LOOK MOMMY! IM IN THE NEWS!!!

IM IN THE NEWS, IM IN THE NEWS!! Go look at 23rd May 2007's THE STAR under Metro section page M24!! And Start Reading. Or you could go HERE,
For the online version.

CHeck it out....WHat do you see here?

nothing? yea ur right...but look closer!!


IM THERE!! YAY!!! "But there are lots of ppl named Justin"

ERm yea...But I was there!! WOOHOO!!

ah well...its always like this... I feel like the one eyed Green monster in Monsters Inc. A glimpse of fame..though its just real small.. sigh...I wish I had someone who'd be proud....apart from my parents...

After liberating so many problems,DMT is disheartened to see many more...

For all the things I've done for all the employees in the company, for all the times I put my head on the line for them, they push all their faults and blames back to me. I feel disheartened that they would have the heart to do this.

I've never asked them for anything in return, but a smile on their face. And they back stab me with a Corrective Action Request. (If u avid readers remember I issued a Department a Car about a month or two ago.)

At the eve of SIRIM's advance, they come back to me with this C.A.R...


Non-conformance reads "No evidence shows that the Internal Auditor Justin Ong Yu Yi have attended Internal Quality Audit Training and/or are a qualified auditor. He have conducted Internal Audit and issued C.A.R on 6/4/07"

My manager writes back In corrective action:"We will send Justin Ong Yu Yi to attend the Internal Quality Audit Training to qualify as auditor. From now on CAR will be issued by TKF on behalf of Main. Dept."

Followup detail reads "1. Justin in future will not be the auditor for calibration material (handled by TKF certified auditor)" .

This will not do..not in our company. Seriously must not practice last minute syit like this. Bad english and insults my name as well. I give my time to help my managers do things, and this is what happens. I feel like my head is cracking into 3 pieces. What is the meaning of this year? Im losing my mind, lost my heart....and im losing my soul...

I feel disheartened..I thought I could live this self-sacrificing life ...but the more I experience, the more I lose my focus...of why I started in the first place. Im going no where...the world is telling me that if I become a cold-hearted jerk, I would have better luck with everything else....I'm at the brink of believing it...I dunno wat to do...I'm on my knees, my soul curling up inside...again....

May's Monologue

Feels good to be a hero today. Went to work slightly late, not too late. Wasn't 7.45. Morning meeting wasn't on yet. Why I said it felt good to be a hero today? Cause I was....sorta.

See My Dept Head, was going to have a meeting today at 2pm...some Management Review he had to present. And its his first time and not seen the slides before. At 830am my manager calls me up and says..."I havent prepared anything for the DH, I need your help to update a presentation,".

Im like "okay". You see where Im headed? It was a 20 page presentation I had to prepare for my DH before 2 pm. Now usually, he would give like few days before hand. But he was sick on Friday. And saw that the meeting was today...after the morning meeting. EXACTLY!!

I didn't finish till 30mins before his presentation. Had to double check and go through with him. My manager helped. After the slobbing I realized that I did not have morning tea or lunch. I was so tired and hungry, but it felt good. So small a thing, I felt that I didn't let my manager down even though it was his fault. I felt like a true Executor. Thats a fancy name for an executive who just got slaved around.

I think my dad was trying to cheer me up when he sent me this joke. It goes like this

THE BOSS
>
>
>Who's in Charge?   All the organs of the body
were having a meeting,
trying
>to decide who the one in charge was.
>
>  "I should be in charge," said the brain,
"because I run all the
body's
>systems, so without me nothing would happen".
>
>
>  "I should be in charge," said the blood,
"because I circulate oxygen
all
>over so without me you'd all waste away."
>
>  "I should be in charge," said the stomach,
"because I process food
and
>give all of you energy."
>
>  "I should be in charge," said the legs ,
"because I carry the body
>wherever it needs to go."
>
>  "I should be in charge," said the eyes,
"because I allow the body to
see
>where it goes."
>
>"I should be in charge," said the rectum ,
"Because I'm responsible
for
>waste removal."
>
>
>All the other body parts laughed at the rectum
and insulted him, so in
a
>huff, he shut down tight. Within a few days,
the brain had a terrible
>headache, the stomach was bloated, the legs
got wobbly, the eyes got
>watery, and the blood was toxic. They all
decided that the rectum
should be
>the boss. The Moral of the story? The as$hole
is usually in charge !!

