- Mazidul hunts ghosts now...
- Youth Jam 2011 At Penang Times Square
- Aku Tidak Paham..
- Pasai macam ni la yang aku nak sangat Mat Sabu jadi Timbalan Presiden
- Home Minister Hishamuddin Hussein Onn's Brother, Haris, Still Owns 180,000 Shares in Liberal Technology
- Mangsa Simbahan Asid Hilang Penglihatan
- Email Ahli Parlimen Batu Digunakan Untuk Yakinkan Orang Tentang Video Seks
- ‘Khir paid me RM500,000 in cash each time’
- My Father's Glasses
- Israel cannot be expected to negotiate with Hamas. Or Fatah - Peace Process, RIP
- Sungguh Kejam Jika Benar Ditembak Semasa Melutut
- Hannah & hubby: Officer listed 'Chinese'. Rama & Yeoh: Truly Malaysians!
- amacam ok tak
- frustrated with this ex-staff. seriously.
- Gandingan Hadi-Mat Sabu Ibarat Kabinet Perang - Azizan
- Roads in Kuala Lumpur suffer from bad resurfacing jobs
- Waspada: Semak Label Alat Permainan Untuk Anak - Fomca
- A Most Unusual Digital Tale
- Clay sculpture park in China
- [Bergambar] Rebut Wanita, Pekerja Bangla Dan Vietnam Bergaduh Di Nilai
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 10:45 AM PDT
No wonder I dont see him hosting the popular '999' segment anymore. TV3 'bold and bald' personality Mazidul Akmal Sidik is out of 999, the program that shot him to fame.
He is now (if I am not mistaken) on ghost-hunting job.
I know its the prerogative rights of his employer to mobilise him. He is a versatile journalist anyway. But the 'reasons' for his reclassification of duty - from info I gathered - were quite unbecoming.
Some quarters believe he was framed by the 'higher authority' in the police force over a recent 'money-distorting' allegation. However, I dont believe Mazidul will shit where he eats.
Mazidul was a 'brand' for 999 to the extent that wherever he goes and sits for a cup of coffee, those involved in illegal activities would shiver. Pirated CD dealers, for instance, will leave immediately upon spotting him nearby. Computer-gaming outlets will have to close for a while until he leaves as they suspected him of bringing the police.
That's how influential Mazidul is. Even after he is out of 999, his public appearance spells trouble for those who break the law.
However, rumors that some police personnel have found it difficult to 'earn the extras' with Mazidul around, are quite serious although 'sidekicks' are becoming too common nowadays. I have some senior friends in Bukit Aman and the Home Ministry who confirmed that the law sometimes keep its distance from pimps, ah longs and gaming dens for some protections given by the authority.
Not only the police, some personnel of the enforcement units from the local councils, religious departments and related authorities too are on the take. However, the MACC finds it always difficult to investigate such cases due to lack of evidence and public's cooperation.
As an example, how many and for how long have the gaming outlets in Wisma Central in Ampang come under 'certain protection' as no action was ever taken against them. Or the authority just doesnt know about it.
And look around us in Ampang, Cheras, Kajang, Puchong and elsewhere in the Klang Valley - the number of gaming outlet is mushrooming. Of course, there had been some actions when the authority stormed some of it, took away the computers (the old ones) and imposed fines on the owners but a day later - in some cases a few hours later - they are back in business.
Despite the authorities encourage the public to cooperate, they also found troublemakers like Mazidul causing them a lot of damage and 'losses'. So, people like him should be axed!
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 10:37 AM PDT
Last weekend's Youth Jam 2011 (Powered by SONY Malaysia), organized by Penang Youths was a blast because it had so many awesome activities and great prizes for the youth. It was an event for the youth, organized by the youth leaders of Penang which they called it the Penang Youth and I saw it's a pretty good approach on getting young people together and have a little carnival-liked thingy for them to enjoy.
My friend was part of the organizing team and as a support, I went to check out what's around there on day 1 and day 2. I feel the idea and the concept of the event is pretty good, somehow that I feel the crowds were not strong enough, and if there's fun fair around then it's perfect.
Graffiti Competition, congrats to Jin Xin who got champion.
Though, the activities was pretty interesting, like treasure hunt, photography competition, blogger awards, graffiti competition, dance and cheerleading workshop, food competition, cosplay showcase and the best part was the talent search. I think the talent search event was awesome because it attracted so many talented people to come and join the audition at first.
Well, another great thing to talk about was the prizes! The prizes for all the competition were really awesome as there were big cash prizes, lots of DSLR and Sony Cybershots cameras, hampers, and even get signed by a local producing company for the talent search champion.
I myself submitted my blog for the youth blog awards and I won the Best Content Award and Best Food Blog Award. This shows that Penang has not many blogger, yet. Haha.
After visiting the event for 2 days, I felt the best parts were receiving my award and see the talent search competition final as my high school friend, Ang Min Sheng got the Golden Ticket (Highest Like Vote on Facebook) who went straight to the final with his partner, Jerry. Their group name is Hardwater, which actually a translation from Penang Hokkien – Ngeh Zhui, which means being insisting. Haha.
I went to show my support and went to check out others too. All the finalists were really powerful and now I realized that in a talent search competition, singing just one song or showing of a kind of performance is not enough. Now is about mash-up and multi-talent. Almost every finalist created their own mash-up and sang various songs in their performance. Cool.
The talent search was like a concert because the contestant knows their stage act well, like how to cheer the crowds. Really cool. If there's more people at there, then it will be real cool, just too bad there's not much people checking the competition that day.
Well, did meet some friends at there too besides just checking out the talent search competition.
One last cool thing was there's a Michael Jackson imposter who was real young and really super "Michael Jackson" and powerful. Like all his dance move, he was so MJ!
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 08:22 AM PDT
Bila aku memandang
Aku pelik kenapa ada yang senang lenang
Tak payah belajar tinggi tinggi
Maaf, sembahyang bang pun jarang sekali.
Berkali kali, beribu ekar kawasan balak di perolehi
Membeli undi untuk memenangi jawatan dalam parti
Anak bini bukan main kenyang lagi
Di kampung macam2 kereta mahal mampu dibeli.
Salam wahai pemimpin yang disanjungi
Hanya nak tanya bukanlah iri hati
Kenapa permohanan dia yang besar senang dilayani
Permohonan saya yang kerdil tidak dipeduli?
