Darda Gregurev rorts the Housing Trust of SA by making her Nina Gregurev work as labroratory assistant in Victoria in pay and not paying empty house the full market rent (while many homeless do not have home).

I am from the enlightenment school and do not believe in religions, which are attarctive to psychotics as an instant insurance in this earth.




ALL ABOUT DADAISM, AND DERIDA’S POSTMODERN DECONSTRUCTION BY DOUBLE READING.





It sounds like the non-existent Dodo bird from the Seychelles Islands. I now try to refer to a lunatic blog of Darda Gregurev formerly of the Netherlands’ underwater islands. Her blog in the first read appears a massive protection from a loving and doting mother of Nina Gregurev (who suffers from chronic schizoaffective disorder, which is a psychosis and somewhere between schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. Darda has already done the Dadaism aka postmodern deconstruction about her family history by making a cameo appearance in http://www.chovil.com website. This website belongs to Chovil a man who suffers from schizophrenia.



Now, Nina has been known to Adelaide from Hindley Street, Hyatt Hotel, Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology’s Fashion School (RMIT), various Hyatt Hotel’s gyms and also that of Hilton, various Christian occult churches, Catholic schools and churches, State Libraries, various south Australian universities and so forth. Her presence was notable in the 1990s in Hindley Street, where her father had a travel agency next to the Crazy Horse sex venue. No wonder Nina was well observed as a tall blonde-haired woman with any brains, which walked around and around the city full of delusions and depressions. She was out of control when in maniac phase and being chased by rich old dirty men, and out of sight when depression and that she went to police complaining being stalked and followed by dirty blacks (just like me).



Was I dirty? Not at all as I gave her shelter when I realized that she was out of this planet and was in problem at Kensington TAFE (now does not operate). I looked after her by giving her companionship and trying to guide her in her psychotic wanderings. She proposed to marry me and I refused. I was not there to take advantage of her situation in 1989 (she was only 19). I had learnt from my former lover Susan Cocks, whom I had met in Darwin in 1985. She was tall blonde-haired person, leggy with two powerful boobs. However, I found her beauty and brains had underlying suffering and that was schizophrenia. She was always in full flight from her loved ones and did not know where she was all the time in her psychosis. I made sense that I fell in love with her in her psychosis in Darwin. When she was not psychotic she was a narcissistic person and hard to be around, and she was violent. She tried to stab me numerous times with kitchen knives. After a while, I found her not attractive, as she was more of a living dead than alive. I had to send money to rescue her from interstate and being with bizarre people and it just caused me too much embarrassment. I asked myself the question if it was fun having sex with a living dead and person out of this planet. I reached the conclusion it was not and I sought to look life away from such mad person based on compassion to her and myself. I am grateful she taught me a lot about schizophrenia.



I never expected that Nina would be like that. She turned out to be not as bad as Susan was as her illness is not as bad as schizophrenia. Nevertheless, I noted in 1990 that she had returned from Melbourne (RMIT), and had been asked to not return there. She was found wondering Melbourne shoeless just like Susan did. She was found in psychotic state by the campus police, and was seen with drug dealers and experimenting with cocaine. Soon after she returned to Adelaide, her mother Darda informed me that police under SA Mental Health Act had detained Nina. Apparently, Nina psychotically was alleging her mother to be a witch and was trying to stab her with a knife. From here on one can see Nina Gregurev is not only suicidal but also homicidal. She is just as dangerous like Susan if not worse. Nina was detained for lithium injections at Modbury Hospital’s mental hospital section for two months. I visited her every day and she abused me almost daily. She kept on begging with me to come and visit her and I did and realized that it was only for her cigarettes. I now realize that Susan also used to smoke like a chimney. I see the correlation between people with mental problems and cigarette smoking and drinking endless cups of coffee. This is what Susan and Nina longed companionship with me. Then again, I realized that they begged with countless others older men and who were vulnerable and found excited to be asked by tall blonde-haired people who were raving mad.



Susan traveled around Australia in truck, ships and cars just by asking men when in maniac phase. Nina was not as bad and her modus operandi was to be seen around the gyms and five star hotel’s lobbies, so that old rich men could pick her up. She wanted to move in with me and I had to show her that I had no money and that I was just not ready and she found out just that.



In any event, I did help her mother to find a rental subsidized SA Housing Trust flat in Magill. She lives next door to a Vietnamese mad girl, who was brought in Australia by her Dutch foster parents. She was rejected as she was found to be mad. That reminds me also living with a Vietnamese fatman in Park Terrace, Gilberton. His foster parents were very rich and have grand house in St. Peters and both are barristers. They send him to St. Peters School (exclusive and expensive). Here the fatman was found to be an enterprising drug dealer, who was making two to three thousand dollars a week selling Meta amphetamines and cocaine and hashish. On top of that, he used to get pocket money from his foster parents about 500 dollars a week. When the fatman was caught by police his foster parents rejected him and found him a flat next door to me using their’s source in the SA Housing Trust and by paying Professor Robert Goldney to write a favourable report.



