28 July 2010, 4.15 p.m.
It was a beautiful day. I was cycling in the big sun like I always do.
I was listening to MyFM with earphone connected to my cellular phone. I heard a motorbike is approaching me from behind. I thought it was some Indian boys who tried to mocking me.
All of a sudden, a hand grabbed my earphone and tried to take my cellular phone from my pants' pocket. Immediately I grabbed the dark skin tone hand and struggled a little bit trying to retrieve my phone but in vain.
They were two Indian bastards. Ugly, thin, about 40, no white sparkling teeth like Obama but have similar skin tone. "Keluar! Keluar! Money!", the guy on the front seat yelled.
"No money.", I replied. "Keluar! Money!", he continued to yell at me. The guy on the back seat continued to be silent.
The guy which holding my phone turned on the speaker of my phone and switched to Minnal FM which is a Tamil radio channel. Suddenly, they sang: "I want no money, no money but phone! I want no money, no money but phone!" while performing Indian traditional dance. Haha. This is what I always see in Bollywood movies. They always dance and sing for no reasons.
The real situation was I came down from my bike. "No money, no dompet!", I said. May be I really look like a poor boy without any pocket money, they left.
I was stupid because I didn't see the motorbike's plat number. Otherwise I can report to the policemen.
That day was my mom's birthday too. Haiz ~~~