Aduhai insan yang menanya
Janganlah kita pelik sangat benda begini
Dah takdir memang rezekinya
Kita reda sahaja, dan berdoa kepada Illahi.
Marilah kita istighafar dan mensyukuri
Nikmat yang Allah banyak kurniakan
Yang penting kita mengejar kebahagiaan
Bersama mereka yang dikasihi.
Jom sembahyang Isyak
Jangan tunda2 lagi
Ayuh kita masak
Sedap malam2 makan maggi bubuh cili.
Doakan kesejahteraan anak kita
Semoga mereka mengecapi masadepan berjaya
Teruskan usaha kita selagi daya sebagai ibubapa
Tolonglah mereka, walaupun kena menebal muka.
Sajak suntikan semangat berani dalam hidup.
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 08:49 AM PDT
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 09:18 AM PDT
Read here for more in The Age (Australia) by Richard Baker and Nick McKenzieandHERE
Home Minister Hishamuddin Says He is Ignorant of Link to his Brother, Haris Hussein Onn in the Scandal
Malaysian company, Liberal Technology, accused of being hired by Australian company Securency for political leverage said yesterday that Haris Hussein Onn, the cousin of the prime minister Najib Razak, and its purported link to Malaysias top leadership, sold his shares in 2006.
Liberal Technology Sdn Bhd said in a response to the June 6 The Age article, that Haris ceased to be a shareholder of the company when he sold his stake of 180,000 shares on September 4 2006 to a Shazal Yusuf.
It also said that in its last annual return on June 30 last year, it had listed Hafidzuddin Che Din and Mohamed Hanif Che Din as the sole shareholders of the company with 500,000 shares each.
Meanwhile, Home Affairs Minister,Hishamuddin Hussein ! Onn says he had NO idea a company associated with his brother (Haris Hussein Onn) was hired as an agent by troubled Reserve Bank of Australia firm Securency.
The brothers (Hishamuddin and Haris) are COUSINS of Malaysia's Prime Minister Najib Razak. Their late father Hussein Onn was Malaysia's prime minister between 1976 and 1981.
Malaysian' POLITICAL ROYAL FAMILY
(INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS DEALINGS WITH HIGH LEVEL POLITICS)
(High Flying Businessman)
(LEFT) The Brother, Hishamuddin Hussein Onn, (Home Minister)
(RIGHT) The Cousin, Najib Razak, the Prime Minister
Malaysia's Home Minister Hishamuddin Hussein- who is negotiating the asylum seeker swap deal with the Gillard government - also told Malaysia's Sun Daily newspaper this week that he did not think an Australian company would engage a company linked to politically-connected figures in the hope of furthering its business interests in Malaysia.
n the June 6 article Securency money trail nudges Malaysias political royalty, The Age claimed that Securency had hired Haris Onn Hussein in 2009 with the hope that he would offer it access and influence over Malaysias top politicians a! nd also said that in 2006, the Malaysian finance ministry told cigarette and alcohol manufacturers that they would need to buy security labels provided by Liberal Technology to legally sell their products.
The Age claimed that Securency, a leading supplier of plastic dollar bills, had hired Datuk Haris Onn Hussein, who is Home Affairs Minister Datuk Seri Hishammuddin Husseins brother and the cousin of Datuk Seri Najib Razak, in an effort to win banknote contracts.
The report noted however that Securency has not won any banknote contracts in Malaysia since its last major one in 2004 and added that it is not suggesting that Najib or Hishamuddin are involved with Sucerencys deals.
The Age said that Securency, which is 50 per cent owned by the Reserve Bank of Australia, has been under investigation by the Australian Federal Police and the British Serious Fraud Office for allegedly bribing public officials in Vietnam, Indonesia, Malaysia and Nigeria to win banknote supply contracts.
Securencys managing director, Myles Curtis, and chief financial officer, John Ellery, were forced out of the company in March last year while its deputy chairman, English businessman Bill Lowther, resigned in October following his arrest by the Serious Fraud Office.The Age report comes at a sensitive time as Malaysia and Australia are about to seal a deal on a refugee swap and the Melbourne paper said that Australias international relations could be harmed if foreign officials allegedly linked to Sucerencys bribes are named.
The Najib administration has also been pushing the message of reform and transparency in an effort to improve Malaysias business climate and boost the countrys competitiveness.Securency is being investigated by the Australian Federal Police and Britain's Serious Fraud Office for allegedly bribing public officials in Vietnam, Malaysia, Nigeria and Indonesia in return for winning polymer banknote supply contracts.
Lib eral Technology's official corporate records obtained yesterday from the Companies Commission of Malaysia listHaris Onn Hussein as the holder of 180,000 shares.
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 09:46 AM PDT
Seremban – Seorang ibu muda terpaksa menerima hakikat bahawa dia mengalami kecacatan kekal akibat menjadi mangsa simbahan asid oleh lelaki tidak dikenali, Mac lalu.
Zuhaina Tengkis, 27, ibu kepada dua orang anak yang tinggal di Kampung Orang Asli Belihoi, Mantin, di sini terpaksa menanggung keperitan sepanjang hayatnya apabila seluruh wajah dan sebahagian dadanya melecur.
Lebih memilukan, Zuhaina hilang penglihatan apabila kedua-dua matanya buta akibat kejadian itu.
Menceritakan detik kejadian, Zuhaina berkata, kejadian berlaku pertengahan bulan Mac lalu, bagaimanapun dia tidak ingat tarikh kejadian.
"Pada malam kejadian, saya bersama adik saudara keluar rumah menaiki motosikal untuk bertemu dengan seorang rakan di sebuah kedai makan di pekan Mantin.
"Kira-kira 9.30 malam, saya bersama adik saudara menunggang motosikal bergerak pulang ke rumah selepas bertemu kawan," katanya.
Menurutnya, sebaik tiba di satu kawasan berhampiran Lapang Sasar Mantin di sini, kelihatan sebuah motosikal dinaiki dua lelaki berusia lingkungan 20-an ingin memotong motosikal mereka.