Yea i feel much better now....-.-

Spenderman! Spenderman not wearing any underwear...

Throw his briefs, everywhere!
So obscene, Hard to stare!
Lookout! here comes the Spenderman!!

W00t!! One thing I like about marvel comics especially Spiderman...u learn morality and how one with so much potential living on a shoestring solves life problems just like everyone else.

"Ben Parker: You've been given a gift Peter, with great power, comes great responsibility. " From the first.

"May Parker: We need a hero, couragous sacrificing people, setting examples for all of us. Everybody loves a hero, people line up for 'em, cheer for them, scream their names, and years later tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse of the one who told them to HOLD ON a second longer. I believe theres a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble. And finally gets us to die with pride. Even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want most, even our dreams. " Lesson of the Second.

"Whatever comes our way, whatever battle we have raging inside us, we always have a choice, my friend harry taught me that. He chose to be the best of himself. It's the choices that make us who we are, and we can always choose to do what's right. " The moral lesson of the Third!

I tot the fight scene was great...any longer and it would be draggy,...who said it was too short? I tot it was a good ending. U die with vengence....you live with forgiveness, and immortalized with sacrifice.

The storyline between PP and MJ seems a lil too familiar though...T.T well i'm glad they'll finish great in the end...

The diabolical Snake.....

Foo! Again he tries to run from responsibility. Mr. N comes to the scene of investigation. Riveter machine has a problem. The riveter machine is connected to two riveter guns. But when button is pressed, both guns move. First check says that its a fault of the solenoid, hence electrical.

Initially my Senior manager was told of the problem. then my manager had to tell my supervisor that a breakdown occurred. Which is wrong. It should be the other way around. Either way I got to know last. So I brought with me a charge man to the scene to see the issue.

The electrical supervisors and execs were attending to another breakdown in the Electric deposition area. So I stood in for the electricals.

Being there, they tested out the operation and so displayed the problem. Soon after the Electrical Exec. Mr.N arrives and sees the issue. After just 2 minutes of looking around, he turns to me and says "Boss! This is not electrical's issue!"

"Show me!" I demanded. He asked Hanif his electrical fitter to show me. After another round. I noticed a dissimilarity. It was one of the coils that was different. I discussed with my mechanical fitter and decided that it could be that. (Coil is electrical btw).

Not being able to stand it anymore, "CHange the coil!" I ordered. It had to be judging by the sound of the coil, it had to be. THey changed it and rewired it. They wired it opposite at first but fix the issue the second time.

Only problem left is when the first gun finishes its operation, the other gun gets abit of the back wash.

Enough of technical terms, the main lesson is, I can no longer depend on giving this guy kindness anymore else he will climb over my subordinates head. If he ever says anything about delegating work to any of my execs, and says its actually mechanical's job I'll say..."As far as Im concerned, there is no longer a line between mechanical and electrical there is only maintenance!

Look at me...im saying this like its a matter of life and death. The ranting stops here.... lol

Ever wondered why...

1) Rich ugly guys get the best luck(all kinds of luck)?
2) theres always a better guy in the crowd...?
3) Your goal is always the hardest to achieve?
4) your position is chess always looks more vulnerable than your opponents?
5) your million dollar idea has already been done and exploited before you even moved a muscle?
6) The ones you want are always not local or heading overseas, or taken, or different religious believes, or think you're not man enough to be with or all of the above ?
7) Overseas has got better weathers than your own homeland?
8) The company you work in has the most screwed up management systems compared to everywhere else?
9) Everyone else has a better view in life than you do?
10) Your neighbor's garden is greener than your own?

Haha maybe im just being self conscious...

Happy CHINESE B-day to me! im 24 years old..

TODAY IS 30th of the Third month which is my chinese Birthday!! Its as rare as February the 29th. 3333333333333333333 is my number..Yay!!

Let see how many threes in my life..

1 three in my birthdate
2 threes in my chinese birthdate
3 threes in my IC. no.
3rd best score is the most i got in primary school.
3 blog domains
3 blind mice..ahaha just random
Rule of Three
My Gen 2 is the third car bought after the Wira and the Accord..using the same money.

thats all i can think off right now... oh 2003 is the year that turned my life..like seriously

Time to sleep...good night....good night.....good.....night...

