Like wtf?

I had the experience of my life few hours ago.
I can't believe it happened. To me.
It was not tragic, but it certainly is an experience worth mentioning over and over again.

So at around 10pm, I was gonna depart from my house to Subang to meet Richmond and Nick and whoever who was there.
I already had this slight feeling that something may happen because my grandmother kept advicing me to drive safe and it's not good to go out so late at night.
She mentioned it more than usual but I did not want to think of it that much.
And summore my glasses was being fixed and my mum actually adviced me not to drive as I did not have my glasses.

So anyway, I just drove out.
When I reached the first roundabout,
I started off proper like usual and attempted to eat into the inner lane which I couldn't because there were cars.
So I kept the outer lane and drove slowly.
So fine, one car from the inner lane cut passed me.
Then suddenly,
out of nowhere,
this dark coloured car zoomed very near to the right of my car, honked and braked suddenly.
Instincts will make me brake my car too at that very time as I did not want that car to bang into me.
So I braked.

Then came the split second moment when we decided on who should go first.
As I was about to step on the oil,

*bang*
Yes. not very loud.

I drove off abit, thinking it was some stuff that fell of from my back seat.
I looked into the mirror.
WTF.
A man lying on the floor picking his motorcycle up.
SHit. I did not know wat to do.
My father always advised my siblings and I not to stop when a car bang you from the back as he may be up to no good.
And at that very same roundabout 2 weeks ago,
a motorcycle banged into my mum who was using my car and she had many people surrounding her and threatened her.

So obviously naturally I would pray that none of those things would happen to me.
I drove off slowly, as I knew it would just be a small thing as the bang wasn't even very loud.

Then my worst nightmare came through.
I looked to my left, a car was following me damn fast.
I sped a little, hoping he would give up and would just show his anger.
He didn't.

He came even quicker now.
I looked to my left. It was a chinese man,
a very very angry one.
He shouted some things in cantonese. Something which went like 'I still dared to run?'
The vulgarity came abit later.
Then he rolled down his windows.
He brought out some handcuffs.
WTf. It was damn freaky I tell you.
I was like shit. I am so dead. Pls go away.

Then he drove off alittle faster, attempted to brake in front of me,
he kept asking me to stop.
HOW COULD I?
I did not know who he was.
What if he's some big shot gangster who was gonna kill me.

This time, I stared at him again.
And woah,
for the first time in my life,
a gun was pointed to me.
right towards my car heading for my face.

My right leg immediately shifted to the brakes.
And slowed down my car.

HE stopped right in front,
Came down.

I locked my doors.
He tried to open my door.
Who was he. WAt does he want?

He started shouting in cantonese. He said I dared to hit and run. He was furious. At least he looked like he was.
I remembered he had a gun.
I opened the door. I was nervous.
He asked for my IC and driving license, I gave him both.

Man : YOU HIT AND RUN??? #%@#%@# (cantonese)

Me : sorry! i duno wat happened. maybe we shud turn back (english)

Man : wat you dont know. (english)

HE then took my identity cards with him and asked me to follow his car to the police station in S.Alam nearby.

I called my dad immediately while trailing his car, and told wat happened.
Till then, I still am not sure who he was.

We went back to the roundabout, the motorcyclist was no longer there.

Then we arrived.
Out of panicked and confusion,
I simply parked the car.
He asked me to repark.

But i wasn't scared. No. Not at all.
I had a strong argument.
I know wat happened clearly.
I am not someone who gives in easily.

He started telling the story to the policemen.
A crapshit overly exaggerated story.
Which was not even true.
Not a single bit.

He looked at the side of my door and told the police the motor banged there, causing the dent.
I told him it was caused by my house gate.
But no, the police doesn't listen to you.

One even came nearby and said "pagar mana boleh macam ni"
I felt like slapping his face.

But i did not lose my cool.
I even asked the chinese man," do you even know where the motor hit me?"
He did not reply at first.
I said, "the back. see this marks?"

But he continued with his bullcrap stories.
I said,"Can you let me explain my side of the story?"
Then he said "don't need.i was the witness! I saw"

Saw?
All you saw was a man falling from his motor and me driving off.
And you assumed I hit him off and I ran.

The conversation between me and him in the policestation was pretty pointless.
I kept talking to him, but he had stupid replies.
The more I talked to him, the more confident I felt.
I knew he doesn't know anything about what really happened.
HE just simply assumed.

Then there was once when I decided to remain silent.
He talked all shit and smoked his cigg.
I just crossed my hands and stared away.
Then he asked "do you think you were in the right or wrong??"
I did not reply.
He asked again.
I chose not to reply again.
He then asked again.
Which I finally said,"Whatever I say is gonna be wrong. wat's the point?"
He said something stupid which I had forgotten which prompted me to say,"I don't think I'm in the wrong honestly"

"are you a police?"

"If i'm not a police, why i bring you to balai?"

"can i see ur badge?"

He showed me his card.

"Oh ... you kurang ajar ah.."

"?? like that also kurang ajar?"

"kurang ajar la!"

I seriously didn't know it is against the citizen rights to demand for a proof that a certain someone is a police after he took my identity cards.

He was just waiting there for the motorcyclist to report. It was so obvious. He just wanted someone or something to stand on his side. Because he wasn't even a proper witness.

Anyway,
thinking back about my conversation with him is such a pain in the ass.
Now I understand wat the public sees of the police force. And to think I was at their side once. Bah.

My dad arrived not long after,
which was perfect timing.

Suddenly the police acted all nice and chicken shit in front of my father.
Which sucks obviously.
And my dad miraculously solved everything through talking.

My siblings arrived then and I was sent home.
My dad took the man to teh tarik or something.

I also found out that he apologised to me through my dad.
-_-
I think he eventually realised that,
YOU DONT JUST SIMPLY SCARE PPL OFF BY SHOWING OFF UR HANDCUFFS AND POINT A GUN AT PEOPLE?
Omg. If only I can report him.
SIMPLY MAN.
ARGHH.

And someone bang me from the back I got the right not to stop ok?
You don't need to chase me all the way jus because you assumed I banged into him.

Man.
The way he approached me was all rude.
I don't blame his actions actually,
normal instincts for a policeman.

But the way he approached me I felt was simply too much.
And was very rude too.
He even made fun of my inability to speak chinese as a chinese.

So after all that crap,
I obviously didn't get to go to subang anymore.
Which was pretty unfortunate,
but to be honest,
I wasn't even really affected by what had happened.
Somehow,
I had the courage to speak firmly to the accuser.
Maybe because I know that I was not in the wrong.

Seen those greatest police chase on tv?
I never thought I would be involved in those kinda things!
man.
-_-

I also don't think this is something I would forget very soon,
but wat the heck.

Roundabouts have always sucked in my opinion anyway.


p/s:off to vietnam. brb on tuesday!



-alexeO-