"Semasa motosikal itu menghampiri motosikal kami, terdengar seorang suspek menyebut 'hai'. Saya segera menoleh ke arah mereka sebelum seorang daripada mereka menyimbah air tepat kepada wajah saya," katanya kepada pemberita di rumahnya di Kampung Orang Asli Belihoi, Mantin, di sini, semalam.
Zuhaina berkata, simbahan air yang dipercayai asid itu turut terkena pada bahagian belakang badan adik saudaranya itu.
"Dalam keadaan kesakitan, kami terus pulang rumah dan suami segera membasuh wajah saya sebelum dihantar ke Hospital Tuanku Ja'afar, di sini.
"Saya mendapat rawatan di Unit Rawatan Rapi (ICU) Hospital Kuala Lumpur (HKL) selama dua bulan dan dibenarkan pulang ke rumah, 27 Mei lalu," katanya.
Menurutnya, doktor memberitahu kedua-dua matanya tidak dapat diselamatkan kerana kecederaan teruk akibat simbahan asid.
"Sehingga kini, saya tidak dapat tidur kerana kelopak mata saya tidak boleh tutup. Sakit di muka dan dada masih terasa sehingga kini," katanya.
Menurutnya, nasib menimpanya juga menyebabkan perasaannya adakala terganggu sehingga menitiskan air mata, lebih-lebih lagi tidak dapat melihat anak-anaknya membesar.
"Saya tidak berdendam dengan orang, saya tidak pernah dengki dengan orang tetapi kenapa orang buat saya begini," katanya.
Sementara itu, suami, Nor Azman Jani, 30, berkata, sehingga kini dua lelaki tidak bertanggungjawab itu gagal dikesan pihak berkuasa.
"Polis turut memaklumkan kes tersebut kemungkinan berkaitan dengan kes simbahan asid di Kuala Lumpur," katanya.
Nor Azman yang bekerja sebagai penoreh getah bagaimanapun bersyukur isterinya masih selamat.
"Meskipun keadaan isteri saya seperti ini, saya tetap menyayangi dia.
"Cuma saya sentiasa berharap masih ada peluang untuk isteri saya melihat semula," katanya.
Dalam pada itu, nasib menimpa Zuhaina mendapat perhatian Pengerusi MCA negeri, Senator Datuk Dr Yeow Chai Thiam yang melawat mangsa serta menghulurkan sumbangan, semalam.
Chai Thiam berkata, dia akan memastikan mangsa mendapat bantuan sewajarnya dari segi kewangan serta kos rawatan.
"Saya akan memanjangkan masalah ini kepada Jabatan Kebajikan Masyarakat (JKM) bagi membolehkan mangsa mendapat bantuan bulanan berikutan pendapatan suami bawah RM500 sebulan," katanya. -SH
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 08:29 AM PDT
Petaling Jaya: Dalang video lucah Datuk T dikesan menggunakan e-mail atas nama Naib Presiden PKR Tian Chua untuk menghantar mesej kononnya beliau mempercayai pelaku dalam rakaman itu adalah Ketua Pembangkang Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim.
Lebih 20 Ahli Parlimen dikesan menerima mesej fitnah itu yang dihantar menerusi alamat e-mel "email@example.com" yang dicipta oleh penyamar, kata Tian kepada wartawan hari ini.
"Saya rayu kepada orang ramai jangan percaya jika dapat email mungkin juga dari Wan Azizah atau Nurul Izzah kerana ini adalah kerja-kerja penyamar. BN dah sampai tahap terdesak lakukan perkara ini." kata beliau.
"Penyamaran identiti ialah kesalahan serius. Semua bukti ada dan emel palsu, tidak mustahil untuk dijejaki puncanya," tambah beliau.
Emel berkenaan bertujuan mengelirukan dan memecahbelahkan ikatan dan hubungan ahli parlimen dalam Pakatan Rakyat.
Sementara itu, Ketua Wanita KEADILAN, Zuraida Kamaruddin pula mendedahkan beliau menerima salinan video fitnah itu yang dikirim melalui sampul ke peti surat rumahnya di Ampang, pagi ini.
Lebih teruk lagi, video tersebut dihantar bersama dengan kepala surat Parti Islam Se-malaysia (PAS) berserta dengan pamplet imej menghina Anwar Ibrahim.
Tian dan Zuraida akan melaporkan jenayah itu kepada polis dan Suruhanjaya Komunikasi dan Multimedia (SKMM) dalam masa terdekat.
"Sama macam Tian Chua, kita juga nak minta polis siasat siapa yang sebar video ini. Patut tangkap 3 Datuk dan siasat siapa buat kerja tu tapi sampai sekarang, tiada apa berlaku," tegas Zuraidah yang juga Ahli Parlimen Ampang. -tvsnet
Apa taknya, konspirator dah keluarkan belanja berjuta ringgit untuk kempen video seks ini, pun rakyat masih percaya lagi.
Hairannya, dah banyak laporan polis dibuat tentang penyebaran video seks ini, belum nampak ada tindakan dari pihak polis.
Dan aneh, UMNO kata tak mahu dijadikan kambing hitam di dalam isu video seks ini, sedangkan Najib dah ulas semenjak dari awal lagi mengenai video seks berkenaan. Macam mana tak nak jadi kambing hitam?
Itu baling batu sembunyi tangan. Sekarang dah desperate sangat, ahli parlimen Batu pula jadi sasaran dengan menghantar surat layang kononnya ia datang dari email Tian Chua.
Betul-betul konspirator tak de batu!
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Posted: 09 Jun 2011 07:10 AM PDT
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 07:05 AM PDT
My friend, Geoff Kronik (who is married to my childhood friend Ass Prof I-Min Lee of Harvard School of Public Health), celebrated his birthday yesterday. In the usual Facebook tradition, I sent him birthday greetings. This evening, I was pleasantly surprised by his warm e-mail response that included a link to his latest short story.
Geoff is a writer from Brookline, Massachusetts, currently in the MFA program at Warren Wilson College. His stories and essays have appeared in Salamander, Opium and The Lancet. Almost immediately, I emailed him and asked him for if I could repost his story and he graciously agreed. Thanks, Geoff!
While reading the story, I was moved to tears and could actually hear his voice speaking through his writing which flows with much grace, quiet elegance and lucidity!
Certainly, Geoff has a very engaging style. Here it is - Geoff's story entitled "My Father's Glasses".
