Complaint No#20

Should read:Suspected area of misconduct.Whatever,it's almost 4am in the morning.

The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows,said Rocky Balboa,and this will be my last blogpost before I leave Subang.

It was an eerily dark night and the artificial illumination served no purpose whatsoever to curb the chilly atmosphere.And when you cross the line of the red spots,shit happens,as it happened to me.

You may hear but a humble whisper,or feel a slight tap on your shoulder.Whatever you do,please do not run,but do turn around slowly,and confront the shadow behind you.
(Warning:Not for the faint-hearted)

The shadow slowly opens his mouth and mutters a language I don't quite understand.After a few moments I realize that he had said:"Lengzai,can you speak Cantonese?",in well,Cantonese.


Exact words are lost in translation,but the shadow will tell you that he somehow invested poorly,and lost 60000-70000ringgit while claiming to be the most unfortunate soul in the world.And all he needed was a few ringgit to get back home,perhaps to his loved ones,

I had looked at him in the eye.I had sensed his sincerity.His desperation.I had believed him.I wanted to believe him.
Rule of thumb:Stranger danger,be careful with your wallet.
I still had enough sense to take 14 steps back then pull my wallet out.I gave him a 5.Thought maybe I could get a +1 for Karma,or maybe get on the good side of whoever may be out there.He had thanked me.

Last night while I was walking down the exact same street and around the right time,when there came a tap on my shoulder,and the familiar phrase..

Just maybe.But I know it not to be true.This is why people lose their faiths in other people.This is why I lost mine.

Goodbye,Subang.Goodbye,mysterious shadowy figure.