THE PLAN
My dad was going to have a meeting in London so i decided to follow him. So it will be work for him and holiday for me and him too. It was suppose to be a one week trip until the fucked up incident happened.
THE FUCKED UP INCIDENT
We reached the Heathrow airport and took the tube to Glouchester because our hotel was in that area. Once we recahed Glouchester, we have probs looking for the stupid hotel. We asked a few people but they seem not to know where is the hotel.
While busy trying to look for the hotel, the motherfucking bald bastard approached us and asked something which we couldnt understand. Then he left. That's when we noticed that one of our luggage was MISSING.
When we were distracted by the fucker, my dad accidentally let go of the other luggage and it seems that's how that other fucker (this was a syndicate) stole the other luggage. God, just thinking about it again makes me SO DAMN BLOODY ANGRY. I seriously wish i can kill that motherfucker bastard!
THE STOLEN STUFF
A large amount of money was stolen, my dad's identity card, his driving license, credit cards and 2 laptops (one is mine and the other was my dad's). My dad had stored all the important documents in the bag. Luckily his passport wasn't in the bag.
As for my things, there goes my laptop, hard disk, hp charger, camera charger and MY CIVIL LAW TEXT BOOK!!!! Argh now i have to photostat it from someone because one day i might need it as a reference. Luckily i didn't store my Nintendo DS in the bag. I put it in a pouch together with the charger in my handbag.
THE DECISION
My dad and i were traumatized by the incident. We felt lost. All my dad's money which he planned to spend in London was gone and so were his credit cards. But luckily, he had some money in pounds in his other wallet so we could survive for awhile.
We eventually managed to find that fucking damn stupid hotel after walking around with people giving us contradicting directions. At the hotel, my dad asked me what i wanted to do. I felt sorry for him. And i feel like crying when he apologized that we can't buy the things. Honestly, the last thing on my mind was shopping and all i wanted to do was to go back to Malaysia.
I told my dad that the better option was to go back to Malaysia, if possible, that day itself. Why?
1. We have less than 600 pounds. Hotel room per nite per room was 100 pounds and we are getting 2 rooms.
2. We have no battery charger. Luckily my dad managed to call Maybank to cut his Maybank credit cards.
3. No camera since the charger was stolen.
4. Need to save the money for more important stuff and definitely we can't spend it to go sight seeing which cost $$$.
And if i were my dad, i rather go home because i won't be at peace thinking that my identity card is gone and there is little money left. So after thinking, my dad says that it's better to go home.
We had to stay overnight at the hotel since we booked it. Luckily they were understanding enough not to charge us for 1 whole week for the booking.
So we just spent the whole night in the room. Can't afford to go any where and plus we were not in the mood to go traveling after what had happened.
That night, i have never felt so DAMN DEPRESSED. Felt like wanting to talk to someone and seeking comfort but can't do so. I even dreamt that our stolen stuff were returned to us. Unfortunately that was only a dream.
And that night, i was woken up because some idiot tried to enter my room and the door knob was making sound. I was kindda disoriented but i was hoping they would go away. To make matters worse, there is no hole on the door for me to see who was outside and there was no door chain at all. So opening the door was out of the question. So i asked loudly who's there.
That's when the idiot realized that he had the WRONG ROOM. Must be a drunken idiot.
ME, TRAUMATIZED?
Yes, i was traumatized. Coz if im not, i wouldn't dream that we get the stuff back. I wouldn't keep on asking 'WHAT IF'. What if we hadn't look like lost tourists which makes us easy targets? What if we never talked to that motherfucker? What if we were MORE AWARE of our surroundings? What if what if what if.
I admire my father for being a real man because he was still optimistic despite this incident and said that one day we will return and be more careful. in my head, my mind was going f8cked london. i hate this bloody place. But when i see how friendly the English people were, i guess my heart soften a little.
By the way, the fucker bastard was probably a eastern european son of a bitch. And it seems that it's the non english people that are causing problems in london. Like few days before my trip, i read in the papers about a Malaysian girl who was gang raped by some Russian men.
My dad's optimism made me stronger in handling this matter. A guy can panick, but he can't be more panicky or equally panicky as the girl. he needs to control the situation. And that's what my dad did and i thank him for that.
THE POLICE STATION
We did make a report at the police station. I asked the police whether can we have the CCTV checked out but the idiot says that the police are occupied with a missing persons case so that have more priority than stolen properties. The place where the incident took place isn't even that far from the police station and the obese idiot can't even spare his time to look at the cctv?
MY WISH
I wish that the motherfucker idiot dies a horrible death or suffer many bad things and i wish the same thing will happen to his family. That fucker brought misery to me and my father and it's only fair if his family suffers the same. I wish KARMA finds this bastard and bring bad consequences to his family so that he realize that before he plans to do something bad to other people, think about what if bad things were to happen to his family as well.
My principle in life is pretty simple, you don't burden me, i don't burden you. If you mess with me, i'll make you you will suffer terribly. SO DIE YOU MOTHERFUCKER THIEF! I'm no Mother Theresa who is very loving and forgiving and probably merciful.
DID I EVEN ENJOY LONDON?
Not really. But i'm glad i got the opportunity to be in Airbus 380, the biggest plane that is available now. It was cool :-D. The flight was from London to Dubai. Enjoyed the flight. Oh and i also manage to buy my favourite perfume, Britney Spears Midnight Fantasy for half price. In Malaysia, it will be RM 150 but the one i bought in UK was RM 60. Even the Victoria Secret perfumes are much much cheaper than in Malaysia.
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