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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

I really dun feel safe walking on the streets of Singapore.
Perhaps, it could be due to the trauma i have.
Just a few days back,
an auntie was attacked by an indian man (Mr robber).
Mr robber snatched all her pocessions.
Loss of property is fine.
But...
Mr robber hit her all the way from level 1 up to lvl 3.
Auntie shouted and screamed.
As usual, curious singaporeans will crowd ard and care nothing abt it.
Mr robber escaped.
Poor Auntie landed lying in the hospital.
Like all shows u see in the movies..police always arive last when the show is ending.
Its exactly the same here.
But I'm really wondering why they sent 2 police cars of police to take records.
Well then, if they realli want more police to help, its really fine.
Just yesterday, when I was nearing home, I saw this sign that says:
Witness for accident, please call the woodlands ndp at blah blah blah...
case was written robbery..
date was alright too..
BUT!
The most important thing was wrong.
The wrong address!
Goodness! U sent 2 police cars of police here and u took the wrong address?!
U took so long to take the records but u still take the wrong address?
What is wrong with the world today?
The slogan reads: The reason why Singaporeans sleep peacefully. (with a pic of a police car)
Can I really feel safe under this kind of people?

Blogged @ 9:24 AM
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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

I do not think that I'll be able to forget this date.

July 2nd.

I will describe this date as one of the worst day of my life.
"This day, I went to school for an hour lecture. After clearing the lab, I decided to go back home. It was around 10:30, i took the usual bus, 168 to woodlands. When I first board the bus, the bus seemed like normal, never did I expect such a bad thing would happen. I sat at the second deck near the stairs, just as usual, I was watching the 'switch' of the tv mobile. When the show ended, the bus was almost near to Jalan Kayu, which is close to the woodlands. I got a little tired, and decided to take a rest. I woke up around 2 bustops before the bus reached woodlands. When the bus reached woodlands, many passengers started to alight, I was still tidying up my hair and trying to pin it up. I was the second last passenger to leave.

Just as I was about to stood up and alight from the second deck, a guy called me. (he was sitting at the other row of seats, diagonally behind me.)When I saw his face from the side of my eyes, I thought this little boy could have been lost, and have no idea the location. I was still thinking of him asking me for directions. All thanks to my naive character! The horrible and most disgusted moment came. He said, "hey ger, look." When I turned back, this young malay boy flashed his private part to me. I was very angry at that moment, and showed a face of "i dun care" and decided to walk to the stairs. The guy didnt gif up, probably coz i didnt show any reactions. He continue to keep asking me to look. At that time, I had already walked to the stairs of the second deck. At that juncture, I was not thinking of reporting, coz I had no losses. But this idiot just came and touched my shoulders and asked me if i wanted to have sex with him. GOODNESS!

I just wanted to break off from him and his pair of disgusting unwashed hands. He didnt want to let go. I was really annoyed then, i shouted molest loudly to the lower deck. Nobody came to my rescue...that guy started to touch my chest area..I couldnt break free. I used the "upper upper" from karate to hit him..but my one foot was already stepping at the second step of the stairs, which made me really unstable for kicking. All i could do was to stall the time and keep him from escaping. Finally, the bus driver came. He came to UNDERSTAND wad happen. Needless to say, the boy denied he did that..i keep saying molest..and keep asking the bus driver to catch him, but he did nothing. All he did was standing there like a statue..motionless! When I yold him to call police, he is like.."huh?" My gosh..wad u mean by huh? Am i speaking some alien language?!!!! Just like that..the boy pushed me aside and escaped from the bus.

I gave chase like a mad woman...all the way to the last berth of the interchange, which the back stairs were. But i didnt dare to gif further chase..as I was really worried abt my safety. The back stairs area was quite quiet with nobody inside..i was afraid that the guy might pushed me down the flight of stairs out of struggle. Just like that, I let the molester who took my advantage off the hook. Ah..just in case u are wondering..where is the most noble person who drove me to the scene of vacinity, Our most great bus driver?He just got off the bus. Can u imagine how retarded he is? I held that guy back myself, hit that guy myself, chased after him while calling the police myself?! Nevermind if he didnt help, i asked him if the CCTV is on, he said its not!

I was really angry...then i walked to the bus interchange information desks and asked if the CCTV at backstairs is on. Its not!!How lucky I am!One of the guy at the information desks asked me wad happen but i didnt say...he somehw realised i wasnt very well..so he followed me..and asked me. It was realli nice of him to have followed me..and even wanted to acc me to the causeway point to find the molester who might be still loitering ard. Well..it was quite some time before 2 policeman came. They came to me and asked questions..tell me to describe wad happened...and stuffs. The young policeman was rather cute..he took my ic..and looked at my date of birth. He shooked his head and said.."Haix..u just passed ur bdae only.."

After talking to them, and after describing hw the young boy looked like, and after they finished taking the pictures, they told me to follow them to the admiralty police station. It took such a long time, which i believe the molester could have gone home and took a shower and ready for a nap. The most ridiculous person would probably be the one i waited at the police station. Mr inspector came from jurong. Since he knows he drove from jurong, he should understand the feelings of a victim having to wait for such a long time for a record to be taken. I sat there like an idiot, which i felt more like a convict waiting to be sentenced. He came after 30 minutes. After he parked his car, he smoked..den he insert coins to the vending machine for a drink. Oh great, its time for record! >.< He's having his own sweet time, and me? My bitter time!

Throughout the record sessions, Mr inspector keep having phonecalls, which i believe the simplest respect to a person shd be to put the phone to silent mode or to put the phone off. I'm like speaking halfway...oh here it goes..his phone rings..!Nevermind, just bent it on my luck.

My mum called me and asked me wad happened.I guess she was quite worried. Initially, I felt teary but the police were ard..i didnt want to make a din out of it. Throughout the whole incident, I knew i had to keep calm no matter wad, and should not cry..and must be brave. I went home after that..with my heart still thumping really fast..i was still mindful of the incident. I went home, and explained the scenario to my mum..but i still didnt cry..didnt want to make my mum worried. I had lunch like normal, and took a nap..hoping evt will go off. However when i woke up, it was worse..evt just keep coming back..I messaged Felicia..and told her abt it..

Soon..she arrived at my place..we had a chat...Kaiwen came too. Don't know why...as i talk...everything just came out...tears simply gushed through my eyes.. .."

It was a horribe day. Such a tragedy. I pray for that disgusting molester to be caught soon. I hope nobody becomes like me. Just in case u are paranoid, here are the descriptions of that molester:
-Malay boy
-Young, around 15
-schoolboy cut with schoolboy look
-No dyed hair, back hair
-Wore a black shirt with some white prints, blue jeans
-around 1.6+ height
-skinny in built
-brown skin tone

I hope the time wasting inspector will catch him soon. I'm really thankful to Felicia, kaiwen, Ms rebecca lee and Ms joanna lee who stood by my side when i broke down. I still have scenes of that incident in my mind..i'm afraid too..but i guess the best remedy is the capture of that molester.

I know its just my luck. But i still hope god show some sympathy on me. Let the one who deserves it get the punishment.

Blogged @ 10:23 AM
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