I haven't blogged for quite sometime. It's not that I haven't got anything to write about; On the contrary, I often feel as if my mind is teeming with a thousand and one random little thoughts and fancies, but all lacking in focus and coherence. Often also, I feel like I am a little child who perpetually asks the question "Why?" because there seems to be so much in this world, and so much more about it, that I don't, or perhaps can never, understand.
I cannot fathom, for instance, why the 20-year old Indonesian maid in Sembawang, murdered her employer, despite the presence of the latter's two young children in the house at the time. I wonder, did the children bear witness to their mother's death? What could have gone through their heads if they did?
And what could have been in the mind of 20-year old Corporal Arvin, before he, presumably, shot himself in the head with his service revolver, last Saturday morning at his workplace? Of course, it has not yet been proven to be a suicide but how could a murder (if it had been one) have so blatantly occurred in the gymnasium of a police station, without the knowledge of the policemen on duty on that very same morning??
What about the dismembering of Liu Hong Mei by her 50-year old married lover? What could have prompted him to not only rob Ms Liu of her life's savings (by stealing her ATM card) but also to rob her of her life too? Did he think that he could commit such vile atrocities and still get away scot-free???
Honestly speaking, I didn't care much when terrorists abduct foreign workers and decapitated them in Iraq, when innocent children are held hostage and shot at in Cambodia, when numerous innocent lives are lost by bombings (suicide or otherwise) in Kashmir, Baghdad or Dagestan. However, when the sanctity of even one life is disregarded here in my own country, I can't help but be a tad rattled.
