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The Day I Became a Statistic

Posted on: June 8, 2012

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.



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?


11 Responses to "The Day I Became a Statistic"

😦 Sorry to hear this that you have become a statistic. It sucks. I hope those people that took your bag pay for it slowly and painfully. They should never take what is not theirs and at the same time traumatizing you. Thank God you were not hurt.

But chin up ToyGirl and try to put it behind you. One day you will get your justice.

Dear Dream Weaver,
Thanks for your well wishes. Will learn to be brave. Still a bit nerve wrecking to drive. But life goes on.

your car windows tinted?

Yes it is.

Hey babe, heard the incident from unka. Gosh my heart beat stopped for awhile while reading your blog. Thank god you are fine! Big hug dear!

Thanks Steph!! 🙂

Im sorry tht it happened to u- had happened to my sister & friends too. I’m glad tht u are not seriously injured.
All the best

Thank you. 🙂

i there… my friend sent me your blog and i hear your pain. I too was robbed near this location – just after BHP gas station while waiting for the lights to turn green. I didn’t realise what happened and didn’t have time to fight back cos it happened so fast. I was just so stunt… and seeing everything moved so quickly at that time. Yes, it was 2 malay dudes on a bike. I dont recall how he smashed my left windows. it was indeed a wake-up call for me …. i thanks God that i am ok. however, am still paranoid when i drive now…

Wow. Reading my story must have brought it all back for you. I pray that we remain strong and confident.

OMG. Exactly same thing happened to me in November last year, at the same stretch. Mine was during morning rush hour. I was badly shaken too. The police DID NOT do anything after various police reports. We need to inform all.

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