thisguy

wow. has it really been 2 weeks since i've been back to homesoil?
it's flown by yet recalling the span of it is quite a challenge - i seem to have squeezed alot into it.

first off - and most recently - the paranoia.

my house was burgled on thursday night while i was out on the usual tomfoolery with colleagues in our usual drinking hole. possibly (but not quite) the worst experience of the year. they took quite a bit. my mom's 30 year old engagement ring, my shisha pipe, my 4 day old canon g7 (refer to the picture, a few posts back) and cash as well as my dad's digital and video camera. a whole load of other stuff too - some of which didn't make sense at all - why take a 3-pin adapter?? no one was hurt though and i'm thankful for that - but i keep dreading that they'll come back- for my guitars or any of the other shit my family's worked hard to earn just so they can steal in the most cowardly of manners.

since then, we've been quite traumatised. i've been particularly paranoid. but with good reason - about 30 mins ago (2.30am) a neighbour rang and told us that the water pipe in our garden had burst - we checked and someone had left it switched on at full blast.

my mom didn't water the plants today, no one - no one in my house touched it.

o_o

i've got a 1.5 meter steel rod next to my bed now. if any of those mother f*ckers want a piece of it, they're welcome to it.

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too pissed off and tired of my own paranoia to write about the phuket trip, drunken misadventures and how sweet it is to be back home.

some other time then.