Sunday, April 28, 2013
Listen, crime is down
Posted on 28 April 2013 - 08:28pm
Last updated on 28 April 2013 - 10:22pm
"On Wednesday, around 7.15pm, my wife brought my daughter out to get some books in Taipan (in Subang Jaya).
After she came out from shop, as she was walking towards her car, she was stopped by one guy. This guy place a knife on her neck, asking her 'jangan jerit' (don't scream). This guy then came in front of her and asking her to give him the handphone that my wife was holding. Because she was carrying my daughter in her arms, she didn't fight back nor run, she handed the phone to him immediately.
Few seconds later, this guy told my wife to hand over my daughter to him, my wife instantly hold my daughter as close as possible to her chest and bend away from the guy, With the knife in his hand, he slashed my wife on her arms trying to hurt her and snatch my daughter.Someone saw the assault and shouted from afar, that's when the guy fled the scene with only her handphone.
My wife suffered a few wounds around her arms and neck, eight stitches in total and thank God she's fine now and also my baby daughter.
My baby was unharmed.
"THE email containing this fearful encounter was forwarded to me, accompanied by close-up pictures of the stab wounds. It came three days after a jogger was stabbed to death in the Bukit Gasing area.
On Friday, Royal Malaysian Customs deputy director-general Datuk Shaharuddin Ibrahim was shot dead at a junction near the Putrajaya police station.
During any other period, such a brutal murder of a senior civil servant of his status would have made the front page of every newspaper, but understandably, the whole nation is gripped by the election fever.
Shaharuddin was shot about 8.40am at Lebuh Wawasan coming from Dengkil. He was rushed to hospital and wheeled into the intensive care unit but was pronounced dead.On the same day, a barber was shot dead in Taman Billion while an RTD runner was shot dead in Seremban.The shooting in the country's administrative capital increases the spotlight on crime – six days after armed men stabbed 52-year-old Irene Ong to death in Petaling Jaya in broad daylight.
The government and the police in particular have been battling perception that crime is on the increase. They debunked critics by claiming that from 2009 to 2012 the national crime rate dropped by 27% while street crime fell by 39.7%. Police also said the national crime rate fell 6% in the first quarter of 2013 against the same period last year.
Despite such assertions, we continue to hear of patrons of well-known restaurants being robbed. The incidence of snatch thefts have also been talked about but then, when officialdom decrees that crime is down, we meekly accept it and carry on as if it is as reassuring as it is supposed to be.Personal tales of abduction, assault and robbery have gone viral. On Facebook, Malaysians have recorded their ordeals as victims of crime. Discussions in the blogosphere present totally different scenarios.
Shopping malls and residents' groups have launched patrols, sales of security equipment are surging, newspapers offer tips on how to avoid becoming a victim and social media are abuzz with anguish over the situation.
The Performance Management Delivery Unit (Pemandu) in its website identifies the initiatives taken and the results that have been achieved in bringing down crime. And again when the bureaucrats speak, the lesser mortals have to listen. If that is the case, why can't we go for our walks and jogs without being maimed or murdered? Why are communities spending large sums of money on boom gates and private security guards?
With all the numbers skewed and crunched from the various police districts, the final verdict has been dictated and stuffed down our throats – crime is down. Really? Perhaps Benjamin Disraeli provided the answer when he famously said: "There are three types of lies – lies, damn lies, and statistics."
R. Nadeswaran is editor (special and investigative reporting) at theSun and can be reached at: email@example.com
Friday, April 26, 2013
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Thursday, April 25, 2013
Received this email from someone a few days ago. Is this true? No one attending the free dinner?
Who is the gentlemen at the microphone?
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
I remember. I remember everything.A few months ago in English class, my teacher asked us to write about the person who we admire. I wrote about my mum. A month ago for my English March Test paper, the topic I wrote about was "My Hero". I wrote about my mum. During my test, i had a writers block so I simply wrote out everything i knew about my mum: her childhood, achievements, etc. My mum is my hero. She always has been, she always will be.20th April 2013.Mama left early in the morning for some event her Kiwanis Club's K-Kids had planned. She came back home with lunch for me and milo ais. I remember grumbling to her because I didn't want to follow my parents jungle trekking. I did anyway. We had to set up a trail for my father's running group so mama was carrying a bag with just plain paper in it. I remember grumbling to my mum as we went up and down the hills of Gasing. She told me we'd be out soon. After 2 hours of trekking in the jungle, we finally hit the road. It was the road in Gasing leading up to the temple. We decided to walk back down to the car.As we walked down the steep road, there was nobody there. No people, no cars. Just the two of us. As we nearly reached the first house, we heard a motorbike sound from behind. We turned around and saw two men on a motorbike. Mama said walk further in the pavement so we did. As the motorbike drove past us, they stopped. The man from behind jumped off. My mum pushed me to the back and told me to go. The man attacked my mum straight away, without saying any words. The knife he used was just a normal kitchen knife, the blade was about 10cm long. As my mum tried to protect herself, she turned to her left, only to be stabbed twice on the back of her right shoulder. She was struggling to escape. The attacker then proceeded to stab the back of her left shoulder. Mama tried so hard to escape. She fell on the ground and the attacker pulled her on the road and stabbed her thigh. I tried to help but the attacker thrusted the knife my way so i ran back further. I couldn't do anything but scream at the top of my lungs. I screamed and screamed. The attacker hopped on the bike and rode off.I remember.
