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30 hours ago, I escaped from being kidnapped (true story)


Becareful tau.. scary! I pon suka jalan sorg2...


30 hours ago, I escaped from being kidnapped 
by Chin Xin-Ci on Tuesday, 29 May 2012 at 00:39 · 
As I sit here writing this, I am just so grateful to be alive. 
To think that 30 hours ago I had a knife to my throat, face to face with the threat of being kidnapped and raped. 
It was a Sunday, at 5.22PM. I was alone, walking towards my boyfriend's car in level B2 of The Curve, Mutiara Damansara. He was not in town, and I was running errands with his car. Just as I was putting my shopping bags in the rear seat, the rear car door was slammed against my back, and a meat cleaver was pressed against my throat. A man covered my mouth with his hand, and whispered not to scream. He then shoved me onto the floor of the backseat of the car and waved the cleaver at me, reminding me not to scream. He was skinny, wearing a baggy turqoise blue t-shirt, had a thick moustache and short curly hair, approx 5'8", mid-30s, and of Indian descent. 
At this moment, second man appeared. He was also in his mid-30s. He was wearing a red t-shirt, had a crewcut, and was of Malay descent. He grabbed my car keys and demanded for my parking ticket. I couldn't remember where it was. They shoved me deeper into the car, and the Indian man got into the back seat with me, while the Malay man got into the driver's seat, driving us out of the carpark. 
I told them they could take everything, just let me go. But at that point they didn't even ask for money. Instead, the Indian man started to make sexual advances. Then it hit me. "Oh my God. Oh my God. This is really happening. I'm being kidnapped.. and I think I know what they want." 
From this moment on, there were a few crucial things that happened that I think is the reason I'm alive today. 
1. I managed to get into a position to escape. 
 When they got into the car, the Indian man had tried to force my body down onto the floor. I knew that the moment I'm on the floor, there would be no chance of escape. So I begged him to let me sit up. I promised him I wouldn't scream or alert anyone's attention. Thankfully, he trusted me, and let me sit up, gripping my arm tightly. Then I told him my arm really hurt and to please not grip it so hard. He loosened his grip. 
2. I did not fight for the sake of fighting. 
 I was in an enclosed space, with no clear escape route. I would never win in a fight with these 2 guys, especially when they have sharp weapons. Had I fought from the get go, I may not have been in a position to escape. I might've even been knocked out cold, and God only knows where I would be right now. 
3. I was lucky and sneaky. 
I knew that the only way to escape, was to jump out of the car, even if it was moving. They had locked the car doors. So I leaned back, pretended to scratch my hair, and shakily unlocked the door I was leaning against. I'm so lucky they did not see or hear this! 
4. I went 'crazy' at the right time. 
And then I waited. I knew that the car would have to slow down outside the parking lot, as it exits to merge with the main roads. The moment it slowed down, I opened the car door and tried to make a run for it. I failed. I kicked my legs out of the car, but the Indian man had managed to pull my body back in. >From this moment on, everything is a blur. I remember the Malay driver temporarily stopping the car, leaning over from the driver's seat and attempting to close the door and pull my legs in. At that point I remember thinking, "Even if I don't get out now, I need to keep the door open and my legs out the door. At the very least, it should cause a scene, and someone would see me. Or, the door might hit another car and they'll be forced to slow down." So I continued kicking. My right foot pushed against the wide-open car door to keep it open. I recall elbowing, struggling, kicking, and even biting. I lost my glasses, and was struggling blindly for my life. At some point the Malay driver yelled, "BAGI DIA LEPAS! BAGI DIA LEPAS!" (Let her go! Let her go!) and the Indian man loosened his grip. I made a jump out of the still-moving car, and ran for my life. 
5. I acted in spite of the fear. 
My friends said I was brave. But I didn't feel like it. I was quivering and shaking in fear. I was so afraid. I thought I was going to die.  I was weak with fear and deathly afraid. I truly thought "this was it". But I knew I HAD to move. I had to run. Or there would be a worser fate in store for me. While I was quaking in fear, I forced myself to look around and see if there was any way I could escape, or even catch someone's eye. 
6. I remembered the people I love. 
The only thing that matters when you're faced with potentially horrendous fate, is the people in your life. When I felt the knife to my neck, the first thing I thought was , "This cannot be happening. I must be dreaming." The second? The people that truly matter to me flashed across my mind. It sounds cliche, but it's true. I thought of my parents. My brother. Khailee. Esther. More people. That's all I could think of for a few moments, before I started brainstorming my escape. 
I ran towards the Maybank outlet at the Curve. There were plenty of people milling around. I screamed for help over and over again. I was hysterical. I grabbed an older Malay man by his shoulders and begged for help before practically collapsing at his feet. 
I will always remember the relief and liberation I felt, running over Mutiara Damansara's manicured grass and into the crowd. 
Today, I found out that the entire ordeal from the moment I left the parking ticket payment machine, to my escape, happened in about 4 minutes. To me, it felt like one long nightmare. 
We never think its going to happen to us... and then it does. I used to think that this is something that happens only in the papers and to people far, far removed from me. But then it did happen to me. I moved to PJ/KL 6 years ago, and I've spent countless mornings, afternoons and nights at The Curve. When my friends and I were organizing Rock Up! back in 2008, we were walking around the place at 4AM even. It's been 6 years, and never once did I feel that I was unsafe at The Curve. Until yesterday. 
I feel like moving out of the country ASAP. Getting the hell out of this state where you hear of a kidnapping or attempted one every month (remember Nayati?), or a snatch theft every week. And yet I'm fully aware of the fact that in another country with more lax firearm laws, they would've been holding a gun to my head, not a cleaver. And that would've been so, so much worse. 
I'm Blessed. By God's grace, I am alive and relatively well. And I will live another day to build another cat iPhone app. It just was not my time to go. And for that, I thank God. 
I want to share this story with everyone because cops tell me that they rarely get to hear it from someone who escapes. 
Girls, be so very careful. Be vigilant, and please try not to go anywhere alone. If you need to walk to the carpark, and you're alone, get a guard to go with you. I was recently told that it's part of their job description to assist anyone if needed. 
Guys, watch out for your girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters and friends. Walk with them, don't take their paranoia or fear lightly. Watch out for them. 
And everyone, just watch out for each other. Take care of each other. These things really DO happen. As I ran out of the car, so many people came to help me. Strangers who didn't know who I was, came forward and offered me tissue paper, water, cellphones, and general comfort. 
Malaysians, please care for one another. You already do. Just keep on caring. Keep watching out for each other. Don't worry about being thought of as "busy body" or "overreacting". The world can be a cruel place, but all it takes is for people to care for one another to make all the difference. 
Best Regards, 
Sandra Ong 
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scary sangat kan.
masa baca ni berdebar je.
n sedih pun ada.
mesti trauma melampau.

