Crime Scene In My House

I was stuck in the plane for more than seven hours and my legs were started to cramp. I was then stuck in the airport for more than two hours for the freaking custom to clear our luggages. Nine flights arrived at the same time but yet they could take the time to scan through every luggage. I finally landed my foot on my apartment ground having the thought I could lay my head on the pillow that I have left untouched for the last three months until I saw this...


The balcony doors were swung wide open with a huge hole clearly had been broken by human. Shattered glasses filled the balcony ground.



Bloody shit!!!!!! Which freaking idiot broke into my house????

We checked our rooms with wardrobe doors flying open and drawers being opened. Stuff were messed up and I couldn't help thinking how awfully disgusting it was that the idiot rambled through my clothes touching my undergarments. I felt being touched indirectly. Yuckssssss!!!!

Gosh... everything was putting me away from my bed! The custom. The freaking idiot!

We rushed to the police station to make a police report. The last place I ever imagined I would ever need to be in! 'We will send a crime scene unit over later in the day!', the police said. Wahlaueh... I thought this only happens in movies! Probably because back home I have only heard of 'ini berlaku tiap-taip hari! apa boleh buat? susah nak tangkap ni...'

I was more of expecting the crime scene unit to be like...



But to my disappointment only one police arrived. However, he arrived with his 'box' and a cool SLR camera. Though I sound jakun, I was very much amazed with the clicking sound of his camera flash when he snapped my house the crime scene. It sounded professional! He then took out a bottle of powder together and a brush to dust for some fingerprints on the knobs. We couldn't help it but to stare at the way he worked. Amazing stuff.


Total lost were:
-Playstation 2 (No more Winning 11!)
-Two Guess handbags (Geez... is not even Gucci or LV! IDIOT!!!!)
-Two pair of old. smelly. Nike shoes (Cheapskate!)
-Old watches (Housemate's)
-CK perfume (Housemate's)
-Printer inks

Arrrghhh... I hope the idiot chokes to death when he eats tofu!

P/S: 22 more days.

Jetting Off

Me: You are going to miss me right???
Bean: Emmm...

Me: You are going to wait for me right???
Bean: Emmm...

Me: You are going to think about me everyday right???
Me: (eh.. no reply one???) Baby???

*SNOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

My boyfriend fell asleep in less than a minute and started snoring while both of us were having a sad but yet a romantic moment. And the best part when I told him about it the very next day, he said,

'Actually... I don't even remember you asking me those questions!'

*stabs heart**stabs heart**stabs heart* &%^#$%#$%^@%@!@**###!!!! Sigh...

Anyway... I am finally back to Melbourne after three and a half months of the best summer vacation I ever had in Malaysia. And I am proud to say Bean made most part of it. =D

P/S: Bean will be jetting off to Melbourne in exactly 24 days for an obvious reason. To see me lar! DUh!! Weeeeeeeeee...

Happy.

Happy.

It all started from the goodbye kiss from his pillow soft lips. Chills ran down my spine. From my head to my neck to my waist right up to the tip of my toes. I was quivering inside me as though I have been electrified at every tip of my body. That kiss. Amazing.

Then it got my mind recapping of the happy moments we had. Countless of happy moments. Actually deep down I know the pure reason of me being so happy is because of him. The thought of having him itself makes my heart flaring with excitement. I am just glad he came into my life. And this is one of the days where I just feel very contented. Hence, happy.


My Bean. And I love him.

Happy CNY!!

Smokey joss sticks smell.
Noisy firecrackers flaring up into the sky.
So-so expensive yee sang.
Rotten mandarin oranges.
Ang paus with blue, green, red and hopefully purple colour notes.

Ahhhhh.... Chinese New Year is here!!!

GONG XI FA CHAI!!!!!!

Have a prosperous rodent year!!!

How To Change A Punctured Tyre?

1. You detected one of your car tyres is flat while unloading your shopping stuff into the car.



2. Open the car trunk to clear all the stuff because the spare tyre is in there (DUh!). Whoever never cleans their car trunk and has so many stuff in it deserves a knock on the head!



Files... Bags... Telekom??? Loads of letters... Modem??? Non-working emergency lamp...

3. Use the wheel brace to unscrew the nat to unlock the spare tyre.



4. Use a screwdriver or whatever appropriate with a flat head to uncap the hub cap.



5. Fit the wheel brace head into one of the nats and unscrew it anticlockwise. NOT CLOCKWISE! Step on it of you have to.



6. After fifteen minutes of trying but yet the nat is still tight in place, holler for help. There might be a nice guy to help you out.



7. If another twenty minutes have passed and you have sweat out the poor guy yet the nats are still tight, what do you do?

a) Try again!
b) Call for another help.

NOOOOOO! Not (a)!!! DO NOT ATTEMPT TO UNSCREW THE NAT AGAIN! I repeat DO NOT! You are wasting energy! The nat won't get loosen! You don't want to spend another half hour in the hot car park to sweat more do you???

You choose........ (b)!!!!!!!!!! That's right!!!!!!!!

In our case, we called my dad.

Things needed to be stated to the fella on the phone that:-
a) the car tyre is punctured and we are unable to unscrew the nat
b) there is a possibility the nat might be rusted

8. Wait for the rescue team to arrive with the essential WD-40.



9. Spray some WD-40 onto the nats. Best invention I tell you! And it cost less than RM10.00! Who says cheap things are never good things?



10. Unscrew the nats again!



11. Jack up the car.



12. Replace the spare tyre, tighten back the nats and unjack the car.

And VOILA...



In merely TEN MINUTES!

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