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Help Nab The Brain-Damaged

WHAT kind of an asshole who would go around splashing acid on random women ? Must be a psychotic idiot who has had a bad childhood or relationship with his female kind. Or he must  just simply be that brain-damaged for all we know. For the rest of us in the city, it's like living with the fear of Jack-The-Ripper around. Since March, he has traumatised 21 women with the latest victim on May 13 in Wangsa Maju. What's worst is that a mother and her one-year old who were standing in their house compound were also hurt on May 7.

Whatever it is, I'm really disturbed by it. I am worried for every random person, my friends, family and myself. Imagine both the physical and mental trauma that the victims have faced, and the traumatic phase that is before them due to the act of one selfish man who thinks that the world owes him something. The police has recently released a photofit of the man believed to be in his 30s, and rides on a motorbike that has a false registration number noted as WPV 4963. Having said that number plates can keep changing, so just be alert and look around more when you're out.

Those with information can call Rakan Cop hotline at 03-2155 9999 or SMS POLISKL at 32728.

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  1. Anonymous15 May, 2011

    wow, that's horrifying. drive with your windows up and carry plenty of water. If I lived in Kuala Lumpur I'd wear a full face helmet every time I left home until they caught the bastard. Stay safe Jaya

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  2. Well yes. I Pray they catch him soon n thanks.

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