Break in.

I was coming home with plans to go to the toilet, read up on something and maybe play some games online.



And came back home with a shock.

pretty orderly eh?

It caught me by surprise. Was that my doing? Or was it that of someone else? I had this weird feeling tugging at me to go upstairs though.



Lo, and behold, the great outdoors upstairs.












Panic. The first thing i did was to run into my room. Had my guitars been taken? My emergency money? The adrenaline just pumped its way into my mind like a water pump bursting under high pressure. It felt like the runner's high. Still mining my internal adrenaline drip, i made my way across the house from room to room, eventually reaching mine. Was i relieved to see that nothing (much) had been taken. However...





A stench filled my bedroom room. It filled the air with a stench that was enough to throw you off your senses. And then it hit me like a projectile accelerating at 5ms-2.


My mum had figured out that the guy actually did something because I never keep my valuables in my room.

Which, I guess, simply left the poor man frustrated sad and wanting to release his anger, he did what all dogs would do anywhere they went.

He peed on my clothes. Along with the book full of all my physics notes and reports which has caused many sleepless nights in my form 4 life AND my SPM reference books.

The total damage done by the simple act of peeing costed me about RM 72.

Talk about an expensive toilet. And there's me to spend 5 hours cleaning it up some more. Some people can't appreciate stuff by at least saying thank you.

Or someone should at least advice that robber to drink more water so his pee would be more transparent.

But then again, who would want to thank someone for washing their whole month's worth of laundry by hand?

Oh well.



Wondering what else was lost, I walked into my 8 year-old sister's room.

They raided a kid's room

Speaks pretty much for itself, doesn't it?

My little sister has always been the type who would save whatever money she got. To date, she probably has spent only less than RM5 in her primary school life.

Meaning to say that she lost her saved money worth over a hundred ringgit.

Talk about stealing money from a schooling kid.



Last room to go: The master bedroom.



Upon arrival, I was just awed shocked at what a dog robber can do to a bedroom.

Entrance

Instantly I grabbed the phone and called my dad. After what seemed like an hour, my dad arrived home (with my uncle and aunt) and scoured for any lost objects. It turned out that we hadn't lost anything much - just a printer and some gold (which unfortunately was my first gold pendant and my mum's wedding ring). You could've seen me skulking around in a corner (or perhaps work my buttocks off), crestfallen had I lost the bass. Thank God it was still there!


I have indeed seen many blessings through this. Thank God that I wasn't at home when they tried to break into the house, otherwise I could have sustained internal injuries! Ouch! My dad said that the first thing that came into his mind when I told him that our house had to be broken into was that "earthly possessions never last. Instead, keep looking upwards".

Praise the Lord!

p/s: Forgive me for my sarcastic remarks about the dog robber