Terror has reached New Heights
The following content is dedicated to our beloved colleague, Zhenrong.
People have asked the victim what had happened and described the incident to me after that.
I will try my best using my imaginations to relate the story closely to the actual event as much as possible.
Please note that it is based on a true story and it must not be imitated at all.
On a fateful day, Zhenrong had the intention of feasting on chilli crabs. He left his home and took a lift downstairs. Having to be all excited about what he was going to eat and all, he wasn't very much awared that he had been followed by a stranger. After quite a distance of walking, the stranger alerted Zhenrong and he turned around. The stranger turned out to be an Indian. Not those Bangala kind that one might think, but a typical Indian. He was wearing a casual top and a pair of bermudas. The Indian asked Zhenrong what time was it at that moment. Zhenrong wasn't the least interested in talking to him and ignored him by listening to his Ipod. He inserted the earphones firmly into place and continued walking.
Now, that is rude if you asked me.
This is the first mistake which he made that could have pissed the Indian off. Well... if I am the one who is being asked about the time by an Indian, I probably would have thought twice. Knowing that Indians are fond of drinking alcohol and that it is in their blood that they can drink well, the perfect answer to give them in this kind of situations would be...
'Hey, what's the time now?'
'It's Tiger Time.'
The Indian didn't give up still. He tried to get hold of Zhenrong's attention again by asking him directions. Even though the destination was being pointed out, the Indian insisted that Zhenrong brought him there. At that point of time, it was obvious that something was wrong. Zhenrong became suspicious and took off quickly.
But it was too late.
The Indian took out a chopper and slashed him from behind.
Chopper as in those which butchers use to chop meat. Not a regular sized knife at all. It was a big heavy chopper and the only blade which could win that would be a samurai sword.
And the funny thing was, the elastic band of the bermudas was strong enough to hold the chopper in place.
Zhenrong was stunned as soon as his arm was cut.
'Give me your handphone!' said the Indian.
When you see a guy holding a chopper and demanding something from you, it is only wise to do as he says.
Zhenrong surrendered his Nokia 6230 to him and also asked him if he wanted his wallet and Ipod as well.
Having to offer an Ipod and a wallet as a package from the victim is already absurd enough but the best has yet to come.
The Indian rejected the two additional items.
I am not sure if he was aware that he was committing an armed robbery or not. But I am sure that it is too retarded to be charged for one just for the sake of an handphone. Maybe he already has a nice branded wallet and a 1000Gig Mp3player. That's why he thought there wasn't a need at all for having more.
I do not know what Zhenrong was thinking at that moment but he sounded calculative too. He did offer to the Indian the 2 items but was rejected. He had no choice but to take them back and knewing that the Indian wasn't greedy at all, Zhenrong decided to try his luck. He asked if he could at least have his Sim card back.
They happened to be the best 2 comedians a crime scene has to offer and everything turned out fairly well. Zhenrong got back his Sim card and the desperate Indian managed to get an handphone.(Probably to call his friends to meet up for a drinking session at the coffeeshop.)
The Indian left and Zhenrong struggled on seeking help.
He came upon a malay woman and asked for help. She saw that he was bleeding heavily and lent a helping hand,
by giving Zhenrong a piece of tissue paper and went off.
What.The.Fuck.
Sometimes it's best not to rely on others. Fortunately, Zhenrong managed to reach the police station without further injuries or mishaps. He made a police report and was told to go to a hospital immediately.
He got a deep wound and was given a long MC to rest.
Right now he's probably enjoying his time...
thanks to an Indian friend.
People have asked the victim what had happened and described the incident to me after that.
I will try my best using my imaginations to relate the story closely to the actual event as much as possible.
Please note that it is based on a true story and it must not be imitated at all.
On a fateful day, Zhenrong had the intention of feasting on chilli crabs. He left his home and took a lift downstairs. Having to be all excited about what he was going to eat and all, he wasn't very much awared that he had been followed by a stranger. After quite a distance of walking, the stranger alerted Zhenrong and he turned around. The stranger turned out to be an Indian. Not those Bangala kind that one might think, but a typical Indian. He was wearing a casual top and a pair of bermudas. The Indian asked Zhenrong what time was it at that moment. Zhenrong wasn't the least interested in talking to him and ignored him by listening to his Ipod. He inserted the earphones firmly into place and continued walking.
Now, that is rude if you asked me.
This is the first mistake which he made that could have pissed the Indian off. Well... if I am the one who is being asked about the time by an Indian, I probably would have thought twice. Knowing that Indians are fond of drinking alcohol and that it is in their blood that they can drink well, the perfect answer to give them in this kind of situations would be...
'Hey, what's the time now?'
'It's Tiger Time.'
The Indian didn't give up still. He tried to get hold of Zhenrong's attention again by asking him directions. Even though the destination was being pointed out, the Indian insisted that Zhenrong brought him there. At that point of time, it was obvious that something was wrong. Zhenrong became suspicious and took off quickly.
But it was too late.
The Indian took out a chopper and slashed him from behind.
Chopper as in those which butchers use to chop meat. Not a regular sized knife at all. It was a big heavy chopper and the only blade which could win that would be a samurai sword.
And the funny thing was, the elastic band of the bermudas was strong enough to hold the chopper in place.
Zhenrong was stunned as soon as his arm was cut.
'Give me your handphone!' said the Indian.
When you see a guy holding a chopper and demanding something from you, it is only wise to do as he says.
Zhenrong surrendered his Nokia 6230 to him and also asked him if he wanted his wallet and Ipod as well.
Having to offer an Ipod and a wallet as a package from the victim is already absurd enough but the best has yet to come.
The Indian rejected the two additional items.
I am not sure if he was aware that he was committing an armed robbery or not. But I am sure that it is too retarded to be charged for one just for the sake of an handphone. Maybe he already has a nice branded wallet and a 1000Gig Mp3player. That's why he thought there wasn't a need at all for having more.
I do not know what Zhenrong was thinking at that moment but he sounded calculative too. He did offer to the Indian the 2 items but was rejected. He had no choice but to take them back and knewing that the Indian wasn't greedy at all, Zhenrong decided to try his luck. He asked if he could at least have his Sim card back.
They happened to be the best 2 comedians a crime scene has to offer and everything turned out fairly well. Zhenrong got back his Sim card and the desperate Indian managed to get an handphone.(Probably to call his friends to meet up for a drinking session at the coffeeshop.)
The Indian left and Zhenrong struggled on seeking help.
He came upon a malay woman and asked for help. She saw that he was bleeding heavily and lent a helping hand,
by giving Zhenrong a piece of tissue paper and went off.
What.The.Fuck.
Sometimes it's best not to rely on others. Fortunately, Zhenrong managed to reach the police station without further injuries or mishaps. He made a police report and was told to go to a hospital immediately.
He got a deep wound and was given a long MC to rest.
Right now he's probably enjoying his time...
thanks to an Indian friend.
posted by liwei at 10:57 PM
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