*some are not related but it's good to read on for information, no harm knowing more and is better to be safe then sorry*
This message came from a friend. It's long but worth your time to read
and be aware of such circumstances.
This happened to my own Dept Manager, she wants this circulated to warn
everyone to be careful when on the road, whether dealing with the
police or otherwise.
Take care
Marlene
Dear Friends,
I've finally got this down in writing.....
Be paranoid if you must be but don't trust even the Police . These are
desperate times. I have a story which you should send to all your
friends to warn them.
I was in a car accident on 15/11/2008 along the flyover coming up from
the Federal Highway into Jalan Maarof, Bangsar My car skidded and went
over a road divider. When I came to a stop a few minutes later 2 Malay
guys - one driving a blue Satria and the other on a bike passed my car
and stopped. They looked very decent - clean cut, well dressed like
they worked in an office.
Both approached me and asked in perfect English whether I was ok and
whether I needed help. I declined of course as I had already called for
help. They hovered for a while and then went off. I decided then to get
out of my car to check the damage and when I got out, the 2 guys
reversed and came back . At first I thought they were nice guys and just
wanted to be sure I was ok. Nevertheless, I ignored them and kept a
distance.
Then the drama unfolded. The guy driving the Satria opened his car booth
and took our a pair of black pants which he then threw on the road
behind my car. The motorcyclist then sat down on the divider and began
to roll up his pants and took off his shoes and socks ! I saw that he
had a scrapped knee which was rather red.
Realising then that something was very wrong, I asked the two guys while
still maintaining my distance from them what they were doing. The
motorcyclist then turned to me and said " You langgar saya tak payah
bayar ?" I was shocked and told them no such thing happened and why they
were doing this. The guy then said " Awak jangan biadap, sudah langgar
saya nak marah saya !!"
I quickly went back into my car and called the police. Call this Bukit
Aman No. (03-22626555) - the response is fast. While waiting for help
to arrive I kept praying for protection. The Police came within 5
minutes.
BUT, you know, the police whom I thought were my heros also turned out
to be crooks.
The 2 officers approached me and asked me what happened. while I related
to them what happened one of them went to speak to the 2 guys who were
still hovering around at the back of my car. The remaining cop asked me
"Sekarang macam mana?"
I said there was no way I could have knocked them as there was no
evidence of damage to their vehicles or injury on them. The cop then
asked me "Kerja di mana?"
I told them I worked in a Bank and he said " Wah jadi you banyak
wang!!!" Although on hindsight now it was a strange thing to say (at
that pt they were still my heroes) to which I responded that I am only a
worker , I don't own the Bank so I don't have money ! He then walked to
his partner and came back a few moments later and said to me " The guy
claims I broke the side mirror of his car" He asked again "sekarang nak
buat apa ?"
At this pt I was furious and told him that we should all go to the Balai
to make our repsective reports
He kept quiet at my response I then blurted out some names of ex-Bkt
Aman Inspectors whom I happen to know and then he went to talk again to
his partner and the next thing that happened, the 2 guys accusing me
left the scene.
I was just overcome with relief by then my family had arrived to help.
Little did I realise until much later that the 2 corrupt cops were in
cohorts with the 2 malay boys to extort some money from me. They let
them go without my consent, did not even record their details or vehicle
reg nos. Nothing !!!
Imagine the cops who are supposed to protect you are as dirty and
corrupted as the crooks roaming our town !!!!
Abdullah Badawi whose mission before he leaves his position says he
wants to curb crime in the country and eradicate corruption should go
dig out the shit in his garden first.
What an experience but God is good
On Mon, Jan 12, 2009 at 9:50 AM, kenneth yew < [email protected] _
<http://us.mc01g.mail.yahoo.com/mc/[email protected]>>
wrote:
> > BALL PITS - YOUR CHILD COULD DIE FROM THIS! DON'T
> > IGNORE THIS BECAUSE
> > ITS A LONG ARTICLE PLEASE!! PLEASE READ!! >
> >
> >
> > McDonalds, Burger king, Time Zone... All places with ball
> > pits in the children's play area.
> >
> > One of my sons lost his watch, and was very upset.
We dug and dug in those balls, trying to find his watch.
> >
> >
> > Instead, we found vomit, food, faeces, and other stuff I do
> > not want to discuss. > >
> >
> > I went to the manager and raised hell.