My Father's Glasses
written by Geoff Kronik
Brookline, Massachusetts, United States
I took them with me when I left the hospital that day, but five years later, I still have not put them on. Holding the glasses starts a movie in my memory, a biography of my father, but if I imagine wearing them a stranger appears on the screen.
That morning, my sister and I each boarded Los Angeles-bound flights, she from Philadelphia and I from Boston. Our plan was to meet at the airport, rent a car, and drive to the UCLA Medical Center.
We both landed ahead of schedule, as if time itself sensed an urgency we did not. Freeway traffic was light, and I could have gone faster; but having left New England's winter gloom behind me, I enjoyed the drive under California sunshine and briefly forgot the mental chill of why we had come—my father had pneumonia again.
My wife, a physician, calls pneumonia "the old man's friend," an expression that comes from Sir William Osler, often considered the father of modern medicine. He famously called pneumonia "the friend of the aged," a bit of trivia noir I did not bother to share with my sister. We spoke little during the drive, mutually silenced by a possibility we preferred to deny.
We reached UCLA quickly, and although I had never driven on campus before and was worried about finding parking or getting lost, everything went right. Everything went right until we entered my father's hospital room, and I saw he was not wearing his glasses.
My father was a professor, and looked the part enough for me to suspect that, even nude, he would appear scholarly. I mentioned this to my mother once, who laughed and told me a story; they were on a Spanish beach, and my father was wearing only swim trunks and his glasses when a man approached him and said, "You must be in academia."
Perhaps my father's preference of high-waisted pants, beachwear included, advertised a certain occupational nerdiness, but surely the glasses were the tipoff. When I picture my father, his glasses float like the giant eyes of Dr. T. J. Eckleburg in The Great Gatsby. I would need to go back to Fitzgerald's era, when my father was a teenager, to find photos of him without any on. By the time he reached college, he was wearing thick, black frames that made him look like a Jewish Buddy Holly.
My father removed his glasses only to sleep and bathe, and the sight of him without them always rattled me. Unfamiliarity was not the issue, as anyone's father has a unique voice, customary habits, and of course a signature scent: perhaps Old Spice, Lifebuoy, or Brut. The problem with my father's unlensed face was that it shook my boyish assumptions of what a father should be.
My father's eyes were bold, his nose was long, and his chin jutted out when he had a point to make. He was small man with a big man's bravado. He might have looked fierce, but his supple lips and gappy teeth warmed his smile. The fullness of his face, however, was completed by his glasses. They gave his face corners, and without them his temples seemed rounded, his eyes less bright. Sons seek their fathers' approval, of course, but perhaps more so their strength; a father's wrath can either inspire ambition or help therapists make a living later, but a father's weakness is destabilizing at any age.
It would have been so easy. I could have gently placed them on his face. His final pair, with their oversized lenses and transparent frames, was sitting on the wheeled hospital table by his untouched breakfast. My father looked diminished without his glasses, weak and unprotected, and that was how I last saw him.
In life, our most vehement positions so often seem to conjure ironic revenge. My father loathed cigarettes, pasted annoying red "No Smoking" decals inside his cars, and in mid-2004 was diagnosed first with pneumonia and, later, inoperable lung cancer.
How does one respond to such news? To my father, the idea of mass sympathy was intolerable. He dreaded the thought of good wishes sent by people who would expect his gratitude, or the encouragements whose cheer masks pity. Oppressed by the idea of spending his remaining days answering condolence cards, he kept his prognosis a secret, even from close friends.
I visited my parents in the fall when my father was deep in chemotherapy. I was fascinated by the newly-visible patterns of his head. The weekend was cold, and when we went to dinner he wore an old tweed newsboy cap I had never seen before. Perhaps it was a family heirloom, but nostalgia aside, I hated the cap. It was too big for his sallow face, and I envisioned him selling papers on a corner in his boyhood Vienna. The pathos of the image depressed me, and I was glad when he removed the cap for dinner.
During the meal, a nearby man and woman kept staring at my father's strange, luminescent pate and whispering to each other. My father had his back to them. They had a bottle of wine on their table, and I wanted to smash it over their heads, as if violence on my father's behalf would prove me not just a son, but a man. Instead I glared until they looked away, while my father complained that everything he ate tasted like metal.
Because the vocabulary of cancer infects daily life, for the next year I absurdly disliked seeing "infusion" on a box of herbal tea. My father, who loved to travel, spent that year relentlessly, and probably recklessly, in transit. To risk a cold was courting death, but from his perspective, the proximity of death justified the risk. In January of 2006, he and my mother joined the sniffling airborne masses and flew to Los Angeles for a vacation.
I came home one day to a message that my father was in the hospital. I called him, but he was hard to understand through the oxygen mask he was wearing. I pictured the plastic mask and his glasses above it. He said the hospitalization was precautionary, due to what he called a slight case of pneumonia.
Then he said, oddly, "I'm glad you called, Geoffrey." For him, sentiments which went without saying, such as appreciating my calls, usually did just that. My full name at the end was customary formality though. Since high school I had preferred to be called Geoff, but he claimed he could not adjust to this. That the last word I would ever hear from my father was my name, expressed in a way I disliked, is only one of death's inevitable ironies.
We use defensive euphemisms when someone else dies, but when our own time comes, no one says "I'm afraid to pass away." We become blunt under the threat of mortality: we do not want to die, period. Meanwhile, loss is only permanent when identified as such, but after the fact, no one told me, "I'm sorry for the permanent loss of your father." Death's foreverness is the intolerable part, hence language that resists it and religions that reject it. But if an agnostic says we live on in memory, this sounds no less wishful to me than claiming someone is in "a better place." Without messages from our senses, there is nothing left that we can accurately call life.
My father smelled like Jergens lotion and old-fashioned Mennen squeeze deodorant. His voice was reedy and carried faint echoes of Europe. In the hospital, his forehead was sticky to the touch, and his cheek tasted sour when I kissed it. Life has structure and volume, but memory is inherently flat. We recall sounds, smells and tastes, but cannot truly reproduce them. Even vision falls short; if I unfold my father's glasses, a holographic image of his face appears, but you can walk right through a hologram.
It was a Friday when my mother suggested my sister and I come, as a boon to my father's spirits. His discharge was projected for the next week, so I bought a one-way ticket for Sunday and planned to stay until he got out.
