Sunday, August 21, 2005

What Is Your Police Moment?


Soft like bunnies

I don't know exactly what ignited the conversation. Or who. But while feasting on Lotus's tandoori chicken at 3 o'clock in the morning (right after dancing out the accummulated work related stress and worries at Poppy), I listened to the Gym Goddess and her encounters with the FBI, the Cleveland Police and yes, even Nasa.

Not to sound uninteresting, I joined in the tale telling, which included this one:

When I was in Ohio (hick state of America), it was tradition to have a doa selamat for the new batch of Malay kids studying at the University. It was agreed upon for that night that we have it over at one of the girl's apartment.

While we all sat around the living room and read passages from the Quran, we suddenly heard a piercing scream from the bathroom. Immediately, everyone rushed to the scene to find a soaking wet M, who shockingly spilled abusive words from her petite mouth.

It was that night we found out that she was possessed.

My Pa called M's mother, and she immediately asked whether M was wearing the talisman. To our horror, she was not. Kicking and screaming, the men pulled her into the bedroom while yelling out God's name. Children cried. Everyone in the living room kept on reading the Quran. After the longest 15 minutes of my life, M finally sighed and fell asleep. The men trembled.

"The police are here!" Apparently, the nosy neighbors called the cops.

My Pa and the president of the Malaysian Students Association went to the front door to welcome them in. When they went in, they had this "What the hell happened in here" type of look. I guess for an American mat salleh, seeing groups of men and women sitting cross legged in the leaving room with a screaming women in the bedroom does seem suspicious.

After 30 minutes of interviewing President, the cops left. They believed our story that M was claustrophobic.

But, I swear, the neighbors didn't believe our story. It was also damn annoying how they peeked through the curtains and sneered at us when we left.

27 Comments:

Blogger shobshob said...

wah that is so freaky!!

i think the neighbours & police must have thought that you guys were some cult or ajaran sesat kot.. kan?

2:42 AM  
Blogger CherryBakewells said...

sounds like asia works in progress ;P

3:01 AM  
Blogger BJ said...

Dude, talk about cops. Somehow all my brush with the law was in the States only.

i) Numerous visits by DC cops to my apt thanks to my senile and paranoid neighbour. He has six locks to his apartment.

ii) Charged in court for reckless driving and I was BANNED from driving in the state of Virginia for two years.

iii) Framed by bunch of frat boys who scratched some lady's car and left a note saying was my friend's car.

iv) Stopped at Arizona/California border for questioning. I was driving a van with bunch of Malaysian. They thought I was a black dude trying to smuggle Mexicans in. It was 4am at that time.

Damn, I have more. Probably should blog about this.

3:15 AM  
Blogger dudae_simboyo said...

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ha ha funny. wei, i am trying to promote bbu, so your feedback would be appreciated. thanks....

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3:25 AM  
Blogger Pojan said...

My police moment was when my rented room was broken in by thief and stole my purse, new hp and my precious ring. (Dem you, thief!!). When I lodged a report, the policewoman wrote in my report that i accidentally drop my purse and lost it because my own report, despite my long story abt ppl breaking into my room and all. So I asked her "eh, saya tak tercicir la purse saya. Org pecah masuk bilik saya dan curi." She looked at me and say "Skarang apa yang penting? IC kan? U nak buat IC baru kan?".

So you see, to make her work easy, she simply said that i lost my things because of my own carelessness.

12 days later, i walked into the very police station to lodge a report on 2nd break in. Yeah, i was robbed,again.If only they took action earlier.

Dont you just love Malaysian Police?

4:25 AM  
Blogger mangolisa said...

ayahpin is gone! hidup ayahmuddy!

5:57 AM  
Blogger kepala_angin said...

if that had happened after 9/11, those police would be singing different tunes eh..

6:28 AM  
Blogger thingsaboottogetvaryinterestinghear said...

i bet she was just being a little attention whore.

12:05 PM  
Blogger Vlad said...

Cops and nosy neighbours sums up the people I most hate in the universe. And I rarely hate people.

5:05 PM  
Blogger Foxybabe said...

Have you ever wonder...
Why does USA cops are closely related to Dunkin Donuts?
Why donuts?
Kan?? kan?? kan?

Malaysia cops=yusof haslam, gerak khas.. etc.. etc..

5:29 PM  
Blogger chics said...

aiyohh..

perhaps the girl should be possesed something like exorcist or omen baru they want to believe kot.

If i were one of u guys i'll told your neghbour that they r next..hehe

5:44 PM  
Blogger The Yoga Instructor said...

police moments, one too many. many too boring.

nothing compared to witnessing an exorcism. i saw it with my very eyes. all the gruelly, gruesome, hoarse voice.. coming from my late grandmother.

it possessed her few times a couple of months before she passed away. as the exorcist (tapi pakai Quran lah) mumbled the prayer away, i swear, the sun like stopped shining for a good two minute. and it was 2 in the afternoon. and i saw something fired, stormed out of her mouth when it almost finished.

gives me goosebumps just writing this back.

6:40 PM  
Blogger thinktankgal said...

Yep - I agree with Kepala Angin - it would have been a different story if this happened post 9/11....Anyways, my encounter is US police was when I was driving with my friend in the Bay Area in SF and I took a wrong turning (not used of left hand drive :-)) and the policeman was nice enuff to let us go coz we are the typical tourist....heh!heh! Phew!...Cheers!

6:50 PM  
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6:50 PM  
Blogger silent said...

my police moment was being interrogated and held by the FBI for an hour at the chicago airport just because my passport had the words "binti" and "Mohd". (it was 6 months after 9/11). horrible horrible experience, but i live to tell. lol :P

6:52 PM  
Blogger madnessinvain said...

