Breaking In

So we decided to go to Pavillion before my sis goes to work tomorrow.

And I find that I still prefer KLCC rather than Pavillion although Pavillion has more stuff to buy. It's probably because I prefer the environment in KLCC.

Also, I would rather pay the VATs in London and get much better designs. The stuff that are sold in Malaysia is just too limited and they are one generation slower.

The Clarks shoes for example. What was on sale in London, where people throw it all over the place like pasar malam is a new arrival over here. We saw the exact design.

And the PINK shirts in Jermyn street are so much better.

And Malaysia does not have Hawes & Curtis or at least TM Lewin.

G2000 clothes look quite primitive. And the sales in Malaysia is rubbish.

I guess shopping will never be the same again.

So we returned home at about 10 pm.

The entire house was dark.

That's great. Everytime the house gets a power cut due to heavy thunderstorm, Debble will have to suffer.

Because she will have to get out of the car and open the gate manually.

But no, this time the key wouldn't even go in!!!

Even my dad can't get it in.

And then we realised, someone tried breaking in into our house. We do not know when, but the lock was chiseled.

We suspect it is during the 2 months while we were away. Thank God the lock was jammed and can only be opened with the remote. And the uncle forgot to turn the house alarm on.

I do not wanna say goodbye to my home theatre. I love it!!! And no one is taking it away!!!

So, we had to call our dear neighbour who took 100 years to come out because since there is only an elderly lady and her maid in the house, they were rather suspicious when they saw us calling at their gate.

They thought we were some saleslady; my mom and I. Chih.

When they finally came, I had to break into my own home.

They gave me a little stool, and I really mean LITTLE!!!! for me to climb over a 5 feet wall.

I didn't know that climbing over walls is so DIFFICULT!!!

My sternum hurts now. Placed too much of strain on the chest to heave my heavy arse up; balanced on the 6 inches wide wall and give support and dampen the jump downwards.

Gosh.

Stupid chiseler. Why choose my house larr??

On a side note, I need to lose weight so that I can heave the arse up until the uncle finally decides to show up at my house to change the lock. And also for future breaking in activities due to the very difficult lock.

TNB, you'd better not have anymore power cuts.