Stomp understands that the dispute was between a trio consisting of two men and one woman, and a larger group of men.
Both groups were not acquainted with one another.
The dispute is believed to have started when the trio walked past the group of men, who were seated and were having drinks.
One of the men from the group had reportedly held onto the woman's hand and asked her to join him for a drink.
The woman's husband, who was part of the trio, then confronted the guy.
The larger group of men then started assaulting the trio.
Compared with the extreme degree of social interaction required to maintain authority over women inmates, working in the booth on this male prisoners wing was a different, and, I thought, better place for me.
I was slow to catch on.
The buzzer rang without ceasing. And being a newbie, I always tried to answer.
â€œWhoâ€™s working today?" theyâ€™d call in from their cells. "Whoâ€™s this?â€�
Iâ€™d respond: â€œItâ€™s Carter.â€�
Theyâ€™d make a request. â€œI need (a grievance form/medical form/toilet paper/toothbrush/Advil/etc.) They promised me last shift...â€�
â€œIâ€™ll look into it.â€�
â€œThank you, Carter. I hear an accent. Where you from?â€�
And then, I learned, Iâ€™d have to shut it down, usually with a swift, â€œNone of your business.â€� Because what initially appeared to be harmless conversation often led to an inquiry into my personal life. And sharing anything personal with inmates is one of the first things they teach you not to do.
I was sharp enough to catch such obvious attempts at manipulation. But I continued to answer the buzzer as often as it rang.
After a few shifts in Delta, a male officer finally explained to me why the intercom rang so constantly. â€œThey keep buzzing because theyâ€™re masturbating to the sound of your voice,â€� he said.
I was dumbfounded. I was educated and had the highest score on the state exam of any cadet at that time. But training didnâ€™t prepare me for that moment.
Reading the utter disbelief on my face, the officer proved his point by answering the next few buzzers. Repeat callers would ask, â€œWhereâ€™s Carter?â€� And heâ€™d reply, â€œSheâ€™s out. Itâ€™s me now.â€�
In less than ten minutes, the buzzers all went silent.
Prime Minister Mahathir Mohamad told a press conference this morning that the Agong (King) has agreed to issue imprisoned Anwar Ibrahim a full and immediate pardon.
Kim Jong-unâ€™s siblings, aunt have already visited Sâ€™pore for fun. Except for Kim Jong-nam (the guy in the middle), who fled to Singapore to escape North Korean spies, and only managed to reach Malaysia before being assassinated by Vietnamese and Indonesian young women (Kim Jong Un denies any involvement in the assassination, swears he never even met these women), who will both rot away for the rest of their lives in a Malaysia prison.
But as Mahathir himself says, "We'll see how it goes from here..."
An angry crowd (baying for Najib's blood) had gathered at a Kuala Lumpur airport, shouting at vehicles and seeking to stop them entering, after a purported flight itinerary leaked online showed Najib and his unpopular wife were planning to head to Indonesia.