Four days in bloody lock-up. Need to say more? Fifth day, i am free as if nothing happened.

Yeah, such an experience.

7:59 PM  
Blogger NajMie said...

hoh hantu from Malaysia also sampai US is it. What airlines they use I wonder.

8:06 PM  
Blogger MarinaDelRey said...

Americans are so jakun when it comes to large gatherings of people sitting cross-legged in living rooms :-D ...my housemates and I had neighbours who threatened to call the cops on our apartment housewarming and we had to insistently tell them.. "We're not doing anything bad, we're only eating..REALLY!"
..and they still didn't believe us..

9:14 PM  
Blogger Sports Freak said...

How come most police moments is during university?? Is it we tend to break the laws more during uni?

Anyway, mine had to do with smoking weed at a friends house and the Australian Police (they we're checking on a domestic violence call from the neighbours).. Thank god Marijuana is de-criminalized in Canberra. Hence, we just carried on smoking whilst the cops were asking us questions..

10:22 PM  
Blogger Muddy said...

shobshob :

hahahhaa...and the fact that President was wearing a red baju melayu also didn't help.

cherrybakewells :

Muahahhahaha! You know what? A friend of mine actually brought me into one of their introductory seminars, which included my friend graduating from the programme. They later told me what it entails and how much. When i said i didn't have the money (which i thought was a good excuse denoting i tak nak), some told me they would be ok in paying on my behalf.

Are they nuts or what?

bj :

Muahahhahaha!!! Those are damn good experiences with the uniform man!!! And LOL on #4!!!! Yeah, they always mistaken us for mexicans/phillipino/american indian. Sheesh.

5:21 PM  
Blogger Muddy said...

dudae :

My position in BBU still stands! :) Where the bowling at? (Lets not make it in the morning...pleassssseeeeeee)

pojan :

Sheesh!!! I can't believe that female uniform simply tulis suka hati dia je. WTF??? Well, i know that not all are like this, but it amazes me that most are. Damn.

goddess mangolisa :

Muahahahahha!!! Ayah Muddy? There's some kinks in that...huhuhuhu ;P

5:25 PM  
Blogger Muddy said...

kepala angin :

hahahhaha when you said that, i pictured them uniforms singing "FAME"! Muahahahha...

thingsabout...:

Hahahhahahah!!! No lah, memang she's possessed. Apparently, someone did not like her family and so cast a jinx to the parents. But i guess their imam kuat, so the jinx withered to her. It's sad cause medically, the doctors said she's fine. But, without the talisman, she will be speaking tongues. Damn.

vlad :

I cannot stand nosy neighbors! In my old neighborhood, there was this one particular bitch who could not keep her nose to herself. she spread rumors that i was bringing girls into my parents home, when in fact, THOSE GIRLS were either my cousins or uni friends who came by to practice for presentations. Sheesh!!!

5:32 PM  
Blogger Muddy said...

Foxybabe :

Hahahahah...it could perhaps be that Dunkin Donuts are the few pastery shops that are open 24 hours. So its their form of mamak kot, but then again, i am purely speculating.

To think about it, i don't mind a chocolate donut right now...hehehe.

chics :

Hahahaha...thank God she did not turn into Blair that night, or else memang aku cabut lari! It wasn't that scary, but the fact that she was behaving wayyyy out of control was very freaky. A shrieking woman is not a pretty thing to hear.

yoga :

OHMYGOD!!! You saw something? Gosh, that gives me the creeps. Hmmmm...the thing is that it is such a hush thing now that some people actually own demons to protect them from stuff. I overheard the Elders talking, and they said that my cousin had to inherit this spirit because his father passed away. I was like wtf???

5:38 PM  
Blogger Muddy said...

thinktankgal :

hahahahh...yeah, i totally feel you about left hand driving. I got sooooo used to it that when i came back to msia, i always get blur when trying to go to the driver's seat. or driving on the road, for that matter. hehehehe...

silent :

huhuhu...but who can blame for their ignorance kan? all they know is that muslims carry bin or binti, and immediately we are suspects. aiyohhhh. but yeah, cool experience. were they nice to you though?

wayyyy before 9/11, when i was in california's airport, the lady at the airport called upon non-american's as "intruders". She was like "intruders this way". Sheesh!!!

madnessinvain :

Hahahah...what did you do man? Four days will seem like an eternity, especially if you got the wrong company, if ya know what i mean. Muahahhahah!!!

5:44 PM  
Blogger Muddy said...

najmie :

Hahhaha...i actually thought about that too! The thing is M's mother also thought that if M was in the States with her, things won't be as bad. But tak tahu lah, the spirit pun ikut ke the States. Aiyoo, airline mana dia guna, i dunno. ;P

marinadelray :

Heya babe, how are you? :) And yeah, one time back in the States, i brought my mat salleh friends over for makan makan which would included eating bersila style. It was hilarious! And they were like, "We love you muddy, but we seriously need tables and chairs." Muahahahah!!!

sportsfreak :

Dude!!! How cool is that??? Exactly, i don't see nothing wrong with a little puff here and there with the Greens. the key element is to regulate, that's all. Smoke up! ;P

5:53 PM  
Blogger silent said...

intruders?? do they have any idea how much tourists contribute to their industry? their salaries? their swanky homes and cars? argh. if they really don't want the world, then please move to the moon.

oh, and, i'm not sure if it was an accidental typo, but i think you meant "her parents' IMAN kuat..." not IMAM.

Iman is faith. Imam is the guy who leads in prayer...

8:14 AM  
Blogger Muddy said...

silent :

hahahahahah...as mentioned at the wedding, it was a typo. i am not a complete hopeless case when it comes with BM okay! ;P

12:59 AM  

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