic bags. 

Everything happened on 1975-1979! How come no body help? I kept asking my friend what Malaysian did? Are we not allow to interfere that time? During the 4 years of the Khmer Rouge regime, more than 17,000 - 20,000 were tortured and executed in the prison and more than 2,000 of them were children. For the 1st year of S-21′S existence, corpses were buried near the prison. However, by the end of 1979, cadres ran out of burial spaces. The prisoner and their family were taken to the Choeung Ek extermination centre. They were killed by being battered with iron bars, pickaxes, machetes and many other makeshift weapons. After the prisoners executed, the soldiers who had accompanied them from S-21 buried them in graves that held as few as 6 and as many as 100 bodies. That’s crazy,right?

This’s where i started cry again….for God sake, do they look like dangerous people? They are innocent and why you have to torture them like that?

I love Cambodia……love the people…..they are lovely and the cops are friendly. See, i took photos with the cops. They can’t speak english and as usual, i have to use hand language to ask their permission to take photo and smile

I miss Phnom Penh……but if i want to go there again, i’ll go to Russian Market and buy my favourite craft bag. It is very nice

Look, i bought that craft bag from Russian Market. I only buy1. Silly me…….should buy more!

Listening to this song remind me of my ex who recently been question me so much. What i don’t understand is he’s the one who wanted me to move on.

Let’s talk about something else.

I went to Maxis (My mobile network centre) to terminate my number but apparently my contract only finish August, 2009 I really want to change my number. Do you remember that crazy lawyer? I went to the electric shop because my water heater not hot. He sat next to me with his wife/gf that he never admit. I pretanding i don’t know him and after i complain to customer service about my water heater problem, i let my flatmate wait for the customer service to pass the complain report and i walked off from the store. I always try to avoid him and never reply his text/call because men like him think all women can buy with money and material stuff. He sent me text 3 days ago and he wrote that his offer still on. WTF! Do i look like i need to be a mistress to support my life? That’s insulting! I reply him back nicely by telling him that, “ If i want your money, i already accept your offer long time ago but i’m not. I’ll be very greateful if you can back off and stop bugging my life”. He reply me back but i just deleted it. What for i reply if he still don’t understand? I try to be nice but if he still text me again or call me, i will say FUCK OFF! I don’t care if it sound very rude. That’s why i want to terminate my number. I don’t want to be rude. 

What else? I was reading about B2 visa requirement and the procedures and i don’t know…..Paul will be here on March 2009 and i feel it’s very unfair to him if i don’t visit him after his 3rd visit. I still trying to convince Paul to live here or any south east asia country

I know he got his own life there & his dad unwell. People will think i am mean for taking him away from his unwell dad I still have to visit SF …at least once to see whether i like it or not and Paul mother wanted to check on me. Just to make sure that i’m not russian bride She’s cute. Why i’m not eager with US? I don’t know but i knew i want to be with Paul. Applying B2 visa require me to go for interview and i’m pretty sure they will try to intimidate me with silly question. I should think positive…..it can’t be that bad,right?

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I got a vacuum for x-mas. It’s a German made Festool for my Woodworking. My father gave me some Euros for a trip to Italy this summer but I might stay home and raise puppies with my dog. Anyway, the best present I got was two boxes of very fancy plastic plates. These plates look nicer than the china we eat from daily but they are cheap and disposable. It’s a joke present because I hate doing the dishes every night but it’s really cool. Now I can go 100 days without having to clean after we eat. Hahahah…

Kim,

If wishes come in rainbow colours…..I’d send you the brightest one to say…..Hope you have a Birthday that’s as wonderful as you! Happy Birthday, honey!!!

Anyway, currently listening to All The Way Around by Ali Lohan

Hmmm…..just finish deleted a few folder in my email. I like my email to be neat….so, i always create folder for “Friends” who always email me but mostly is my ex’s. So, now my email have a lot space. ..Of course i still keep all email that i received from Paul & Kim.

Before i deleted the folder, i have to delete the email 1st and some of them i read and i kinda wonder….what happened to “him” now? I know he stopped writing to me when i told him i’m dating someone but what i find it funny until now is……the fact that he’s married but yet still flirting with me although it doesn’t go anywhere. Maybe he just want to try his luck since i was single that time. He’s actually quite nice because he always compliment me ….lol ….but i don’t know why i  don’t fancy him at all.  I just like him as a friend and i still answer his call although sometimes i feel annoyed. (I got no choice because he always called my office number and usually he’ll call me 3 times or more a day). I’m quite relief when he stopped call me but just wondering…..what’s new with him? Hmmm…..email him and ask how is he doing will be silly action. I don’t want to keep in touch with him.

My new resolution for 2009…one of them is, to stay away from my married ex bf’s. I don’t want to make my life crazy and get myself into trouble (That very rare happened but still….i don’t want to end up my life like Meredith. Always make her love life complicated). I’m not getting young though

I threw the best thing i ever had away and i’m not gonna do that again with Paul. I think God loves me enough to give  me a chance to redeem my mistake. I’m not perfect. Lol. A few days ago, i make a column chart what will happened after 2 years, 5 years,10 years & 20 years if i have a family with Paul and that’s scary. I think Paul will still live healthy (since he’s yoga freak) and me……..don’t ask. I secretly hope i won’t turn to be like my dad. I guess i’ll start eating healthy now and less chocolate. I don’t think it’s too late to do that since i’m still young (and cute of course). When is the best time to be vegetarian…..like Kim?

Paul in Salt Lake City now….creepy town and there are surround by marmon. (No offence). Anyway, he’s having fun with his brother and (who else there? hmm…..who cares? Paul know his limit….lol). He made bread pudding today. Omg, i love bread pudding….love it loads….I threw myself to him simply because he can cook. I’m crazy

I better stop writing now……Merry Christmas!!! and Kim, Happy Birthday honey!!!

P/S : I think i don’t fancy “him” because he’s married, cheeky, too tall (he’s more than 6 feet….i swear i look like a lil kid when we walked together) and he’s american. I never fancy american guy ’till i know Kim. I always adore english guy (JUDE LAW) and that explain why most of my ex’s is english. My recent ex have sexy accent and beautiful eyes. I can fall asleep by listening to his voice. Anyway, don’t think we can be friends since he hate me…..it’s ok. I’m cool

For Paul….have fun and be good! If not, i will drag you personally to marmon

Well, I finally finished my trip report web page. Those interested can
click here