He came to the side of my window and tapped on it lightly, but still looked quite fierce. Then I meekly winded down the window since I had not much choice left. I was not going to do a runner and do a car chase. That'd be the end of me. Miraculously my car didn't even touch his car. But he was making such a big fuss. So we pulled over at USJ11.. and he called two of his friends over. His car license plate read www.vinod.com at the bottom. Anybody familiar? Then my grandfather and grandmother arrived. My grandfather, not one to hold his temper, started asking me not to cry and suggested that we report to the police. I know that if it was my granddad who was negotiating with the guy, everything would be worse. But he just kept mumbling something about "haiyah, claim insurance la!!" while walking around without looking at the indian guys. I was still crying like a mad woman. Then my uncle Alex called me on the handphone and wanted to negotiate with the guy. Apparently, he "trusted" me so we were supposed to exchange numbers. But the thought of forking out for the cost was what made me cry somemore. And what my father would have done to me when he got home. After that my aunty Adeline and cousin Kwan Hoong(he's studying in seafield) came to my aid. My father arrived half an hour later and he negotiated with my dad till they settled on RM500. His rim was abit knocked, and his "honda lights" were cracked and his number plate was loose. He wanted RM700+RM500 for the lights AND the rim. I mean with stories of Darren Kang and the lady who got rolled over by an angry driver ... we don't want to take risks now do we? I had another cousin coming to my rescue, Cousin Hong Weng who was at that time working in PJ..but arrived too late and went to my house to check on me. I feel so grateful and bad that he had to brave the jam and come all the way.

I still had to drive all the way home.


His rim...

His slightly detached number plate. (my grandfather's sexy legs in the reflection)


His "honda lights" in his iswara. Cracked.


My grandfather, not looking happy.


Me still crying(i think).. cousin brother kwan hoong in yellow..granddad leaning against the car, and grandmother in red and aunty Adeline in white.

Scary guy and a friend(who looks like Fabian of Hitzfm.)


Close up.


My car unscratched.

He called two of his friend.. his gang. I called my whole family. My gang.

I went back and dad just spoke to me nicely about whether I learnt my lesson.. and I stayed over at Chien's house that night. to help her make muffins for the SPA carnival. This afternoon while I was doing my physics experiment, Dad called me and asked me if I am feeling better and whether I had any nightmares. I tell you, it was pretty traumatic. Pray that I won't be in any scary situations like this ever again.

=D Mine came in a mountain of ice covered completely with Sago, Kiwis, Strawberries, Balls of honeydews and mangoes.. mmmmmmm..:)

I love KL at night and would love to walk all over the city with my-future-him one day. :) The atmosphere is just so great. But let's just hope that I won't get mugged? :)
The cooling atmosphere(much thanks to those vapour fans) and the laid back crowd, there's just something so special about nights in KL. I'm not like your normal young person when I think KL, I don't think "OOOOH CLUBBING LA"...I think great food, great crowd, great scene, great shopping, great lifestyle. I'm definitely a city person.