You'll think I am crazy

Nov 10, 2008 at 7:04 AM

... for blogging right after a crime scene at my property about an hour ago. Two men broke into my house. Into my room more like it. My room is the only room downstairs with 3 doors i.e, door to the living room, garden and kitchen. Two were locked but the other one wasn't.. COZ THE DOOR DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A LOCK!!

3ish AM

I saw someone opened my door with a small torch in his hands bending towards the chair nearby where i put my fan heater and my bags. I thought it was my housemate who just wanted to switch my heater off (WTH?). But then I realised that it wasn't her, it was a MAN. What's a man doing in our single sex house? - I thought. Then he went on searching other things on the table. That was when I realised that he's a thief. I started to panic. Didn't know what to do so I pretended to be asleep... He went out after a minute of "treasure hunt". That's when I quickly woke out of bed.

I called housemate but she didnt answer. Duh! It's 3am! I was very scared and grabbed my pants (from the floor) and put--- ok, skip that part- and thought about escaping through the kitchen's door. But I had a mixture of feelings. "What if he is still in the house?" "What if he has a gun or a knife with him?" I got more petrified now and went back to bed instead and read all the prayers that I know.

1min after.... White light came in from the living room.

HE'S BACK!!!??!! - at this point, I almost cried.

But this time, there were TWO men. They searched my stuff thoroughly. From my table to my closet and my drawers. I kept on pretending that I was unconscious and got my duvet to cover my eyes. I really thought I was gonna get killed. And die.

They searched and searched and searched, and then a minute later, they left. Leaving my doors well shut.

I waited for at least 30 seconds and then took the risk by calling 112 (phone was under my pillow). - what was I thinking? The song 'Don't Hate Me' -112.

1-2mins later...

I saw some sort of lights from the garden.

Then someone opened my door. I know. I am dead.

The light went straight to my face. Like DIRECTLY to my face. I ignored it. Coz i rather not know how I was killed.

"Police! Are you okay? You are safe" -- "Gosh! Thank you! Help me please!!" This is really "CSI" Miami Birmingham? I thought to myself.

You don't know how thankful I was to god. THANK YOU TUHAN. I have those random thoughts about being killed in a horrific way. If you ask me when was the time I was being so pessimist and a negative thinker? I would say.. that moment, that night (morning?), 10th November 2008.

Then I was interrogated by the police officers. They found my bags outside my house. With all my cards (useless cards). Two bags and some notebooks. MY PICHE (my pink book) is torn!!! EERRRRGGGHHHH....

I felt like crying when I saw my student ID. I am a student you bastards! You got nothing from students! NOTHING! Ok, that is so not true. We are richer. We don't pay the council tax, our bus pass is reduced. And I am a Bruneian.

So, I got all my belongings except for my...

*credit cards

*my camera

Apparently, they took all my credit cards from my purse. Fortunately, there wasn't any cash as I spent them all yesterday. (I bought a pair of very nice jeans and some bras!) So LOSERS! Ure just wasting your time! I do hope u get caught.

Next, my precious camera. PINK LUMIX. I have completely forgotten about my camera until I saw my Fendi hanging near my bed. I was like.. "luckily these thieves have no idea what a Fendi is". Then something just clicked! My camera! I put my camera in that bag! I went straight to it.. and... you know what happened next... :'(

I wish they have stolen my fendi now.. Lumix is one of my valuable stuff. But it's the pics in the memory card that make it priceless :( *sigh*

But then.. I think I am a very lucky girl. Like VERY VERY LUCKY..

*They didn't take the $£$ that I put in an envelope which was right ON THE TABLE. They might have thought it's just an envelope.

*They didn't rape me though I was half naked!

*They didn't take my macbook though it was underneath my legs.. or maybe they didn't see. Coz i had many things on it. Like my jeans, papers, ..food?

*They didnt take my ipod and my watch that were buried in my books on the table.

LESSONS!

*WEAR PROPER NIGHTWEAR before going to bed. Sleep with your pants on!

*Lock your room

*Make sure you take the keys out of the lock once you've locked it. Coz we found out how they got into the house - Through the kitchen door. We locked our key but left it hanging on the door. They used a pin or something small to push the key until it dropped and took it from the 'cat's hole' on the door.

*Read your prayers

*And save 999 onto your mobile phone!

*Have your belongings all insured if possible.

*Do not let your house be completely dark! Leave some lights on like the kitchen's and the main entrance's. It would cost alot in your bill BUT you'll be alot lot lot safer.

Now.. it's 6.30am and I couldn't go back to sleep. I am not sure if I could be a "Sleeping Beauty" again after this eventful, horrific night.

I just talked with my dad on the phone. And cried.

I want to go home.

-B