Temple of Wisdom and Clarity...

Went to LDC yesterday, to do some good...eversince the incident the the realization of how close I was to death, I decided to pay my uncle's temple hangout a visit....and also to check out some chicks....hahaha ok not a good joke...

nehway...being there opened my eyes to what I have been so tied up with these few months. The centre has this Buddhist teachings for kids where a Geshe (scholar/equivalent to a masters in academic terms) teaches about the elements of buddhism at a very basic and easy to understand level.

Yesterday they were talking about the second of the Seven limbs of Buddhism. Which I believe each limb are like essential exercises to being a more open buddhist.

The first limb is about Prostration. Not sure if I spell it right. But It was a really thorough explanation about it. But in a nut shell, the act of putting your palms together to pray is not exactly practiced in Tibetan Buddhism. Why?

For this reason we go back to why we put our palms together. It is a sign of respect and offering of respect from our hearts. Unfortunately if we put our palms together, there is nothing in between the palms. And it is considered not good to offer well..nothing. WIth this by sticking our thumbs in between which makes it look like a cup with something in it ...it is a symbol of which you are offering a vessel with something in it. It also becomes a shape of a jewel in which symbolizes the 3 jewels that Buddhist seek refuge in....which is the Buddha, The Dharma and the Sangha.

THe prostration begins by placing your newly formed jewel palms ontop of your head, symbolizing the crown of buddha which is our ultimate goal..which is to attain full enlightenment. Next is putting your hands to your forehead symbolizing clarity of mind and the refuge to the dharma or universal knowledge. Then bring your hands to your throat ...of which symbolizes the Sangha who are the teachers who speak out and tells the world of the dharma to follow....and finally end it at your chest level.

The long prostration...you have to lie on the floor face down.. then back up and start all over again 3 times.

Thats for prostration.

Yesterday was on offerings....Offerings no matter how big or small will only work when it is given with a sincere heart. AS long as you have a sincere heart of offering it to the Lords or anyone for that matter does it make it even more meaningful. So why are offerings made as beautiful as possible especially to the Buddhas? Because when we make offerings it is as if we are treating them as offerings to the kings all though the Buddhas are of higher ranks than kings themselves.

So how did this Seven Offerings come about? In Buddha Shakyamuni's time, it was how The Kings were received. First with a welcome drink, then basin of water to purify the feet, then incense of sandalwood to purify the halls, then flower offerings, then perfume offerings, food and finally music and entertainment. SO similarily we offer a bowl of water, then another bowl of water, a flower, offerings of incense, a bowl of perfume, food and then a seashell perhaps to symbolize music. It can actually be anything as long as it can symbolize it.

So wats the difference between the offerings to kings and to the Buddhas? Blessings...and with that when we make offerings we say out the syllables "Om Ah Hum". Very powerful syllables that are programmed into us even from birth. Om blesses and purifies the offering, Ah turns them into sweet nectar that increases its value, and Hum amplifies it many folds.

I can keep going but u'd not read it in the end so ..i'll stop here....till next lesson....see yas..

Pada Saat Saat Genting...(At critical moments)

I don't have much time left do I?


Its good to be alive today! I thank all my merits I'm not a Charred person today blogging. Let me rewind to May 11 2007 9.50 am.

Walking into my Gen2. Just called Cucumber to meet me beside the road. Directly outside the DATARAN Carpark, 1U. I start my car and drive off to the exit. Its difficult to navigate in the car park with so many confusing arrows to the 'Keluar'. Pass the slot roads to the exit, I suddenly hear loud sounds from my undercarriage, plus some 'motion master' effects.

(Pylon was not there)
several feet away I stop my car and realized I drove over something. I stepped out of the car to inspect the damage. Petrol drained like a hose!. "Tutup engine!" (close engine would be the direct translation) said a guard. I quickly did.


My dad and his friends came to collect the car later that afternoon. My uncle saw the protruding bolts that ripped the petrol tank from under the car and said that I was lucky there was no spark. Else I would have been fried from the inside.


For the entire day I was totally blur. What a day to almost get killed. In fact, I have no idea why I did not ignite. It was a hot day, and Im sure some of the wires there would have sparked something. Maybe I had a protection from someone.