I remember watching my mums body lying on the road, all the blood oozing out. The attacker did not manage to get any of my mums belongings. She told me to call my dad. I ran down the hill looking for help. The first house i went to, the maid (who saw everything that happened) ran in and did not even try to help me. I ran further down and saw a car. They saw me and stopped. And I told them what happened. The driver, Mr Lai told me to get in and we drive up to my mum. Mr Lai called the ambulance and the police while i tried to keep my mum conscious. There was blood everywhere. My mum just kept saying "save me". Her voice was so week. My dad reached the site 10 minutes later, after running all the way. Mama kept telling us that she couldn't breathe. I prayed and prayed. She was slowly losing herself. We tried our best to keep her awake and conscious. The police arrived. We put her in the police car since the ambulance hadn't arrived. As we reached down the road, the ambulance was there so they transferred mum into the ambulance.I remember.
I remember sitting in the ambulance, holding my mums hand and trying to talk to her but she didn't respond. I remember crying. The paramedics were doing all they could do at that point. I remember calling Eu Lim, who was at church to pray for my mum. We reached the hospital in 3 minutes. They rushed my mum to the emergency was. I wasn't allowed to enter and i was so so scared. My dad had followed Mr Lai's car and they hadn't reached yet. I had to settle my mums registration and then i had to talk to the police. My dad arrived. Then my friends arrived. I sat at the doorway of the hospital, praying and praying. 10 minutes later, my dad came out and told me my mum didn't make it. I dropped in the middle of the hospital floor, screaming. Everyone was looking at me, but i didn't care. A bunch of doctors came out to get me, they took me to a special room. They questioned me and they told me about how my mum was already gone when we were in the ambulance. They tried their best to revive her.I remember.
I remember coming home. My friends just sat in silence. I just sat in silence. I was covered in blood, mama's blood. I had to get myself together. I had to bathe. We broke the news to my sister through Face Time and that was really hard to do. Slowly, people started coming. It was hard seeing my aunts and uncles cry, my parent's close friends, my close friends & to know i had to keep it all together. It was really hard, telling my story to everyone. It's really hard to even close my eyes for awhile because i see it replaying in my head over and over again. Watching my mum lying in her pool of blood and not being able to do anything. Not being able to save her.People come, then people leave. All i hear are "I'm so sorry for your loss" or "my condolences". All i hear are people questioning me about what happened, since i was the sole witness. But i am so tired of telling this story over and over again. I am so tired of hearing other people tell this story. This is my story. This is the truth. Newspapers and reporters may twist it around and exaggerate to the whole world, but this story will remain the truth forever.I am truly grateful and appreciative to everyone who came, whether it was for a short period, or a long time. Thank you to those who've brought a little bit more of hope and joy to me, even though you guys didn't try. Thank you to those who've brought food and drinks, and flowers. Thank you to everyone who called, texted, whatsapped, facebook-ed and tweeted me. I dont know how i became a trending topic overnight (#prayforhuiwei). I was mad at first, but then i realised how much my family had all of your love and support. Whether i know you or not, whether you knew my mum or not, all your kind words really helped. My mother was such an amazing and beautiful person.I remember.
