Two pieces of news have been troubling me lately. The first one is about a young Malaysian man Yong Vui Kong who is on death row in Singapore for trafficking drugs.
According to reports, Yong was convicted on Jan 7 last year for trafficking 47g of diamorphine, a capital offence under Singapore's Misuse of Drugs Act. He was arrested on June 13, 2007 at the age of 18.
I can't help but feel affected when I read about how his family members had knelt in front of our president's palace gates appealing for his death sentence to be commuted to life imprisonment. While I know what he did was very wrong, how can I, a parent of an 18-year-old son, not sympathise for him and his family.
I'm trying to recall what I was like at that age. I was fresh-faced and not at all street-smart, in fact still very guillable. Luckily my parents were protective and made sure I didn't mix with the wrong company. Yong isn't so lucky, now his fate lies in the hands of our president.
This pomeranian wasn't even given any chance. He was brutally bashed to death by a man in the public. The penalty for murdering a pet, believe it or not, is one year imprisonment and/or a maximum fine of S$10,000.
Is it enough? I don't think so.