(All I want for XMas is my Bumper Front grill...)

On a lighter note, Genting was good, Had a good 9 course meal at the Ming Ren Restaurant in Hotel Genting. Good food, good afternoon company, Next was good, not so straight evening company. Won 10 bucks from roulette and a late night.


The organizer Ms. Elaine help set up the stuff. Really good of her. THanks Elaine!

Friday is Genting DAY YAY!!

Hey ppl! What a Great month this month of May! Its the month after the month I was born!! wahaha jk jk but true. anywho! Lots have happen and Im really looking forward to this Friday.

Last Friday Gavin invited me and my class plus his other classes to a salsa meet up in Bossa Nova, ParkRoyal. It was fantastic. We all gotta chance to try out what we know. Absolutely fantastic. We danced till 12 though we should have till 11. Great success! I congratulated Gavin for finally realizing it after a year and sped home to sleep. ... Cuz I had to go to work the next day. No pictures obtained so far...sigh..oh well!

This Friday is different though. About a month or two back, I won a lunch at the Ming Ren in Genting's First World building scheduled for this Friday....

So got a lunch for 2, a room for 2 and a show 'FLY' for 2....since I have no partner to go with me...I've called my gang to see if their interested. We'll see wat happens... ke ke ke.

Till This Friday Then! Muahaha!

A Good Friend Gave me a very important advice...

Again... the Executives manipulated the bosses to assign even more jobs to me. What can I say? I can't say no can I?

Then a new 30 year old engineer started climbing on my head seeing that Im very much obliging to everyone.

After work, my colleague pulled me to one side and said this.

"Justin, I cakap sama you, I memang benci orang yang arahkan orang buat kerja yang bukan bukan. Kalau dia nak ambil project tu, dia yang kena buat benda yang sepatutnya. You jangan kasi dia suruh you buat kerja.

Saya tahu, you angkat banyak-banyak sebab nak belajar. Tetapi jangan sampai melepaskan bola sendiri. You ada banyak responsibility, DOE JKKP ISO..so you jangan pergi jaga tepi kain orang lain. Kalau tidak mereka akan selalu suruh u buat benda.

Justin I cakap sama you, sebenarnya I orang yang cinta bangsa diri, tetapi bila I kena tolong kawan cina, I akan tolong, itu style saya. .."

(Justin, let me tell you, I really hate guys that tell ppl to do their work. If he wants to take up the project, he should work with the details, dont let him tell you to do his job.

I know you take in alot cause you want to learn. But dont do it until you drop your own balls. You've got loads of responsibilities, DOE, JKKP, ISO, don't look after everyone else. Or else they will always make you do work.

Justin, Let me tell you, I am actually pro-to my race, But when I have to help my chinese friend, I will help, thats my style..)

This is the second person that says I'm too soft. First one is Muse, the Dark Lord. Im in a dilemma. I want to learn as much as I can. But I don't want to go outside my scope and do bad in my own work. It is my agenda to learn aw much as possible. Perhaps I have to learn to be firm as well.

At the moment, I can still handle it, cause I plan out my work and what I do everyday. But will that be enough?

... in a lighter note, Thank you everyone for all your wishes on Friendster, MSN, SMSes, and Calls! Really appreciate it! As well as a Package that arrived on my Dad's Birthday. You should have seen how disappointed he looked when he saw that it wasn't for him. It was a wonderful present ....but I ain't sharing it with the world muahahaha! THANK YOU PPL!! HUGS AND KISSES(only to the girls this one)/HIGH FIVES (to the guys).

When for a Salsa Social yesterday...fuu....will feel it soon...go to work first...bye bye!

PM calling for new Malaysian super hero....=.=

Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi: 'Maintenance is very important. I have said this many times but these people, as long as nothing happens, they don't care.'


Oh dear god! Don't u dare tell me thats my Calling. Yes its true, I always wanted to be a superhero. But ...but not like this! I can hear it now...

The electronic keyboard playing in the back to the tune of the 1984 movie 'Ghostbusters' (oh god its even the year i was born). Bass sfx: Do do do do DO DO dodododo DO Do....