Makeup and lighting may soften ugly realities, but the accuracy of TV shows in depicting the moribund is impressive. I had never seen a dying person, but one look at my father left no doubt. My mother said he had fallen overnight, and this had somehow undone him. We approached him, and I heard my sister say "I love you" in his ear. His skin felt damp, as if he were dying by evaporation. His feet thrashed occasionally, and I held them, thinking how this intimacy, his toes wriggling in my grip, was a first and a last.
A moaning began behind us, and my mother said it had been going on for hours, ever since the room's other bed had been taken by a man wasted with age and affliction. He cried ceaselessly, a ghastly counterpoint to my father's labored breathing. Then my father, with a sudden flailing motion, threw off his sheets and hospital gown.
My father's nakedness did not bother me, but I felt a pang of sympathy towards my sister. Our family's standards of propriety meant she had never seen him unclothed, but now she had to watch as his hairless chest and sunken nipples, his abdomen mapped with radiation marks, and finally the rest of him came into view. When we covered him, he fought as if determined to finally shed the lifelong burden of clothing. A doctor explained this was common and increased the morphine drip. My father relaxed, and thereafter seemed to take up the raw business of dying.
I quickly stepped out to call my wife and came back. In the meantime, my mother had started talking. My mother by nature does not seek out silence or solitude, but now, after a half-century's steady companionship, she faced the prospect of both. First she spoke of my father and their life together, and then speculated about the future. My father let out a terrible, fork-in-the-disposal sound, and my mother said, "I've heard about the death rattle. Do you think that's the death rattle?" My sister and I could only look at her with faces that said, "yes, it probably was."
An immense space seemed to open up, as if all sound had died along with my father. Touching him now was like holding paper, as though his third dimension had instantly vanished. I understood then that it is life that gives us shape, not appearance; I have not looked at living the same way since. Because the recently deceased are traces of something that until the last possible moment had a future, they give us a chance to confront pure history before nostalgia or revisionism sets in.
That evening in my hotel room, I packed my father's glasses into my suitcase and filled the bathtub. A hot bath had an appeal that might have been regressive, or perhaps it was simply the easiest available comfort. I wondered if my father wore glasses in the tub. Did he ever take baths? Had I maybe seen him in a resort whirlpool? Already, I could not remember.
While the water ran, I phoned an old friend who, when I told him the news, said "God damn it" and began to quietly cry. Of all the responses to my father's death, this remains the least articulate and the most eloquent. We hung up, and I wondered how life would proceed now. I felt less of a son by half and more like a man, and I had not needed to break any bottles. I slid down in the tub, tasting soap, and felt the warm water close over the crown of my head.
Four years later I flew to Los Angeles again, for business, and from my hotel window I could see UCLA in the distance. I had planned to go running by the beach in Santa Monica the next morning, but now a different route lured me.
It was just after dawn when I panted uphill from Wilshire Boulevard and entered the UCLA campus. There was the old brick hospital where my father died, which was in the process of being replaced by a sleek updated facility named for Ronald Reagan. My father, a committed Democrat and wit, would have said he was glad he did not live long enough to die in a building with Reagan's name on it.
I ran across the campus to the stadium where, the day after my father died, my sister and I had jogged around the track, companionship and rhythm converging in an approximation of continuity. Running the track again got me no closer to authentication; my father's life was just as over, and mine was just as interrupted.
My sister had told me, as we circled students playing soccer on the infield, that when she said "I love you" to our father, he said it back. This seemed impossible: he had been incoherent when we reached him, and though in life he dispensed hugs and kisses freely, to say "I love you" would have been out of character. I doubt he ever said it to anyone, but in the fragile aftermath of death, I withheld my skepticism and its underlying envy. If he did say it, then my sister, who was bold enough to be the instigator, deserved to be the beneficiary.
As time has passed, I have been told that I am starting to resemble my father—a narrowing of the face, certain wrinkles that must be genetic signatures. Vanity makes me thankful that I do not have his retreating hairline yet although, owing to middle age, I do wear glasses of my own.
But not his. I have peered through them at arm's length, but I worry that if I put them on, I would look too much like him, or perhaps not enough. Or maybe I would inhabit him, merge with him somehow, and discover that the stranger on the screen is, and always was, both of us.
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 07:01 AM PDT
When President Obama said last month that "Israel cannot be expected to negotiate with Palestinians who do not recognize its right to exist," he was referring to Hamas. In its charter, Hamas calls Palestine an "Islamic endowment" and specifically rules out a peaceful solution to the conflict with Israel. Hamas describes itself as "one of the links in the Chain of Jihad." It uses terrorism to achieve its goals — which include the advance of Muslim power and the expansion of Muslim territory — and its spokesmen openly mourned the death of Osama bin Laden, calling him an "Arab holy warrior" who deserves to spend eternity with the "true believers and the martyrs."
Nevertheless, Obama also made clear that he believes the "peace process" can and must move forward. If the Israelis cannot be expected to negotiate with Hamas, surely they can negotiate with Fatah, the other main Palestinian faction. Though now in the process of forming a coalition with Hamas, Fatah does recognize Israel's right to exist.
Or does it? Azzam al-Ahmed is a member of the Fatah Central Committee. He is closely associated with Palestinian Authority president Mahmoud Abbas. And last week he was pretty clear in an interview with the Egyptian newspaper Al-Masry Al-Youm. "Fatah has never recognized Israel's right to exist and will never do so," he said.
So by Obama's own reasoning, there are now no Palestinian leaders with whom the Israelis can "be expected to negotiate." And that, in turn, implies that what we call the "peace process," which began with talks in Madrid 20 years ago, is now as dead as Monty Python's parrot. That's big news — though few news outlets are treating it as such.
What they are reporting instead is that Israeli troops have been firing on Palestinian refugees along Israel's border with Syria. The reality: Mobs from Syria — probably not including anyone who actually left his home during a war waged against Israel more than 60 years ago — have been violating Israel's borders, in some cases throwing firebombs. Israeli troops, following numerous warnings to the mobs to turn around, have used force to push them back. If there is a good alternative available, it doesn't occur to me.