Come to find out, the ball pit is only cleaned out once a month.
I have doubts that it is even done that often.
> >
> > My kids will never play in another ball pit.
> >
> > Some of you might not be parents, but you may have nieces,
> > nephews, grandchildren, or friends with children.
> >
> > This will pertain to you too. As I read the following, my
> > heart sank.
> >
> > I urge each and every one of you to pass this on to as many
> > people as you can. I cannot stress how important this is!
> >
> > Hi. My name is Lauren Archer, my son Kevin and I lived in
> > Melbourne, Australia.
> >
> > On October 2nd, 1999 I took my only son to McDonald's
> > for his 3rd birthday.
> >
> > After he finished lunch, I allowed him to play in the ball pit.
When he started whining later on, I asked him what was wrong,
he pointed to the back of his pull-up
and simply said "Mommy, it hurts."
I couldn't find anything wrong with him at that time.
I bathed him when we got home,
and it was at that point when I found a welt on his left buttock.
> >
> > Upon investigating, it seemed as if there was something
> > like a splinter under the welt.
I made an appointment to see the doctor the next day, but
> > soon he started vomiting and shaking, then his eyes rolled
> > back into his head.
From there, we went to the emergency room.
He died later that night.
> >
> > It turned out that the welt on his buttock was the tip of a
> > hypodermic needle that had broken off inside.
> >
> > The autopsy revealed that Kevin had died from a heroine
> > overdose. The next week, the police removed the balls from the ball
pit.
> > There was rotten food, several hypodermic needles: some full, some
> > used; knives, half-eaten candy, diapers, faeces, and the stench of
urine.
> > Don't think it's just McDonald's either.
A little boy had been playing in a ball pit @ a Burger King
& started complaining of his legs hurting.
He later died too. He was found to have snake bites all
> > over his legs & buttocks. When they cleaned the ball
> > pit they found that there was a snake's nest in the ball pit.
He had suffered numerous bites from a very poisonous snake.
> >
> > Repost this if it scares the crap out of you!!
Repost this if you care about kids!!
Please forward this to all loving mothers, fathers
> > and anyone who loves and cares for children!!
What has this world come to??
If a child is not safe in a child's play area then where??
> >
> >
> >
> >
This message came from a friend. It's long but worth your time to read
and be aware of such circumstances.
This happened to my own Dept Manager, she wants this circulated to warn
everyone to be careful when on the road, whether dealing with the
police or otherwise.
Take care
Marlene
Dear Friends,
I've finally got this down in writing.....
Be paranoid if you must be but don't trust even the Police . These are
desperate times. I have a story which you should send to all your
friends to warn them.
I was in a car accident on 15/11/2008 along the flyover coming up from
the Federal Highway into Jalan Maarof, Bangsar My car skidded and went
over a road divider. When I came to a stop a few minutes later 2 Malay
guys - one driving a blue Satria and the other on a bike passed my car
and stopped. They looked very decent - clean cut, well dressed like
they worked in an office.
Both approached me and asked in perfect English whether I was ok and
whether I needed help. I declined of course as I had already called for
help. They hovered for a while and then went off. I decided then to get
out of my car to check the damage and when I got out, the 2 guys
reversed and came back . At first I thought they were nice guys and just
wanted to be sure I was ok. Nevertheless, I ignored them and kept a
distance.
Then the drama unfolded. The guy driving the Satria opened his car booth
and took our a pair of black pants which he then threw on the road
behind my car. The motorcyclist then sat down on the divider and began
to roll up his pants and took off his shoes and socks ! I saw that he
had a scrapped knee which was rather red.
Realising then that something was very wrong, I asked the two guys while
still maintaining my distance from them what they were doing. The
motorcyclist then turned to me and said " You langgar saya tak payah
bayar ?" I was shocked and told them no such thing happened and why they
were doing this. The guy then said " Awak jangan biadap, sudah langgar
saya nak marah saya !!"
I quickly went back into my car and called the police. Call this Bukit
Aman No. (03-22626555) - the response is fast. While waiting for help
to arrive I kept praying for protection. The Police came within 5
minutes.
BUT, you know, the police whom I thought were my heros also turned out
to be crooks.
The 2 officers approached me and asked me what happened. while I related
to them what happened one of them went to speak to the 2 guys who were
still hovering around at the back of my car. The remaining cop asked me
"Sekarang macam mana?"