"Something breaks...in ur neighbourhood....who do u call? Man-Tenance!!
Some pipe leaks...in ur master bed room.... who do u call? Man-Tenance!!
(elec guitar sfx: tiou niao tiao niao tiao niao niao niao...)


These guys come in their maintenance car...and their Man-tenance uniform...(O em Gee! same colored uniforms with spot wielding gun power packs strapped on their back.) Nooo ... I'd rather be wearing a Spiderman spandex than..to be part of the PM's Preventive Maintenance scheme...

The only thing missing now is a fireman pole and a green ghost called 'Slimer'. Sigh...I guess heros in this world aren't as glamorous like in the comics..

"Cast OFF!" *CAST OFF, CHANGE MAN*

Yesterday, 29/4/2007: (8)And now...the end is near..and so I face...the final curtain....(8)


This 30th....



.... One Man

... One Desire


Henshin (TRANSFORM!) *HENSHIN*


"Cast off" *CAST OFF, CHANGE MAN*


Introducing The New Yi Yu version 23.1, The latest Upgrade of 84 model. Complete with Fight action attacks and systematic Engine OS. This model is built slim and ergonomic for a good bear hug and not too high for the Asian ceilings.

Big programming overhaul for a different theme this version, with state of the art AI self training module. Better physical and mental endurance and stability, this model is gonna keep going..and going ...and going like never before.

Every year theres a theme of which this model gains knowledge, trains and upgrades itself. This time its purely programming. This one of a Kind model, is found no where else but here.

As of Red Indian Traditions, a seed is planted every time a baby is born. So will there be two for every year of annual Upgrade. One for the past ...and one for the Future.


So watch out World... JOYY V23 is gonna come knocking at your door!


"CLOCK UP!"

Last days of year 22...

Dear Juzzy,

Finally, its the Eve of officially being a year older. Sigh, looking back I look to see what I have achieved so far, and find an array of rojak stuffs both good and bad. What a year it has been.

And still at this final day, I still think theres still more I need to work on. This two days (since Friday), I have set a pre-scheduled solo Bday campaign to explore what I am and have been from the past till now.

Friday evening after work, I dressed up and went to Lowyat. A place where I felt most comfortable. There, technology is key and Its been so long since last i updated myself. I felt good interacting and seeing new stuff. I was at ease. 1030pm.. was time to test out something I have never done before...How would I react heading into a Salsa club by myself...Ive not been into club for more than 3 times let alone a salsa club.

I realized that I was timid and felt inferior to all the MASTERS that spun on the dance floor. They worked their salsa so intricately and in such fantastic manner. I could do nothing more but sit and marvel. Luckily the ppl here were very friendly and offered a hand. But not for long.

Then I found my teacher. He introed me to some ppl who were kind enough to let me do some 4 combos at them compared to masterpieces when I look left and right, back and over the dance partner.

So how? like everyting else ...that has occurred ....maybe I should have stuck with the classes before I get myself hurt. Always banging into ppl. May have twisted some ppl's hands. And always stepped out of beat.

But nonetheless, like everything else tat I jumped into....it felt good! May have only 4 techs up my sleeves but it still felt good that I could keep up and make a decent lead.

Today...I went to work at 9,..stayed till 2 then started getting ready for tonights intimate family dinner. SIL was delayed, but was still on time for Sushi before the show. Mozart I think was on the menu this philharmonic night. Symphonies played for the Kings... it was good. (what else u want me to say..the french horners kept draining their instruments every now and then?)

And now im back in my room, thinking of all the things ive done, all the stuff Ive seen, all the things Ive heard. And wonder cute chubby guys like Hiro from Heroes are the in thing now with girls, what are the pretty-boys gonna do? :P

In a completely unrelated news, Mangosteen is also the IN fruit to take.

"Rest in peace Mr. 22," Said 23. "That'll do 22, that'll do,"

What would Mr 23 be like?

N95, Dopod 810 or wait for a new SOny Erricson(spell??)

It all started in February. My recent excursion to the US introduced me to a concept already in play for more than 2 years but only recently in Malaysia.

Yes its the GLOBAL POSITIONING SYSTEM! The ones where u can find urself in the map and find a way how to get to another point of interest. I researched in the US shops, BEST BUY!, TEXACO, and some other electronic shops, All have doubts with the use of the maps in Malaysia.