aku tau sebab aku n noy still trauma until now.
park paling scary adalah bila nak berjalan ke kereta masa kat basement parking.
aku ngan noy mesti pandang kiri kanan. jalan laju n sometimes lari.
masuk kereta terus tutup pintu cepat-cepat n lock.
bawak je masuk semua barang kat depan. nanti dah dalam kereta n lock baru letak kat seat belakang.
siap baru-baru ni dia tanya.

noy : pija. kau rasa kita ni ke yang gila eyh penakut sangat macam ni?
me : tak la. sebab kita pernah kena. so memang takut la. orang relax sebab dorang tak pernah rasa. kau lagi la pernah kena dua kali.
noy : ye la kan. tapi macam paranoid sangat kita ni.
me : better be save than sorry.

if parking pun usually akan make sure park dekat tempat yang tak jauh daripada pintu masuk ke apa.
tak nak yang jauh or sunyi.
biar la pusing berapa kali pun.
but if benda nak jadi kita tak tau kan.
kadang-kadang leka ke apa. ish takutnyaaaaa.

baca kisah atas ni jadi takut.
the curve kot!
basement parking terang n lawa n mostly area sity elite jugak la kan.
memang kau tak sangka la akan jadi ke apa.
unless la kau kena kat pudu ke. then memang la scary je rasa.

akan cuba kurangkan keluar sendiri.
mesti nak berteman.
if sorang-sorang ni risiko lagi tinggi kan.
ingat lagi pasal kes kereta kita orang kena serang tu.

me : nasib kita ok kan. if la tetiba kena rompak. pastu dia rogol kau ke noy. pastu bunuh. takutnyaaaa.
noy : apesal lak saya? kau la
me : mana ada. selalu mesti orang nak kau. sebab lawa. gemuk orang taknak.
noy : tolong sikit. tah-tah taste dia macam kau. bila nampak siap, mmm debabnya. hahhaa
me : takda takda.
noy : yeeee.

ye la kan.
aku selalu fikir. ah takda orang nak kidnapped aku ke apa la.
dah la gemuk. sapa je larat. buat menyusahkan je.
tak berselera pun ye.
tapi tu la. taste orang kita tak tau kan. eeekk takut.

so to all. berhati-hati yea.
bagi tau to family and friends.
sebarkan pasal benda ni. supaya lebih ramai tau.
semoga kita semua di lindungi Allah daripada segala yang buruk ni.


Liyana said... [Reply to Comments]

omg takutnye :( serius rasa nak nangis baca ni. dulu saya dok dgn akak saya dkt damansara perdana and mmg gila babi dekat dgn the curve, kire kala nak g shopping mall mmg the curvelah tmptnya tapi tak sangka the curve dah bleh jadik bahaya!!

