I am a victim

Today, my house got broke in.

I decided to ditch the bf today and come home straight from work to chill with mum, but it did not happen.

Mum came home at around 6.30pm after packing dinner for the both of us to a ransacked house. The lights were on and the hall cupboard was in a mess. She then found the kitchen door opened. She went up stairs to find the man hole in the ceiling ajar and all 3 rooms were in a mess too. It seems that the thief came through the roof and left through the back door.

The moment I reached the front gate of my house to find unfamiliar cars and motorbikes parked in front of my gate, I knew something was wrong. I remembered how my heart started beating 100x faster. My hands shaking.

The thief's motive was only money. Nothing else was taken. And he only took notes. He left all the coins. My digital camera was left there opened and its still here. He seemed to be in a hurry too as he didn't even go through everything.

The police came only after nearly an hour after mum called (as usual, we live in Malaysia). The funny thing was the first 2 offices who came just came to take a statement, and told us to not touch anything before the forensic people comes. Then later after nearly 2 hours, then comes the 'forensic' - one casual wearing officer and one with the camera. I wonder, are our minds being manipulated by all those Hollywood drama series or is this the real thing? The CSI team had this metal suit case where they have everything for lifting off finger prints to finding traces of blood. But what I saw today... there was no metal suit case, nor was there any finger print dusting. All the 'forensic' guy did was took a few pictures of the 'entrance' and my room. Then he took 2 cardboard boxes stating that finger prints can only be lifted off smooth surfaces. True enough... but er.... isn't the object suppose to be handled with care? Like for instance wearing gloves so that your finger print won't be left on the box too? And you don't have your own tag bag? They asked me for a plastic bag! A Tesco plastic bag! So 'professional'. And oh! He only took pictures of my room. How about the other 2 rooms and the hall and the 'exit?

Kata sudah ada suspek. Budak India kurus yang beroperasi sendiri dan curi hanya wang di kawasan ini. Tapi... aye.....Patutlah pencuri ini masih belum ditangkap!

Overall, we didn't lose much. Mum lost her old notes collection ($100, $50, $10, $5) and a few US dollar and I lost RM250. I'm actually not angry or sad about the incident. What I feel is fear. Imagine. How did the thief know which house to target? Both my neighbors on my left and right are at work too. So I ask you, how long has he been observing my house? How long has he been observing us? It's scary. Seriously.

This is the 2nd time it has happened to my family. The last time was nearly 20 years ago when I was still in primary school and still living in the old house. I remember my aunts coming to pick me up from school and not mum. Then went home to see the drawers all opened and thrown on my bed. That night, I dreamed that the thief was still in the house and I saw him.

After a whole night of cleaning up, mum finally came to me just now and told me something: Everything happens for a reason.

Is that true?