3 Idiots - Part III

Three people who changed my life... for the worse

Third MOFO
Nope, never met him.



He broke me, that’s for sure. The one that got away. I almost went insane because of him, or her.



This is how it happened. It was 3 months before graduation. I woke up at my bed. My head felt heavy and my body tired. I feel around for my phone to see the time. I couldn’t find it. I tried sitting up. My eyelids fighting to keep open and my neck feels stiff. I looked around and noted it was already day time.


“Today’s one of my lazy days, I guess.”, I lamented.


I felt around for my glasses. Everything’s a blur due to my shortsightedness. I found it under the bed close to the wall. As I put it on, I noticed something different about the surroundings. Messier, I thought. Messier than usual.


I try to get up, but felt lightheaded. As I sat there on my bed, I try to remember where I put my phone.


“Probably close to the laptop..”, I thought.


As I turn my gaze to my desk where my laptop has always been, I saw nothing was there. Just a bunch of books. I close my eyes and pieced together what had happened. I took a deep breath.


“How?”


I got up and, fighting with my dizziness, managed to walk to the front door. It was fully open. Sunbeam glared into my eyes. Children was playing outside. I looked at he door. It was not broken. The window beside the door was slightly ajar.

My neighbor slash landlady was sitting in front of her front door.


“What time is it?”, I asked her. “10.30.”, she said, with a puzzled expression. I nodded my head.


Here's what happened, I came home last night and left the keys at the door. Whilst I was sleeping, someone reached through the unlocked window and took the keys. I don’t know what they did to me when I was sleeping, but they must have done something to make me fall into a deeper sleep, due to the fact that I am extremely fatigued. 10.30 am means that I’ve slept for about 12 hours. I’ve never done that in my laziest days.


So this is the third time I got robbed. It’s not going to have a happy ending like the second one, because it never ended. I’m still feeling the consequences until now. However, at the time, I was basically mentally numb. I already knew what to do.


What was robbed was my wallet, laptop and phone. My ID and passport was safe because I placed them in my underwear drawer. Thank God for that.


I needed to call my mother, but I can’t remember her phone number. So I borrowed Rp 5000 from my landlady, cycled to the closest cyber cafe, and messaged my mother using Facebook to send some money via Western Union. Then I waited. 3 hours later, my mom replied saying she’ll send the money. Then I went to the police and do a police report. The police came to my home to take some pictures as I went to Western Union to get my money.


Finally, I told my friends and neighbors what had happened, and spent the entire afternoon answering questions, explaining what possibly happened, and apologizing for my recklessness in handling my keys, considering my past experiences.


That night was the beginning of my insomnia that lasted for more than a year. Several hallucinations comes and goes. I managed to document some of them in my Facebook posts:



 May 28, 2013 · 

ok.. life's moving along nicely.. but once in a while, i just can't help myself imagining a kid stabbing my throat while i'm sleeping.. that just triggers my insomnia.. dang, i need my happy place.. mmm, i know! i'll imaging counter-stabbing that kid in his neck! that way i wouldn't die alone! yay!

...effin' robbers.. you damn destroyed my faith in humanity.. thrice!

 June 17, 2013 · 

I closed my eyes.

A scrawny, unkempt guy peers into my room. He was wearing a faded grey shirt and khaki short pants, both of which were torn at the seams in several places. He was heaving heavily, though careful as not to make a sound. He watches me for a few minutes to make sure I was asleep. Slowly, he tip-toed inside revealing a rusted machete tightly gripped in his right hand. He reached the side of my bed and stood upright, staring intently at my eyes. Confident that he had not aroused me from slumber, he took a deep breath and held it. In a swift, yet intense motion he held my head with his left hand and touched my neck with the base of his machete, then..

I opened my eyes.

It has been two months.

I still couldn't sleep at night.

Effing robbers.

P/S: this darn imagination of mine is not helping.

 August 12, 2013 · 

Tonight's dream was especially harsh..

I woke up, and it was raining. As I slowly make my way towards the room, a lightning flashed. A shillouette stood awkwardly inside the living room. I looked closer. It was a small old lady in wet hooded grey plastic overalls , looking startled. I somehow understood what was happening and tried to get her out. Another hooded old lady was holding the door, looking petrified. I nodded for her to open the door and she did. I pushed both of them outside. As I was closing the door, a third old lady who was standing outside held it, looking angry. She pulled out a gun and shoved it through the crease straight at my face, and squeezed the trigger.

I woke up again.

Time slept : 1.30 hours.

I'm tired.



I finally graduated 3 months later. It took me another full year living back home in Malaysia for my insomnia to finally resolve itself. Not to say all my problems are over, unfortunately. 


They never caught the guy/girl. I'm sure he/she is still at large, living large as the reverse Santa Claus.