To all ladies, please jgn sorang2 and sape2 yg dah ada anak tolonglah jaga and pegang anak kau elok2.pleaseeeee

Norasiah Nasir said... [Reply to Comments]

thanks peej...selama ni suka berlenggang kangkung je..

thanks a lot

yatie chomeyl said... [Reply to Comments]

ya Allah..takutnya. kena hati2 dan banyak2 doa.

kakchik@ella said... [Reply to Comments]

OMG. Scary la bila KC baca entry ni sbb KC pun mcm Peej jgk .. selalu keluar sorang2. The Curve? Oh My .. dat's my feveret place. Thanks Peej for sharing this.

wani ezryl * said... [Reply to Comments]

wahh menakutkan!! betul, better berjaga2 drp terkena. parking je sebelah pintu masuk mall (kta mmg suka carik parking paling dkt dgn pintu.. pusing 2-3 kali pun tak pe). lps tu kan sbb tpengaruh dgn movie, kalau nk isi minyak kat stesen minyak je, lps tutup pintu akan laju2 kunci. tu pun sblum masuk kereta, jenguk seat belakang dlu kot ada apa2. lepas tu masuk, and laju2 kunci again. haha. yg penting bila keluar rumah baca ayat kursi. semoga kita semua dilindungi. amiin.

NenetPenne (NP) said... [Reply to Comments]

i pun kalau shopping, masuk seat dgn beg2 shopping, dalam kereta baru sort out..but cepat2 kunci pintu

and i hate to those people yang sibuk bersms on the way to kereta, dahlah sorang2...lagi haru bila masa kat pintu kereta lah sibuk cari kunci kereta... my advise, please dont do that... cari kunci semasa dalam shopping mall lagi then bila dah kat kereta, terus bukak pintu dan masuk cepat2....

susumanis said... [Reply to Comments]

Banyak org giler nowdays kan peej especially lelaki byk sex maniac sbb porno skrg kan open..baca ayat kursi byk byk..insyaAllah..paling paling pun Bismillah byk byk kali kalau x hafaal ayat kursi, insyaAllah Allah maha pelindung...

afzanaziela said... [Reply to Comments]

kak peej kite nak share blh? tapi kite dah share pun sebelum kak peej bagi permission...heee:)

afzanaziela said... [Reply to Comments]

kak peej kite nak share blh tak? tp kite dah share sebelum kak peej bagi permission...heeee :)

~Ati_Hime~ said... [Reply to Comments]

ade satu cerite..ngeri la..aku memang x berape suke naik teksi sbb dr cerite familiy members aku tp yg aku boleh summarize kan adelah kalau nak naik teksi make sure ramai2...RAMAI2..don't take things for granted..walaupun driver tu nampak baik jgn pikir org tu tak capable nak buat jahat..sbb kalau naik sorang2 takut nnt dia angkut 'kwn2' dia nak merompak maybe might lead to rape or even murder..bukan buat kat tpt jauh2 pun..dlm bandar jugak..maybe setgh org pernah dgr carite mcm nih..but just beware, be EXTRA careful and i am paranoid and in this case..being paranoid is good..and may God bless us all..

cahya indah said... [Reply to Comments]

uishhh..memang will go out alone less and less la lepas ni. scared sangat bila baca this story.

suhana azlin said... [Reply to Comments]

kita pun kalau nak gi keta sure awal2 dah sort out keys, kalau ada kids pegang elok2 and mata meliar ready je nak larik if anything, masuk je cepat2 kunci pintu..

and yes, nyampah jugak kalau tgk org yg elok relek jek day dreaming, kdg2 family anak berlarian and sometimes couple elok peluk2, wpun ada hero kt sebelah it could happen to anyone okeh, entah pakwe tu yg larik dulu ;P

Meg-ct said... [Reply to Comments]

betul tu peej, taste penjahat ni kita tak tau. kalau tak, takkan ada kes penjahat rogol warga emas. orang tua kot, berselera jugak dia nak rogol.

Tea said... [Reply to Comments]

Kelakarlah peej empat lagi fikir mcm tu dgn noy... Simpanglahhhhh benda2 mcm tu..

Yatie said... [Reply to Comments]

eeee bahayanya... sure I tak nak keluar without husband esp with kids around. I pun macam you, masuk keter cepat-cepat, lock pastu baru susun-susun barang and anak-anak.

putera said... [Reply to Comments]

harap peej lebih berhati-hati selepas ini,,,semoga menjadi pedoman kepada semua...

Melissa Venom said... [Reply to Comments]

Funny, the conversation between your friend(?) and you. Fatter people are harder to kidnap may be true but not guaranteed. In any case, it is better to be safe and thank you for sharing this (: (since I'm not on Facebook, i never got to read the full account) Paranoia can be good, to some extent.

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