It should by now be apparent that both Hamas and Fatah are pursuing the dream not of a Palestinian state that would take its place next to Israel but of a Palestinian state that would replace Israel. Abbas wants not a two-state solution, but a two-stage execution. His approach is essentially the same as that of his predecessor, Yasir Arafat, who spoke — in Arabic, not in English — of a "phased strategy," implying that Palestinians should take any land Israel will surrender and use it as a springboard for the "complete liberation of Palestine."
In the first stage, Abbas will issue a declaration of Palestinian statehood coupled with a demand that Israel retreat to what are misleadingly called the 1967 borders. In fact, these are the lines at which five Arab armies were stopped in 1949 as they were trying to drive Palestinian Jews into the sea. They had already rejected the first offer of a two-state solution.
One result of that war: About 600,000 Palestinian Arabs fled Israel, creating a refugee crisis that, quite purposefully, has never been solved. Palestinian Arabs who remained in Israel, however, became Israeli citizens and now constitute 20 percent of Israel's population, enjoying rights that ethnic and religious minorities are denied throughout what we have come to call the Muslim world.
The 1949 armistice lines remained in place until 1967 when another war was waged by the same armies from the same Arab nations for the same purpose. If at first you don't succeed . . .
In the second stage, Abbas will seek approval for his state at the U.N. He will get it from an automatic majority in the General Assembly: more than 20 Arab members and more than 50 self-described Islamic states. Many Third World and European nations will join the chorus as well, perhaps backing Palestinian claims against Israel with weapons of economic warfare such as boycotts, divestment, and sanctions.
What will happen after that is anyone's guess. With Hamas in its government, the newly declared Palestinian state will be, by definition, yet one more terrorist state in the Middle East. Since terrorist states generally attract few tourists and little foreign investment, Palestine will rely on the "international community" to pay its bills. Its leaders could offer to negotiate with Israel — but they are refusing to do that now, so why would they do that then? Nor is Israel likely to sit down with Hamas — any more than we'd sit down with al-Qaeda. The most likely outcome: another war, sooner or later.
Is there any way off this dead-end road? Palestinian leaders, both those from Hamas and from Fatah, say they now plan to hold elections in 2012. Obama and European leaders have the clout to ensure that Palestinian voters are given a clear choice. Do they want peace with Israel and, if so, are they willing to make concessions and accept sacrifices to achieve it? Or would they prefer to continue the conflict, to fight as long as it takes to defeat and destroy Israel, no matter the cost?
The data — including numerous polls as well as a Foundation for Defense of Democracies study of Palestinian sentiment as expressed through social media — indicate that most Palestinians are likely to choose war over peace. Better to wage an exterminationist jihad than tolerate an infidel nation — the only one left in the broader Middle East from Morocco to Pakistan — as a neighbor. But a free and fair campaign, one that includes a real debate about the choices facing Palestinians might focus minds. It might even change minds.
The last time there was a Palestinian election, in 2006, it was neither free nor fair. No candidate could make an argument in favor of peaceful coexistence with Jews and live to tell the tale. The Bush administration deserves some of the blame for that. The Obama administration has a chance to do better. I'm not betting my paycheck that it will, but you never know. National Review
— Clifford D. May is president of the Foundation for Defense of Democracies, a policy institute focusing on terrorism and political Islam.
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 07:30 AM PDT
NGO: Remaja ditembak semasa melutut
Laporan bedah siasat ke atas tiga remaja yang ditembak mati oleh polis pada tahun lalu menunjukkan mereka ditembak dari jarak dekat, dakwa NGO hak asasi Lawyers for Liberty.
Muhammad Hanafi Omar, 22, Muhammad Shamil Hafiz Shapiei, 15, dan Hairul Nizam Tuah, 20, ditembak mati selepas dikejar pada awal pagi 13 November tahun lalu di Glenmarie, Shah Alam.
Pihak polis sebelum ini mendakwa remaja berkenaan menyerbu mereka dengan bersenjatakan parang dan polis terpaksa melepaskan tembakan bagi mempertahankan diri.
"Laporan bedah siasat bercanggah dengan versi polis bahawa dalam kejadian itu mereka bertindak mempertahankan diri dan menembak - yang bermakna tembakan mesti dilepaskan dari hadapan," kata peguam N Surendran.
"Bagaimanapun, menurut laporan bedah siasat sudut peluru menembusi kepala depan adalah dari 45 darjah dan keluar melalui belakang leher dan bagi tembakan di bahagian dada, (peluru) juga melalui 45 darjah di badan.
"Ini menunjukkan mangsa sedang melutut ataupun berada pada kedudukan lebih rendah daripada orang yang melepaskan tembakan," katanya sambil merujuk kepada laporan autopsi Muhammad Syamil Hafiz. -mk
Dasyat gila jika benar mangsa ditembak dalam keadaan sedang melutut.
Kita berdoa kepada Allah s.w.t. agar kebenaran itu dinyatakan dan jika berlaku kekejaman dan kezaliman, pihak yang berkenaan itu dihukum dengan seberat-beratnya.
Tiada daya dan kekuatan selain daripada Allah Yang Maha Tinggi Lagi Maha Agung.
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 06:13 AM PDT
Subang Jaya assemblyperson Hannah Yeoh and her husband Ramachandran Muniandy, who failed to register their daughter's race as 'Anak Malaysia', clarified today that the final choice of 'Chinese' was picked by the National Registration Department (NRD) officer.
The couple (left) said in statement to Malaysiakini today that Chinese was what the system/officer picked even though they demanded for 'Anak Malaysia and they maintained that neither Chinese nor Indian is inaccurate to define the race of their daughter, Shay Adora Ram.
The couple said that considering that the ethnicity provided for in the system is already incorrect, it makes no difference if she's Chinese or Indian. Therefore, they proceeded with the system's selection in order to obtain the birth certificate first.
The couple said, "Truth matters. Recognise her mixed parentage and her Malaysian identity and register her accurately is all that we ask of the NRD."
Yeoh told Malaysiakini on Tuesday she and Ramachandran wanted to put off the birth registration of their child, but the NRD officer had cautioned her that late registration of the birth would cause problems, therefore she had no choice but to proceed with the registration even though Shay's current ethnicity defined in the birth certificate was inaccurate - hence meaningless.