I said there was no way I could have knocked them as there was no
evidence of damage to their vehicles or injury on them. The cop then
asked me "Kerja di mana?"
I told them I worked in a Bank and he said " Wah jadi you banyak
wang!!!" Although on hindsight now it was a strange thing to say (at
that pt they were still my heroes) to which I responded that I am only a
worker , I don't own the Bank so I don't have money ! He then walked to
his partner and came back a few moments later and said to me " The guy
claims I broke the side mirror of his car" He asked again "sekarang nak
buat apa ?"
At this pt I was furious and told him that we should all go to the Balai
to make our repsective reports
He kept quiet at my response I then blurted out some names of ex-Bkt
Aman Inspectors whom I happen to know and then he went to talk again to
his partner and the next thing that happened, the 2 guys accusing me
left the scene.
I was just overcome with relief by then my family had arrived to help.
Little did I realise until much later that the 2 corrupt cops were in
cohorts with the 2 malay boys to extort some money from me. They let
them go without my consent, did not even record their details or vehicle
reg nos. Nothing !!!
Imagine the cops who are supposed to protect you are as dirty and
corrupted as the crooks roaming our town !!!!
Abdullah Badawi whose mission before he leaves his position says he
wants to curb crime in the country and eradicate corruption should go
dig out the shit in his garden first.
What an experience but God is good
On Mon, Jan 12, 2009 at 9:50 AM, kenneth yew < [email protected] _
<http://us.mc01g.mail.yahoo.com/mc/[email protected]>>
wrote:
> > BALL PITS - YOUR CHILD COULD DIE FROM THIS! DON'T
> > IGNORE THIS BECAUSE
> > ITS A LONG ARTICLE PLEASE!! PLEASE READ!! >
> >
> >
> > McDonalds, Burger king, Time Zone... All places with ball
> > pits in the children's play area.
> >
> > One of my sons lost his watch, and was very upset.
We dug and dug in those balls, trying to find his watch.
> >
> >
> > Instead, we found vomit, food, faeces, and other stuff I do
> > not want to discuss. > >
> >
> > I went to the manager and raised hell.
Come to find out, the ball pit is only cleaned out once a month.
I have doubts that it is even done that often.
> >
> > My kids will never play in another ball pit.
> >
> > Some of you might not be parents, but you may have nieces,
> > nephews, grandchildren, or friends with children.
> >
> > This will pertain to you too. As I read the following, my
> > heart sank.
> >
> > I urge each and every one of you to pass this on to as many
> > people as you can. I cannot stress how important this is!
> >
> > Hi. My name is Lauren Archer, my son Kevin and I lived in
> > Melbourne, Australia.
> >
> > On October 2nd, 1999 I took my only son to McDonald's
> > for his 3rd birthday.
> >
> > After he finished lunch, I allowed him to play in the ball pit.
When he started whining later on, I asked him what was wrong,
he pointed to the back of his pull-up
and simply said "Mommy, it hurts."
I couldn't find anything wrong with him at that time.
I bathed him when we got home,
and it was at that point when I found a welt on his left buttock.
> >
> > Upon investigating, it seemed as if there was something
> > like a splinter under the welt.
I made an appointment to see the doctor the next day, but
> > soon he started vomiting and shaking, then his eyes rolled
> > back into his head.
From there, we went to the emergency room.
He died later that night.
> >
> > It turned out that the welt on his buttock was the tip of a
> > hypodermic needle that had broken off inside.
> >
> > The autopsy revealed that Kevin had died from a heroine
> > overdose. The next week, the police removed the balls from the ball
pit.
> > There was rotten food, several hypodermic needles: some full, some
> > used; knives, half-eaten candy, diapers, faeces, and the stench of
urine.
> > Don't think it's just McDonald's either.
A little boy had been playing in a ball pit @ a Burger King
& started complaining of his legs hurting.
He later died too. He was found to have snake bites all
> > over his legs & buttocks. When they cleaned the ball
> > pit they found that there was a snake's nest in the ball pit.
He had suffered numerous bites from a very poisonous snake.
> >
> > Repost this if it scares the crap out of you!!
Repost this if you care about kids!!
Please forward this to all loving mothers, fathers
> > and anyone who loves and cares for children!!
What has this world come to??
If a child is not safe in a child's play area then where??
> >
> >
> >
> >
