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Its been a week since the accident happened.

I was very nervous about driving at first. Still cried the day after. Was super nervous everytime a motorcycle drives past me. My eyes will dart left and right to watch if there’s a motorcycle coming up from behind. Its very, very tiring.

Now, things are more or less back to normal. I am able to drive without fretting too much. Not so scared about being on my own or going out on my own.

My mind has also stopped looping the same scene over and over and over….in fact, I consider it an improvement when my imagination made me into the hero. I imagined that I leapt out of my car, stick / weapon in hand, did a flying kick into the robbers and land with my feet on their chest pressing them down (cue anime scenario, me in my sailormoon type of uniform and my hair blowing out behind me).  Lol…this day dreaming sure beats the sad and negative ones where the scene always end up with me injured badly. So I’m cherishing this positive image.

On another positive note, ToyBoy is feeling a bit paranoid about my car and my safety. So I’m getting a new car! *double yay* Now we just have to decide on the car. I’m extremely fussy about the car I drive. Still can’t decide which car I want. I’m actually looking forward to driving a new car that wouldn’t remind me of my experience. Everytime I drive, I look at the window screen and I will remember what happened.

Till then…

xoxo

ToyGirl

 

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Yesterday I became a statistic. That’s the word the kept appearing in my mind after it happened.

I was robbed in my car yesterday whilst driving home at the junction on Jalan Dato Abu Bakar at the traffic lights (turning left will lead you to Eastin Hotel). I was maybe the 5th or 6th car from the traffic lights. It was red. I was looking ahead. Not paying attention to anything much. Suddenly, I heard a banging sound from my left. I turn my head left and reeled back in shock! A Malay young guy was knocking on my window with his helmet! I looked right, looked back, there was no where for me to go. We were stopped bumper to bumper waiting for traffic light to turn green. By the time I turned my head back to the robbers (less that 5 seconds), he had already crashed through my window and pushed down the glass. Pieces of shattred glass was everywhere. I screamed. Tried to grab my handbag, but could not hold on to it. I turned my head frantically thinking maybe someone can help. But immediately realised I’m still in my car, strapped to my seat by my seat belt, my feet still on the brake pedal, the gear still in drive… Then I spotted my phone, next to me. Somehow, for some funny unexplainable reason, this made me let go of my bag. By then the lights and turned green, the robbers have sped off. It all happened in less than a minute.

I immediately burst into tears. I looked around me, wondering what to do next. Should I stop? Should I call someone? Should I pull over?

I didn’t dare to stop because my window is already shattered. I didn’t dare to pull over because there was no place to.

I started driving when I realised all the cars around me were going around my car to get on with their driving.

Right at the moment, I felt so alone. As though I was in my own world. I just got robbed, my window got smashed. Life goes on.

So I stepped on the pedal and drove along. All the while crying, hard (I’m a crier, if you know me). I started shaking by this time. My feet was doing its own tap dance on the gas pedal. I couldn’t stop crying.

I only managed to call ToyBoy once I have reached the next traffic lights at Jalan Kiara. By then I realised I’ve sprained my fourth finger on my left hand. Probably during the bag struggle. And there was some blood on a few of my fingers.

I reached my parents home, ToyBoy was waiting there for me with my mom. I was still crying. I couldn’t do anything else. Luckily for me, Toyboy took the situation in hand. Called all the banks to cancel the cards, called his mechanic to order a new window, took me to police station to make report and took me to his si-fu for prayers. By 9.30pm, everything was settled, except for my IC and driving license which will be done today. A sentence went through my head then, All in a Day’s Work. Ironic.

After all that, back home, showered, sleepy. My mind started recalling the moments in that short minute. My mind was like a broken CD that kept looping again and again and again. Needless to say I couldn’t sleep very well. Everytime I woke up, it was the image of the robber smashing my window.

During this time, I also thanked my lucky stars. IT COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH WORSE!

My hands/arms could have been cut and slashed during the short struggle.

My arms could have been cut like my car seat by my bag’s metal buckle.

I could have stepped on the gas pedal and knock into the car in front of me in my panic.

I could have….

The ifs are endless….

In the end, life goes on. All is well. There wasn’t much cash in my wallet, maybe Rm50 – 70. So that’s my ‘private’ chuckle. All that work for them, but nothing gained except for a 10 year old Bally wallet.

xoxo

ToyGirl

P.s. I call this a statistic because I am one of them that left my handbag on the passenger seat. In plain view. So I must be case #xxxxx that this has happened to?