Fuck You Robbers

Ever since I put up my MSN personal message, everyone has been asking what happened, so to make it simple, I decided to post up the story here instead of having to repeat it over and over again.

On 14th February (that’s Valentine’s day, in case you haven’t realized) approximately 2.30am, I was robbed by two fucking malay robbers outside Melati Utama condo. I was with a few college mates at Steven’s Corner before that, and Hik went to fetch me home. Since it was already after 12, he couldn’t park his car in the condo. So as usual, we parked it along the road, opposite the Melati school. Unfortunately, it was quite a distance away from the guard house, and not to mention that it was especially dark and quiet that night. Out of no where, a motorbike appeared. My sense of fear was proven accurate when the motorbike passenger hopped down from the back seat and ran towards me with a parang knife (it was a super long knife, I would assume it was a parang). Instinctively, I screamed my lungs out. He pointed the parang right at my face, it was so close from me, I swear, and started snatching my bag! I panicked, but didn’t want to let go, so I defended myself and held on my bag tight. I think the fucker yelled something, which Hik later on told me that it was “Bagi! Jangan lawan!” at the same time, the other motorcyclist hopped down and distracting Hik from helping me by hitting his head with a helmet.

You probably think that I was stupid enough to have fought back the robber. I only did so in order to drag the time, hoping that a car or something would eventually pass by. But it was such a lonesome night that I couldn’t even see a shadow except those of the FUCKING MALAY ROBBERS. Alas, he got my bag and together they sped off without leaving a trail. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK was all I could shout that time. And fucking blind I didn’t even manage to see their plated number! By the time a car passed by, the robbers were already gone. My head was filled with a mixture of anger, frustration, regret and I nearly broke down. The kind passerby contacted the police and asked us to make a report. As we waited for the police at the guardhouse, I was slowly recovering from the trauma and found the strength to cry. I cried like a sohai in front of the surrounding bystanders. I cried for my bad luck on such a day. I cried for they have taken along the Coach wristlet that my love bought for me only less than 2 months ago. The Valentine present I bought for Hik was gone as well.

Later on, we followed the police car back to the station to make a report. Hik did most of the talking as I was still crying for my losses. Thank goodness they did not snatch his belongings, or we both would be left penniless. My house key was inside my bag, and there was a resident pass on which my address was inscribed! Obviously, I gotta change the pad lock in case they hunt me down in the middle of night. Seeing that I couldn’t go home, I spent the night in Hik’s house, still recovering from the traumatic incident. The scene of him charging towards me with the knife, it was so vivid that I could hardly take it off my mind. I was shaking uncontrollably in fear when I recall the unpleasant experience. So many times have I heard about robberies, but it was completely different when I was the victim. The whole thing was so real, so fast, so scary, and so dramatic. We were so helpless X(

There was only RM200+ in my purse. I don’t think they would be interested in my Prepaid Master Card since there was only like, RM7 in the balance. Teehee. I pray hard that they don’t figure out my ATM pin code. Now to think bout it, I am so glad that I wasn’t stupid enough to have used my IC number as my pin. I’ve seen many people doing so, and somehow it just doesn’t seem safe. The bank and other government departments are closed on the weekend. So I wouldn’t get to settle everything until tomorrow. No doubt it’s gonna be such a big hassle.

Once in a lifetime experience (yea, right), but I wouldn’t want a second time. Never have we thought that such predicament would fall upon us, hence the lack of precautions. Fortunately, both of us did not suffer any major injury. I had a minor scratch on my knee while Hik had a sore neck as the impact from the hitting. Don’t worry, he’s fine now. We are alive and kicking, and even carried on our Valentine plan without letting the nasty robbery ruined it. I never knew that San Francisco Steak House could be such a romantic place! It is our first Valentine day together, and definitely a great and unforgettable one! (note the irony here, wtfreak) I will post up pictures from last night as soon as possible.

Meanwhile,

FUCK YOU ROBBERS!!! WHY NOT YOU TWO JUST GET KNOCKED DOWN BY A CAR AND DIE???!

DIE!!!

DIE DIE DIE!!!

YOU’LL GET YOUR RETRIBUTION FOR ROBBING ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!

NABEH.


Thank you peeps for cursing along with me. May they die in no peace =)))