Mum went to China with Grandma yesterday morning. :( in the evening, i went to my sister's office, waited for her to finish work and we decided to walk to the pasar malam in Meru to get something for our dinner. we were walking, and it started to drizzle. i already had my umbrella out and sis was trying to get her umbrella out from her bag. suddenly, a motorbike came from behind and a guy said "hey", so i thought he's someone we knew. in a split second, all i knew was my sis fell and that fucking guy snatched her bag. there were 2 of them, and they are Muslims (doesn't mean to discriminate but that's the fact). so everything in my sister's bag were gone. her wallet with cash, ic, driving licence, credit cards, her mobile phone, both office and house keys. HOUSE KEYS..that's the scariest one. why? they have her ic you see, with the address..and house keys...scary.. so called Dad and he came to pick us up and we went to the police station. after being a Klangian for almost 22 years, that's the first time i actually stepped into the police station in Klang. not proud of it anyway. that's a scary incident. it happened to my sister and i was actually there, standing just next to her. i was shaking all the way till i reached home. it's traumatizing, even until now, after almost 3 weeks, it's still haunting me. whenever i go out with a bag, i actually hug it tight and i'm always alert with the people around. when there's someone who looks suspicious to me, especially those "paria people", i'll get paranoid and will try to be extra careful. i don't want this to happen to me, it's just too scary.