What luck. My teva sandals got stolen. I was at my cousin's house. For the fourth time. Repairing their computer. Finally got it working. Went out. And poof. No shoes. Well according to them their stuff get stolen quite often too. Like a bike. And a piss break = a missing bike. So much for bringing it up AFTER yet another loss.


Yea. That was the shoe I HAD. blah.( It's in USD btw, and not inclusive of shipping.)

Went prowling the entire place.

Rang 999. Must applaud the police for being so efficient.
-dials 999-
P: Good evening. ?(didn't hear properly) police division.
Me: Good evening. This is a non-emergency. Is it okay for me to make a loss report?
P: Yes, it is.
Me: Alright, my sandals were stolen within the past 3 hours, that is, between eight to eleven.
P: Can I have your address?
Me: I was repairing my cousin's computer so let me give you their address instead. XXXXXX XXXXXX XXXXXX.
P: Okay, and you are?
Me: Ng XXXXXXXXXXX. Would you like NRIC no. as well? (because over my side with NRIC no.s things are alot handy-er)
(I don't think he heard this part. He said okay but didn't ask. And I was thinking they are as eff-ed up as us NSFs.)
Anyway, I would like to give more details. Teva sandals. Black and blue zig-zagged designs. About size 11 or 12.
P: Alright, do you want police officers to go over?
Me: Would that be too troublesome?
P: No, it's okay, do you want them to go over?
Me: I guess it's not necessary. I just hope that you guys can patrol here more often.
P: Alright note taken. We'll do more rounds.
Me: That's all I have. Thank you and goodbye.
P: Bye.

I was still prowling about the place. An hour later I saw a patrol car in the vicinity. Wow. Thumbs up to you guys.

I was pondering on what lesson I can learn from this incident. (Anyway I went to get a drink as well. I think I found something new I like. =)
caffine and vodka)

I mean, obviously, one lesson would be to bring in your shoes into the house.

But I just find it so weird. The loss was. Was like. RARRRRR. grr. ponders. zen. I don't know. I feel like. Wow. So that's how it feels like. I got motivated. No idea what I want to do though. Like. Become a better person. Distance myself from these people. Understand them? A sense of self-righteousness kicks in?

Well, if I could grow (not literally, duh) just abit. I think the loss is very much worth it. Shrug.



Anyway. I shifted bunk this morning. Quite happy. Finally a bunk that's clean. The last one was horrid. The smell. And the people. Clothes. Smelly clothes. All over the place. Dust. I picked up after them initially. And I got tired. They are just. nah. I don't feel comfortable in their bunk. So I shifted.




PS:
The previous post was just some some lyrics.