My mum's last words to me were "I love you so much" dying there, on the road. I watched it all. I watched it all slip out of my hands. Now my life feels so empty. I keep thinking to myself that this is all a dream. Maybe I'd wake up and be able to avoid this from happening. Maybe if someone pinched me I'd wake up from this nightmare. But this is reality, and I have to face the facts. I have to face the fact that I'm alone now. I have to face the sounds of crying and wailing from the other room. I have to face the facts that I'm going to grow up motherless, clueless and confused. It won't be easy, but I will get through this.Ma,
I love you so much. And I am so sorry I had to watch you die. I am so sorry I couldn't save you. But you're with God now. Ma you're such a great person. Beautiful inside and out. And I thank you for teaching me your ways. Thank you for always teaching (scolding) me to be a better person. Even tho we've had our moments, and times we didn't see eye to eye, you'll always be my best friend. Who's going to pick me up from school now. Who am I going to say "HEY MA" to and tell them about my day. Who's going to cuddle up with me on the couch and be lazy for awhile.Ma,
Remember how you used to come into my room while I was studying, and hug me then tickle me. Remember how you used to sing me to sleep when I was young. Or how you used sing when you're happy. You had a beautiful voice. Remember how we sat on the couch, looking for coloured beads to do arts & crafts. Remember every single day we spent together.Ma,
I just saw your body, lying in the coffin. You look so beautiful, peaceful, just like you're sleeping. And I have the biggest urge to scream "wake up". Thank you,Ma. For giving me life, for giving me love. You taught me everything good in my life. You were always selfless, God-fearing. You were my strong pillar of hope and love. And even though you're no longer here with us, you're with God. And you're happy, just like how you appeared in Lissa's dream. And I do hope justice will be served. They're working on finding the criminals, ma. They will be caught.We all miss you ma, we miss you so much. Goh Ee and Sar Ee has already appointed themselves as my 'mama' and I see you so much of you in them. And it's not going to be the same anymore. Nothing will be the same anymore. You're not going to watch me graduate, you're not going to watch me get married. You're not going to be there to take care of my children. But I know you are with us in spirit, and you're always watching over us. Please give me the strength and courage to move forward with my life. Please give me the motivation to be better. To be more like you. To spread the love and joy. Papa, Tache and I will always be grateful for you are the biggest blessing God has given. And maybe you've done too much good so The Lord called you home. And you are safe now, safe with God. He will watch over you (and us) and protect you. You are safe from all the evil now.I will make you proud, mama. I will make everyone proud. I love you so much. I'll love you every single day of my life, and I'll never forget whatever you've done for me. Thank you so much. Rest In Peace, mama, I love you.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Mother Dies Saving Daughter From Robbers At Bukit Gasing
They told me to sit down and then broke the news. They said mama had been mugged and attacked by thieves. I was shocked and stunned when they told me she did not make it. I told my dad and sister to give me time to absorb the news. I then made arrangements to return.My mother was always active in charity and social work, even in our primary and secondary schools. Whether it was the Parent-Teacher Association or the Petaling Jaya Evangelical Free Church, my mother gave her time freely.She was not only my mother, but my best friend as well. I could talk to her about anything and she always listened and gave me advice.
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Monday, April 15, 2013
MalaysianDigest | 11 April 2013 18:00
THE thunderstorm that hit Kuala Lumpur city center yesterday had caused many motorists to get stuck in massive traffic due to several key roads being flooded.
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Sunday, April 14, 2013
Why we need change? We're tired, very tired!
April 14, 2013by: fmt
FMT LETTER: From A forward looking Malaysian, via e-mail
We put in a 10-hour day and 55-hour week to make a reasonable living in a country which was once free of racial hatred and where individuals respected their different religious beliefs. Where children moved around freely, played together, and occasionally shared meals at each other households.
Given the state of the current economy and the rapidly rising national debt, retirement is now a bad dream.
We're tired of being treated like Pavlov's dogs with the ring of the GE bell. We are expected to obediently salivate when the goodies, free concerts, food are handed out. In between GEs, like the "untouchables", we are treated with disdain and contempt.
We're tired of being reminded "to vote BN" to get more cash hand-outs but it is our cash that they are handing out.
We're tired of the games they played; hardball at the state level and softball at the federal level. The so-called "non-partisan" NGOs pour scorn on projects initiated by the opposition state government (constantly being sabotaged by the federal government) to address the chaotic local traffic congestions and label the initiatives as opportunistic, while they are oblivious to the scandals and pillages at the federal level.
We're tired of being told that out of tolerance we must submit to the threat of bible-burning of Perkasa, the abuse of the former PM and an orgy of greed and self-indulgence of the Umno-BN.
We're tired that someone, like the former Transparency International president, whom the rakyat have the utmost respect, can become a turncoat overnight implicating a legitimate organisation fighting for clean and fair elections for being "an instrument of money laundering" and accusing it for attempting to create "chaos" on polling day.
We're tired of being told to behave or your citizenships will be revoked while citizenships are given to illegal immigrants in exchange for votes
We're tired of being told the PM must be given another term when he was slumbering in his first term and oblivious to the scandals and enriching his cronies.
Yes, we're damn tired. But we're also very glad because we have the choice now to make the difference. To prove to them that we are indeed the master, and not Pavlov's dogs, that they want us to be.
That the mega concert at Han Chiang School and the 5,500-table mega dinner in Klang will be met with cynicism. We will tell them enough is enough that the "rape and pillage" will have to stop and their actions will be brought into account.
We're glad we're not going to have to listen to their lies any longer. We're glad we can stop looking at the mess they've created. We're glad we can now save our country!
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
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Monday, April 1, 2013
I LOVE KL: Crime In The City
Crime reported, crime imagines. This week we venture into the dark with crime writer Brian Gomez, and explore how crimes are reported through social media networks.