So off I went home to Good Ol Malaysia to seek out this new technology that has just recently been implemented in the market. In March, I went to Low Yat to survey for GPS modules.

NONE!! BUT there were PDA phones that had GPS capabilities. Impressive, I can put it in my car and take it out when I'm done as a phone. and plan my day on it as well.

The first Model I chased was the Dopod 800. It looked like an Palm and looked square. But I kept waiting.

The more I searched the more I was recommended to. And now it has come to two products.
PDA SHOPS vouch for the Dopod 810.


Handphone shops and the rest of the world wants N95.


No clue about the Sony Ericsson
So after much consideration, all these Info has to come down to me to direct my target.

So what is my verdict?..
..
..
the Dopod 810.


Why? you may ask. Why choose the so called underdog?
Chicks dig guys with Hot new Nokia phones!

These are the Top 10 reasons why I'd choose the D over the N...

10) System: Yes Symbian OS looks fancy nice and happening. But You cannot really upgrade its features more than what is given. Like a Java applet compared to a game.

9) Servicibility: Nokia service centers versus just everywhere else and if we are hardworking the web.

8) 3G?: Expecting a traveling life I want to be prepared to have the capability to obtain the full spectrum of WiFi even if if the rumor says that Malaysia will not be allowing 3.5G to function due to it's adverse effects to Navigation.

7) Speakers!: Yea N95 wins here... but I'll probably get a shuffle or a Samsung mp3 player to back me up in this department. And its not like N95 has much apart from a stereo set. And I don't wanna make other ppl suffer for my weird taste of music.

6) Camera: N95 wins as well here. But if u are a tan chong fella, u'll know that I dont really use my phones as cameras. I prefer cameras to do their job not phones to proxy them. And its not like i use 3Mps and up.

5) Control: N95 has no touchscreen which will be a pain in the arse to write stuff draw stuff...

4) Price: Not much difference between the two, but I think its more of functionality of the product that I'm interested in.

3) Outlook: True, N95 looks really cool and sleek, so I'll leave it to the ladies to enjoy that privilege. The Dopod looks alright as well, and I'm quite happy with it, as it looks more hardy compared to the Nokia.

2) GPS: N95 uses a Google interface which would look really awesome if I could test drive it. Sad Sad they wont let me. Mapking in the 810 is alright as the other GPS consoles have, but I'm not sure if they have detailed areas of places like Tumpat, Kelantan and Sungai Petani, Kedah.

... And the number 1 reason why I'd choose a D over the N.... Most things I end up going for either works with a Blade or the number 3, N95 has neither. But the 810's original name is HTC P3600 or HTC Trinity 100.

And there you have it. We'll be right back after these messages don't go away...

DMT explains part 1....

"Murder? How could you tell from such little details?" The Deputy pouted.

"Indirectly right, Deputy," He got up and walked behind the car and towards where the burnt tire tracks started. "Its suggestive suicide; the tire tracks suggested that she paused here for a moment, probably crying thinking of a sad memory, or a painful experience. And then the tire tracks suggest a burst of rage, hate and a need to end her own life once and for all as the yellow truck seem to be there just for her,"

They walked back to the door. "The school skirt suggests either for a fetish service or she is barely 17 or 18. An emotional or confusing stage of life to be in. Which means only an emotional scar can cause such irrational effects. So Mr. Forn, What problems did you have when you were 17?"

"Me?" The Deputy stammered, erring the entire way.

"Just as I thought, you were so confused in that era you have no idea what issues you faced," MT reached over and popped the glove compartment and rummaged through the stuff.

Then he continued. "Differential diagnostic, this kind of fluid discharged found confirms that she has had a recent wild night. Stench of smoke from her blouse suggests that she has been in a pub, The smell of faint alcohol suggest that she has been drinking but was not drunk during death. Which means it was an event that happened after the pub that caused her to take her life,"

"What do you mean? how can you tell?" Deputy was brain dead.

Stay logged...

DMT Pleasure before pain??

"1.1 MIL?" MT gasped. "How am I gonna get that kinda money in that period of time?"

"Get a loan?" Deputy Forn said sarcastically overhearing MT's conversation, and got kicked in the back.

MT hung up. But he knew it was inevitable. "Darn fundsuckers, where was I?"

"Part where she somehow gets some?" Deputy rolled his eyes.

