Apologies to my dear readers as this blog has been on a hiatus due to the titled reason. Yes. I was attacked and almost got molested by a motorcyclist on last Wednesday, which is exactly one week from today. Sigh...

Flashbacks of that day. I woke up with a very bad feeling in my mind. It's like a sixth sense kinda thing. I knew something bad would happen that day, so I made it a point to be extra cautious over the things I do and my surroundings. I went to work with my dad as usual. In the office, I keep hitting on the table... getting my fingers trapped by the cupboard door... etc etc.

I told myself this. " Be careful when you are walking on the streets, because you might get hit by a car and die on the spot ". I was seriously thinking like that. There are some corporate exercises going on so we had to go to the bank, apply for some bank drafts on behalf of our clients.

Dad filled up all the application forms and walked to the bank, handed them the forms and they told him that we can come and collect them after having lunch. He came back, and we worked as usual. When lunch time comes, we both headed to the bank again and it seems like the officer is out for lunch. So, dad and I had our lunch nearby and thereafter, we returned to the bank to collect the drafts and mind you... that damn officer was still not back yet! The drafts are already ready, but pending the officer's signature only. We waited, and waited and waited until 1.45pm. It was already very late. I had to be back in my office by 2.00pm to carry forward our client's orders.

As a result, I went back to the office on my own. I've always been very cautious about this. I walked along the 'kaki lima' all the time until I had to cross the road. I walked out, looked at both sides of the road, looked at the back, walked further and preparing to cross the road. All of a sudden, without a sound nor heat... I felt like something was touching my left thigh from the back. I looked to the back from my left and I saw nothing! I looked to the right and all I see was a person in a damn big fully covered helmet, riding on a soundless motorcycle. He was groping me hard it's like a hard pinch!

His intention was to grope my butt but luckily, I was walking quite fast so I already moved a step forward and all he got was my thigh. But that doesn't stop him from proceeding to pinch me real hard. When I saw him, I immediately shouted, onlookers came over to watch and he fled within a split of a second. At that moment, I was still thinking that he was to snatch my bag instead of molesting me. I protected my bag, not myself. I continued shouting and among the crowd of witnesses, none of them offered their help in stopping him.

That is understandable because criminals nowadays might carry weapons. But when the molester fled, all of the witnesses who finished watching the incident quickly retracted themselves, pretended not to see when I stared at them in fear and shivers, and continued doing their own things. None of them came over to ask me if I need to lodge a police report, go to the clinics nearby for treatment or whatsoever. I was greatly disappointed.

The incident happened at one of the main roads in Seremban, and the area is one of the busiest place during lunch hours. I'm not trying to be racist, but as expected... the molester is a Malay! I often hear that these kind of molester on a motorcycle is a Malay. I suffered minor injury from that stupid incident (my thigh is bruised) but I am severely scarred mentally. It's seriously very traumatising. I find it hard for me to trust the safety of the roads out there. I experience great fear whenever I see people and especially motorcyclists.

There's no other way I could rescue myself from letting the same thing happened. I did all I could to ensure my own safety but it still happens. The motorcycle was modified. He hid at some blind spots from the angle I will not be able to see then rode over with great speed but no sound. There is seriously nothing I can do, it's not like I was walking alone on the back lanes... Which makes me think, no matter where you are... it's still very dangerous. I have lost faith on the society. Noone will ever help you when you're in need.

Right now I am still trying to overcome my fear and dare myself to blend in with the pedestrians. But I guess things are never gonna be the same again. Meanwhile, at least I'm back in the blogosphere right?