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 05:38 AM PDT
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Posted: 09 Jun 2011 05:27 AM PDT
Today is just not my day. Couldn't find a pair of stockings/socks to fix the biting issues of my new shoes. Left the house 18mins late. When I reach the bus stop, 83 just turned out and left. Decided to wait for 62, only to realise that I didn't had my EZ Link card with me. Went home and came out again.
Then was inside the office fixing the new delivery schedule for cashier, then accidentally knock MY HEAD INTO THE EDGE OF THE OFFICE CUPBOARD. lucky no bleed, no faint. and while doing a cino, i scalded two of my fingers.
then got this EX STAFF LOOKING FOR JEREMY KOK, I replied he not available now. Then he asked for NEO KONG. I replied he's not here. then ask me who's on the line, i replied, Jac (knowing his identity). And he goes: OOOOHHHHH! MDM JAC AH. CAN YOU HELP ME GO SEE IF STARHUB OPEN LIAO NOT?!. like wtf. is the restaurant a hotline for you? please check it yourself, and dont bothering us. to which he replied: EH MDM JAC, YOU DONCH BU-WEE MEEEEEE!.
like HELLO?! nobody likes to talk to you now because you keep calling us to do this to do that and you are AFFECTING our work. and our restaurant number isn't a HOTLINE for you to call to keep talking to our staff about WHAT PHONES YOU WANT TO BUY NOR WHAT PHONES ARE GOOD. starhub is just NEXT DOOR, SINGTEL IS JUST OPP AND M1 IS JUST UPSTAIRS! GO ASK THEM YOURSELF! and BY THE WAY, our RM has given instructions to call the security should you come down and disturb ANY OF OUR STAFFS again. so, please dont come and disturb us again. bye.
Filed under: Anger Management
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 05:24 AM PDT
Gandingan baru dalam kepimpinan Pas yang diterajui Presidennya, Datuk Seri Abdul Hadi Awang dan Timbalan, Mohamad Sabu (gambar) diibaratkan sebagai 'Kabinet Perang' untuk berdepan Pilihan Raya Umum ke-13 (PRU-13).
Menteri Besar, Datuk Seri Azizan Abdul Razak berkata, gandingan itu bersama barisan Kabinet baru perlu dibayangi pelbagai latar belakang, termasuk generasi muda.
"Inilah barisan Kabinet Perang untuk berdepan pilihan raya. Bagi pertahan dan mantapkan parti, perlulah lantik juga orang-orang muda. Ada pemimpin kita letak di bahagian tertentu, dan ada pemimpin kepalai angkatan, ada yang membantu. Kita lihat sahaja hasilnya kelak," katanya, ketika diminta mengulas mengenai barisan kepimpinan baru Pas pada pemilihan lalu.
Menurutnya, parti lawan hendaklah membuat persediaan lebih rapi untuk berdepan barisan kabinet Pas kali ini, yang diyakini lebih mantap dan berkaliber.
"Saya pasti UMNO sekarang susah hati dengan kepimpinan baru Pas, sebab itu mereka timbulkan isu ulama tewas, tolak golongan ulama dan sebagainya. Ingatan saya kepada UMNO, bersedialah!," katanya.
Mengulas mengenai perubahan dasar Pas yang kini mahu memperkenalkan dasar negara berkebajikan, Azizan berkata, ia juga sinonim dengan dasar negara Islam yang mengutamakan kebajikan rakyat dan amalan yang baik.
"Islam menyuruh kita berbuat baik, termasuk kebajikan. Apa salahnya sekadar tukar nama, namun pengisian tetap berteraskan Islam. Saya juga amalkan konsep kebajikan dalam pentadbiran, antaranya perkenalkan Skim Kafalah, sumbangan pada pelajar Kedah dan membangunkan agenda pendidikan," katanya.
Azizan turut menepis dakwaan Timbalan Pengerusi Badan Perhubungan UMNO Kedah, Datuk Mukhriz Mahathir yang mengatakan UMNO sama sekali tidak tergugat dengan barisan kepimpinan baru Pas, malah yakin peluang mereka lebih cerah kerana pimpinan baru parti itu dipercayai tidak menyokong agenda perpaduan.
"Saya tak pasti apa tafsiran UMNO berhubung barisan kepimpinan Pas yang baru ini, sebab saya tidak mampu membaca apa yang terlintas di minda mereka. Tetapi mungkin mereka tidak puas hati dengan kelebihan yang ada pada gandingan baru ini yang boleh menggugat kedudukan mereka," katanya.
Ditanya sama ada timbul rasa tidak puas hati dalam kalangan ahli di peringkat akar umbi berhubung keputusan pemilihan atau usul yang dibangkitkan pada Muktamar lalu, Azizan menidakkan perkara itu memberitahu ia bukti kesepakatan dalam parti.
"Tiada ahli Pas suarakan rasa tidak puas hati, mungkin yang bising itu orang UMNO. Atau mungkin pemimpin parti itu tidak puas hati dengan barisan baru Pas yang mantap. Semuanya berjalan lancar," katanya. -SH
Patutlah UMNO BN kecut sangat dan lemparkan macam-macam tuduhan.
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 04:45 AM PDT
Danger to motorists: A road in Mont Kiara has been badly patched up after being dug up.
Uneven: The shoddy resurfacing job seen on the road in front of Sunway Vivaldi condominium in Mont Kiara poses a threat to motorists. (Photos by BRIAN MOH and M. RAJAN)
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 04:31 AM PDT
Ibu bapa disaran lebih peka terhadap tahap keselamatan alat permainan kanak-kanak dengan menyemak tanda "MC" (Malaysian Conformity) dan label peringkat umur pada barangan itu sebelum membelinya.
Bendahari Agung Gabungan Persatuan Pengguna Malaysia (Fomca) Mohd Yusof Abdul Rahman berkata selain perlunya meneliti tahap keselamatan alat permainan, ibu bapa juga perlu bijak memilih alat permainan yang sesuai untuk anak mereka mengikut kesesuaian peringkat umur.
"Alat permainan ini sebenarnya satu medium yang dapat membantu ke arah tumbesaran yang lebih seimbang bagi kanak-kanak dan menjana daya imaginasi tetapi jika tersalah beli, contohnya senapang untuk kanak-kanak berusia tiga tahun, kita bimbang ia boleh mendatangkan risiko kecederaan.