Fatman’s drug dependent clients almost stabbed me to death from channel 7 and the whole area. The fatman was running five factories around the Housing Trust units. He was also running a brothel. The Housing Trust manageress called Sue Daw was in his pocket. I had to plant SA Police Drug Squad to get him to be busted. That is why I became mad arising from dealing with such paranoid environment generated stress. I saw Nina also dealing with them through David and saw her cousin come and go. This fatman Votin was friend to the pedophile magistrate now in jail and his homosexual grandson. Then I realized the SA Housing Trust trying to evict me for bringing police in the complex. Leslie Hastwell, presiding member of SA Guardianship Board and Federal Administrative Appeal Tribunal’s member, harassed me. She was asking the SA Police that I was trying to rape her lesbian sister Janet Hastwell in the tenancy of SA Housing Trust and former neighbour of mine. She was going to be my guardian and what not else. On top of that, I realized Darda Gregurev contacting my former Army psychiatrist a Dutchman Lothar Hoff (now a member of Guardianship Board) sending bizarre letters to support Leslie Hastwell. On top of this, I find the University of South Australia using Federal Court judge Mansfield’s daughter Annabel Mansfield to use her dad to destroy me. All this connection I see the ties with Andrew Short (who was Mike Hudson’s lawyer from Minter Ellison). Hudson was once president of Nepal Australia Friendship Association. I have own several legal actions against Minter Ellison based clients after learning by doing the LAW. I debated them and destroyed them in Peter Giancaspro v SHRM Australia case in SA Supreme Court.



I do not like Dutch people, as they are control freaks. My marriage to Maya’s mother ended because of Aneka (a Dutch girl). I have zero tolerance for Dutch attitudes that matters my love of Indonesia and its culture. I was taught the oppression of the Batavia (Java) by late Doctor Rendra Wasito (who became my Godfather). He in 1970 in Nepal was head of World Health Organization’s Malaria Eradication Program in Nepal. He came from the high Javanese Sultan family of Solokarta. Because of him and his wife’s love to me in Flinders University, I went to learn Bahasa Indonesia (secular language). He used to give me Javanese kretta (clove Cigarettes and duty free Cuban Cigars, rolled by women in theirs’ thigh, and smoked by Fidel Castro and Che Guevara and Pa Sukarno and Marshall Tito of Yugloslavia). His wife used to bake walnut cakes and me my favourite banana. I am going to live in Java and I am searching his daughter Chandrima, who is a well-known doctor for my final settlement there probably. I just love the 13000 islands of Indonesia from Bali to Roti Island. The Indonesians have given me a pet name as Tuyul or the housewives pocket ghost. I am grateful that they do not call me a Bhuto Ijo or the Green Devil Ghost!



I now turn to Darda’s allegation that I used her JP husband’s signature to become Deepak Bista and Romei Subramaium. Actually, her husband gave a letter to Gopi Roka and he wanted to be a supervisor to him, when Gopi Roka was convicted of embezzling over A$250000 from the travel agents’ compensation fund. Her husband had asked the Commercial Tribunal not to deregister Gopi for ten years as a travel agent. This was rejected and it has nothing to do with me. I saved Gopi from going to prison from 3 years in 28 counts of fraud. I did this by negotiating with my personal friend Judge Kitchen. Actually, Gopi and her husband did a fraud on me by not giving my share of commission. I had taken Gopi to her husband on commission basis from my clients.



I am not a crook like Gopi as these days he has realized his dreams by inheritance from an old woman, who was his client as a travel agent. She died and he has pocketed her wealth by being her guardian in dementia. He keeps her Henley Beach House, her Mercedes Benz, few houses, investments and so on. Gopi is a millionaire now. She was brought to Australia by a homosexual doctor Graham Norton now practicing in Modbury Hospital. Gopi tried to marry Indira Bun while on the run from Immigration in 1982. Now he is happily married at age 57 to a 24 year old Nepalese girl. He has been a daddy to one son and recently to a daughter. I have never been like this. Deepak also plays money of Sundanti Sita etc. If I wanted to be just like them, I can marry Audrey, who has inherited from her developer dad, who is well known in Sterling. She stinks because of her kinky (ness) and sex obsessions like being a bisexual. These are facts. I have not claimed to be anyone then just me. My values do not reflect the bizarre lifestyles of people whom I have come to know. Deepak Bista has not run Nepal Australia Friendship Association based on my vision, mission, strategies etc….



I will add more as things crop up.