ei TS... u post her not much use lah... ppl read then noe dun read dun noe... go report police lar! juz call 999, tell them got this kind this kind of thing happening at where where... they will send people to check it up and patrol the place more 1... no police in this forum 1 i think ...do the right thing

i got snatched twice at ss2/6. twice also just near outside front of my house. and i personally saw 3 snatching cases before, also at ss2/6, also in front of my house. got one girl, she fell backward, and her head hit the road, and blood just gushed out. my landlord brought her to hospital. and all these cases happened in broad daylight, around 8am - 9am, where the road ss2/6 is kinda busy with cars becoz ppl going to work or school (those staying here, should know that for road ss2/6, if go straight can go to chow yang one). there were many many more snatch cases.

anyway, i did report police. i bet all the other victims also reported to police. but to date, no police come ronda ronda also. sien.

hmm if it's people on motorbike, maybe we should start equipping ourselves with pepper spray? You can spray and run at the same time lol - of course, run in the opposite direction of the road so the bike can't follow you as easily?

I don't think the police would act unless something serious happened, like arson or kidnapping since everywhere in malaysia generally have pretty high crime rates

For those of you with PLANTS/TREES outside surrounding your house, please beware.

My cousin was robbed a month ago right in front of her house in BANGSAR when she came back from work at night(around 10pm+). Two guys on a motorbike were hiding behind a pine tree outside her house. When she got down from her car they jumped out.

She screamed but her parents in the house thought it was the TV. Then the guys pointed a parang at her and took her briefcase with all her workload plus handphone and purse in it and sped off. My cousin was stunned for a while couldn't say anything. Traumatised.

After that her parents cut off all the trees in front of their house.

This post has been edited by baoz: Feb 14 2009, 11:44 PM

police cannot do anything unless you got the plate number.

i was walking with my friend at kepong area on the way to food court (a LOT of peoples). So right in front of food court dy suddenly a bike came from the back and snatch her handbag. she resist so the indian guy pulled/drag her along on the floor for few meters until she let go... and those stupid ahpek makcik cina all sit there tengok saja and shout... none of them came and chase that guy... there's an ahpek in front of us already on his bike could have chase that indian.. but he just sit there on his bike waiting for the food to tapao.. so stupid rite.. my friend got bruise and cuts and bloods... report police, useless, nothing can be done.. only some paperwork is done. that's all

this must be all the kayu ara people!!!

Not all of it im sure, some of them are from flats near mutiara damansara.

Yeah, the police can't really do anything AFTER the robbery has happened. So the only thing to do is to be AWARE and take care of yourself before anything happens. PREVENTION is better than cure (which here in Msia, ain't gonna happen anytime soon).

Try to move around at unpredictable times (eg: don't always go out of ur house at a certain set time, vary your travel schedule). Always hold something that can be used as a makeshift weapon (Umbrella, pepperspray - hold it IN YOUR HANDS! NOT IN UR BAG! etc)

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams
- Eleanor Roosevelt

Another type of robbery:

I was told that a chinese man dressed in business suit and looked damn smart was 'looking' for something at the street at 8am in the morning. 2 aunties, feeling curious went over and asked what is he looking for. he told them he was looking for his bracelet. then, he whipped out a knife and robbed them.

so becareful of people even they looked smart in nice suits. it happened in Seremban though. Baronic, be careful ah!

just happened yesterday... ss2, my neighbour got robbed, all 5 of them while walking at night around 9pm... usually i am the one jogging but i went to play futsal that day.

extracted from another online source, yet to try but should work :

QUOTE
Bukit Aman's Malaysia Control Centre (MCC)

Key in these hotline numbers (03-22627555/03-22626555)
into your mobile phone. They may save your life.

Those are the numbers for Bukit Aman's Malaysia Control Centre (MCC), the call centre for all police emergencies. The police are urging Malaysians to have these numbers in their mobile phone. Bukit Aman Public Relations Superintendent, Mohamad Daud said motorists may help prevent cases like the recent murder of assistant computer engineer Mohamad Nazri Ismail.

He added that even after the crime has occurred, the police could go to the crime scene in the shortest possible time and it may result in the capture of those responsible.

An MCC spokesman said the public from any parts of Malaysia can call the centre to report an emergency anytime. "We will direct the call to the nearest police station for the officers there to handle the matter," said the spokesman.
UNQUOTE

What is The Price of a Miracle?

Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. She then slipped out the back door and made her way to the local drug store.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question. "Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle." "I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist. "His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen, I have the money ! to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs." The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money". "How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago. "One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said, "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need." That well dressed man was a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents...plus the faith of a little child. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law...


This is to remind us that miracles happen every day, to each one of us. We just have to keep our eyes open and press on because, who knows, we may just be at the brink of a miracle!

OFF topic, Ts, is she your gf on your sign... quite cute leh.

Moderation Note

Title changed

Reason : Its better for us to start a thread whereby we can alert other users on criminal activities in our neighborhood !

well, on the 17th tuesday 3.30am, my house almost got break in. well, the fella climed in my outside main gate. he cutted my saftey grille door ad and he was trying to break in my wooden door. i was up stairs playing cs luckily in a coincidence i took off my headphone i heard this loud noisy down staris. soo i quicky woke up my dad and i quicky went back my room to bring my jotar-fighting stick (mostly security guard holds that matel stick) soo i went down i peeped through my windown saw this fella squatting down trying to break in.

than my dad quickly went on the lamp light the one on the gate and all. i quickly opened the wooden door i whacked him at his head with superior power of my strength one loud sound i heard and than his reaction after got hit by me was just like got hit by a pillow he can even picked up his cutter slowly while i was keep hitting his head like twice and he hitted me on my neck with his cutter. and dont know how hited my thumb nail. and it smashed. than i fall back than my dad rush to him he was trying to whack my dad and my dad snatched his cutter from his hand and whacked him back and he was running ad trying to climb out my house from the main gate. but than fail my dad pulled him back they both rolling on the floor than i quickly came back and whacked his head for like 5 times he doesnt seem to care or even block when i was hitting his head seriously hard he was just trying to let go from my dads hands holding his body. after that my dad let go he trying to climb over my neighbour house to escape i pulled him back than. i dont know somehow he pushed me back than he quickly climbed out from the gate again my dad was too late to pull him back dont have the right grip to pull and his legs are like moving here and there hard to grap hold of him and i manage to grap his leg that time but few seconds i cant stand already cause i've got no strength cause of my thumb nail smashed flowing all the blood

at last he escaped left all his tools behind a big cutter, a crowar stick i dont knwo how to spell it (u can see it if you play half life instead of cs1.6 is the knife in half like its a stick thats the stick) and a long screw driver

luckly he didnt hited me with that crowar stick or dont im dead! LOL

his only a really small size fella like 5 feet only and skiny. and believe me.
me and my dad whacked the hell out of him he didnt even made a small little noisy.
his an indonesian i believe can saw in his face
seriously he dont feel a damn thing when we both whacked him didnt even block! most probably on drugs or those indonesian sprit.

please tell us your housing area or vicinity. thanks

This post has been edited by beatlesalbum: Feb 23 2009, 05:36 PM

pj. taman sea

my drain cover in front of my house got stolen by scrap metal ppl