"Anak-anak pada tahap itu tidak ada rangsangan untuk mengetahui tahap bahaya sesuatu alat permainan dan di sinilah peranan ibu bapa diperlukan untuk menentukan supaya alat permainan yang dibeli itu selamat digunakan," katanya kepada Bernama di sini hari ini.
Isu keselamatan alat permainan kanak-kanak mendapat perhatian kerajaan menerusi Kementerian Perdagangan Dalam Negeri, Koperasi dan Kepenggunaan (KPDNKK) yang telah mengeluarkan satu garis panduan standard keselamatan bagi alat permainan kanak-kanak.
Berkuatkuasa Februari lepas, semua alat permainan kanak-kanak sama ada buatan tempatan mahu pun yang diimport, diwajibkan mempunyai tanda "MC" sebagai bukti telah mematuhi garis panduan yang dikeluarkan kementerian itu.
Sirim Qas International Sdn Bhd adalah agensi yang bertanggungjawab menilai daripada segi pematuhan standard keselamatan bagi alat permainan kanak-kanak yang dikemukakan pihak industri sebelum laporan penilaian dihantar ke kementerian itu untuk tindakan selanjutnya.
Mohd Yusof berharap kempen kesedaran terhadap keselamatan alat permainan diperluaskan sama ada menerusi risalah atau pun media. -- BERNAMA
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 03:41 AM PDT
Well, you might have thought that you knew how the Internet started, but here's the TRUE story that Angela just sent to me a while ago. :-)
In ancient Israel , it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot.
And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she was often called Amazon Dot Com.
And she said unto Abraham, her husband: "Why dost thou travel so far from town to town with thy goods when thou canst trade without ever leaving thy tent?"
And Abraham did look at her - as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load - but simply said: "How, dear?"
And Dot replied: "I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale, and they will reply telling you who hath the best price.
And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah's Pony Stable (UPS)."
Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums And the drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever having to move from his tent.
To prevent neighbouring countries from overhearing what the drums were saying, Dot devised a system that only she and the drummers knew. It was called Must Send Drum Over Sound (MSDOS), and she also developed a language to transmit ideas and pictures - Hebrew To The People (HTTP)
But this success did arouse envy. A man named Maccabia did secrete himself inside Abraham's drum and began to siphon off some of Abraham's business. But he was soon discovered, arrested and prosecuted - for insider trading.
And the young men did take to Dot Com's trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung.
They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Sybarites, or NERDS.
And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums that no one noticed that the real riches were going to that enterprising drum dealer, Brother William of Gates, who bought off every drum maker in the land.
And indeed did insist on drums to be made that would work only with Brother Gates' drumheads and drumsticks.
And Dot did say: "Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others."
And Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel , or eBay as it came to be known. He said: "We need a name that reflects what we are."
And Dot replied: "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators." "YAHOO", said Abraham. And because it was Dot's idea, they named it YAHOO Dot Com.
Abraham's cousin, Joshua, being the young Gregarious Energetic Educated Kid (GEEK) that he was, soon started using Dot's drums to locate things around the countryside.
It soon became known as God's Own Official Guide to Locating Everything (GOOGLE).
And that is how it all began. So,........... now you know...............
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 02:45 AM PDT
A clay sculpture park built to simulate the scene of renowned Chinese scroll painting Along the River During the Qingming Festival (清明上河图) was officially opened in Changzhuang Township, Tangshan City of north China's Hebei Province last Friday.
Posted: 09 Jun 2011 03:24 AM PDT
Bandar Baru Nilai: Hanya kerana seorang wanita, lebih 200 pekerja lelaki warga Vietnam dan Bangladesh bertempur mengakibatkan 23 cedera dalam pergaduhan di asrama sebuah kilang tekstil di Taman Semarak di sini, malam kelmarin.
Mereka yang cedera dihantar ke Hospital Tuanku Ja'afar Seremban (HTJS) dan tiga dimasukkan ke wad untuk rawatan lanjut.
Difahamkan, dalam kejadian kira-kira jam 8.30 malam itu, dua kumpulan terbabit yang saling melakukan provokasi bertempur menggunakan kayu, besi dan membaling batu di dalam kawasan asrama yang terletak kira-kira 300 meter dari kawasan rumah penduduk.
Bagaimanapun, tindakan pantas 150 pegawai dan anggota polis termasuk dua pasukan Unit Simpanan Persekutuan (FRU) berjaya meleraikan pergaduhan itu.
Timbalan Ketua Polis Negeri Sembilan, Datuk Abd Manan Mhd Hassan, berkata pergaduhan itu dipercayai berpunca daripada tindakan seorang pekerja Bangladesh yang cuba memikat wanita Vietnam ketika bekerja syif malam Isnin lalu.
"Wanita itu mengadu kepada teman lelakinya yang juga warga Vietnam bekerja di kilang sama yang kemudian membawa beberapa rakan senegara membelasah lelaki Bangladesh terbabit sekali gus mencetuskan ketegangan antara dua kumpulan itu," katanya di sini, semalam.
Berikutan itu, berlaku pergaduhan kecil di kilang tekstil di Kawasan Perindustrian Nilai itu sebelum melarat ke asrama yang terletak kira-kira dua kilometer dari kilang.
Katanya, polis juga berjaya menghalang lebih 500 pekerja Bangladesh yang berarak dari kilang untuk menyerbu asrama pekerja Vietnam dan menenangkan mereka sebelum mengiringi mereka pulang ke blok asrama masing-masing.
Abd Manan berkata, polis berjaya menenangkan kedua-dua kumpulan itu kira-kira lapan jam kemudian, tetapi terpaksa menempatkan 150 pegawai dan anggota termasuk satu pasukan FRU sebagai langkah berjaga-jaga di kawasan asrama itu hingga keadaan benar-benar selamat.
"Hari ini (semalam) kita akan membuat pemeriksaan di semua bilik pekerja di asrama untuk memastikan mereka tidak menyimpan senjata atau benda terlarang sebagai langkah berjaga-jaga.
"Polis belum membuat sebarang tangkapan dan sedang menyiasat lanjut kes ini mengikut Seksyen 148 Kanun Keseksaan kerana merusuh," katanya yang menasihatkan pengurusan kilang menghentikan operasi kilang itu selama sehari. -BH
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