"Ah yes my dear Forn, as I was fishing deliberately for her wallet I notice that she was, in layman's terms 'wet', at first I thought it would be bladder discharges. But with closer examination with the unknown substance it is," He gloved out the goo and did the consistency test with his fingertips.

"So, what does that mean?" Deputy Forn raised his brow.

"Would you jack off before you decide to die? Would you have the mood?"

"So she had sex before dying, maybe it was a 101 things to do before she dies list,"

"Or it could be just plain murder," The Dective looked blankly at Forn.

Ten ten TENNNN!!!

Stay logged for the next episode of DEtective MT!!

DMT: 1st Clue

"Oh no not him again," Said a guy in blue. Deputy Forn of the City's police force shook his head. He was a brave man, in a sense. But when someone as sharp as I am come in the scene, he does he's best to cover up.

"MT!" He forced a smile. "How have you been?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I walk on making him trail me instead.

"Well this is a minor issue, none of your concern Detective, so please be on your way,"

"You call that normal?" I pointed out. A Kelisa smashed into a bright yellow trailer. Metal bits everywhere, smoking engine that the fireman made sure would not blow, and a victim, bloody and not heaving left stuck in the driver's seat.

I walked on. But he rushed before me and tried to slip me a fifty . I look at him. "Deputy, I'm a private investigator. I work how I want and where I want, and even so I definitely earn more than you'll ever earn in a year. So take that fifty and wipe your arse with it,"

He was stumped. But enough about him. The scene was messy, the firemen just pried open the driver's door when i began to squat and look at the victim.

A lady, young, about 5'2" wearing what looked to be a mixture of a dressy blouse and a school skirt. I scanned looked to where the car came from. Straight skids came from afar. I touched her neck, she was warm. Probably dead for not more than 2 hours. I looked for an Id. A bludge in her skirt pocket did the trick.

The Deputy was back. "Detective! You are not allowed to disturb crime scene evidence, besides what's so special about this one? Girl depressed at work or life, decides to end life in the back of a yellow trailer,"

"Well unless she likes to get some before her debut suicide act, I'd say we've got more than just a suicide here,"
. . . TBC...

DMT opens the pandora's box to a new case....

MT hit the snooze on his phone. Time to wake up for another day at work. He planted his feet on the wooden floor and cupped his face with his hands. Most of the night he tossed and turned trying to get some sleep but couldn't. What was in his mind that kept him awake.

The box. It seemed irrelevant, but it must be it. He opened the box and peered in it. "What in the hell?"

(part of the story...don't report me....:P)

"Is this some kind of joke?" A name card was on the bottom of the box. Blade's Slivery. "How is this going to help with the investigation?" Mac placed the box aside and turned up the police radio.

There seemed to be a disturbance in the police community. The words "pub", "cars", "suicide" caught his attention. He grabbed his trench and walked out the door...

DMT peers around the corner.....sirens bellowing in the dark..

"Detective MacTanace at your service," He laid down his name card. "I will find out who did this to Mr.Blades, it is my solemn duty,"
***

I walked out of the hospital. The night was wet and gloomy. I reached for my pocket and took out my PDA. The patterns of attacks were similar. Seduction, binding, stake through the heart. Some religious fanatic is killing people with a hatred for vampires. Similar to the TaxiHunter disappearance. But I could not make any assumptions yet, not until I get the facts right.

"Detective!" He called from behind. I turned around. Juzzy, Trius' twin brother brisked walked to me. "Detective, I'm glad I caught up with you,"

"What do you want?" I said. I didn't need more rumblings of a concerned relative. Nevertheless, I stood silently listening just incase and clues followed suit.

"Thank you for taking the case MT, I would like to give you a token of appreciation," He handed me a parcel. "Its something he held in his hand when he was attacked," I took it from him and walked off into the scene. I thought it would be cool to do so.

Back home. I left the parcel on my desk. Unopened. I stared at it for a good hour. Then went straight to bed. "My first case," I thought. "This is going to be a good one,"

***

Out in the city, in a bar, a man sat steadily in at the bartender's high chair. "Whats your poison tonight sir?"

"Give me a whiskey and table number 5," He put down a stack of 50s on the bartender's counter.

"Absolutely sir," The bartender began mixing his drink with a sly smile.