The day I got robbed, nearly bashed, and killed!

Called it premonition or sixth sense. But as I had written on my wall on Facebook, something felt amiss yesterday. I just felt a sense of discomfort, an uneasiness, a bad vibe you may call it, but I just don't feel right yesterday.
To me, now, exercise is like a drug. I never miss my 2 1/2 hours of kickboxing and weight lifting, and another two hours of cycling at night.
It rained in the evening. By 6.30pm, the sky had turned dark, it rained. The wind was blowing, though wearing long sleeves, I still felt the chill due to the cold weather along with the drizzling of the evening rain.
Somehow after 2 1/2 hours of intensive exercise, I tend to become rather tired, so relaxed to a point where I could just fall asleep when I shut my eyes. I told my wife that I would not go cycling as the weather was cold, and I felt like taking a rest.
But somehow, when I reached home, I would normally play with my children until it's time for them to go to bed. Then only would I head out for my cycling, at 11.30pm, and usually come back at 1.15am.
But somehow, I don't know why, I changed my mind, changed into my bicycling clothes, and started doing push ups. I usually complete 100 push ups before heading out. Just merely 5 minutes on the road, I approached a junction, where I could see a white Myvi came out from the junction despite see me passing through. He came full speed and rammed onto the back of my back wheel. I felt the jolt as the back of my bike jerk upwards. I skidded and nearly fell on the wet road. I continued riding for about 15 meters with anger building within me with such heated intensity. I cycled back to confront the driver. He refused to come out from the car. I stopped by his door, knocked on his windows and asked him to come out. He stood out, and blamed me for what happened with an excuse that my lights weren't bright enough. I switched on the light on blinking mode and it's an LED light. I was annoyed with his answer and told him that this is specifically designed for bicycle and what does he mean when he said he couldn't see me when his head light was shining right at me when he rammed me directly from the front. I sarcastically ask him whether should I buy 10 LED lights and attach them to my bike only then he would be able to see? I was tempted to ask him whether was he drunk as his speech was slurred. Then he retorted with the stupidest statement that i wasn't wearing a safety helmet. "So, you can only see me if I wear a helmet, is it????!!" I raised my voice at him. That fool just walked off
to a Chinese restaurant. This happened at 9.50pm. I noticed he was walking towards a Chinese coffee shop. Do you have dinner at 10pm? Or was he there just to buy his booze? What a Fuc**r!!!
I checked my bike for dents. Nothing. Thank God. I called my wife just to let her know what happened but asked her not to worry as I am ok.
I continue riding. Then I reached another junction. As i was blasting the music at full volume through my earphones listening to "Rage Against the machine's 'Testify'", I was passing though another junction, a car was fast approaching from the back and my left, I was at the second lane. I quickly swerved to the far left when I noticed someone swing an object near my face. It was these bloody two Indians who tried to knock me down my using their helmet to knock my head. He cursed something, which I couldn't hear as the music was playing too loud, but I knew I just escaped an attempt to rob me. He looked back, and saw me pointing my middle finger at him,"FUCK YOU!!!" I shouted at him!
Boy what a day!
By the time I reached my 16th km, I decided to go for another round. This time, I wasn't that lucky.
At I was going downhill and fast, I noticed there were several cars behind me. Then suddenly I felt a hand on my waist unhooking the buckle of my pouch. It was two Malay boys wearing black t shirts. I realized I was just being robbed. He was so swift, that I didn't feel the tug or struggle while unhooking the buckle. They must have done this a lot. The moment I saw them holding my pouch, my mind went blank, then they sped off. I prayed someone would crash into them or better yet they crash into something and DIE so I could go over, step on their body while retrieve my pouch back. My wallet with IC with my house address, RM1400, credit card, house key, Iphone, LED torch light were all inside the pouch. I was cursing "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" all the way! I spent another 45 minutes searching for them. Then I remember I've installed a GPS that would enable me to track my phone through my laptop. But it was inactivated. Cunning S.O.B! What bastards!
I wasn't being racial! But most snatch thieves are done by these race. What are these people good for. They don't study, don't work, and make a career out of vandalizing and robbing people. They ought to be lined up against a wall and be shot dead! It's just my observation. All these "Mat rempit" should be shot with a .44 so they don't grow! Bloody ass! My heart is pounding against my chest as i am writing this.
And now, I have to spend more money to change all the locks in the house. Isabelle was waiting for me back home, and my heart softens as she found out i was robbed. She actually asked me whether do i need money as she has some savings. I kissed her, and told her I don't need them.
Yesterday night, I locked my front door grill with iron locks, and slept with a 8 inch blade tucked under my pillow. In case these bastards come in, they are in for a surprise! I hardly slept at all yesterday. My eyes was wide open throughout the whole night.
These people are what i call trash of society! We don't need them. Let the have a painful accident in their next attempt to rob, or to snatch, and some car run over them. If it's me,I'll run over them, stop, reverse and run over them again, then engage into first gear, and run over them again! Bloody Fucks!