Once again, but this time, worse. Really never hated going back there so much. I don't know.

I am so so going to miss being at home. I mean the part where they come back one by one and you know what they are going to do. Like dad will be tending to his plants and the dog will be peeping through the hole at the door, mom will watch Justice Bao and Korean drama if she made it in time, seeing what she is cooking for the night and waiting for the time sis will be back cuz you are not sure if she would have part time on that day, listening to the way she says, "Hi, Dad!", feeling excited if she is back early, cuz she would disturb the dog, or if her mood is bad when she is back. And disturbing my dog, wetting his paws and make him run, seeing his unexpected reactions, listening to his once in a blue moon gentle barking, bathing him, petting his soft fur and cute ears, treating him as a pillow :D Reading Shin Chans. Sleeping in the evening. Looking at the sunset. Sitting at the balcony with dad and dog. Living at home.

And having two extreme group of friends. One who you can dress up and go walk around, well, at least you force them to dress up, knowing that after a while, one of them will complain tired and sit down at every possible corner, trying all types of food, sharing the cost which should be the best part, criticising the food and seeing each other teasing one another and the funny sarcastic remarks and camwhoring, listening to "gosh" by one who claimed that she cannot speak English, and trying on clothes and going back late cuz of the jam, stucked in the car and talking cock, my favourite part of going out with them.

The other extreme end who will pretend to have a sweet and feminine voice whenever she calls me cuz I told her to be more feminine but screams like crazy when I am next to her, blasting remixes from Lady Gaga to Mariah Carey until the maximum volume with me sitting at the rear, not getting a chance to worry about anything or even think about anything, entertained to two DJs sitting in front who are basically screaming at the top of lungs along with the songs during jam, criticising me being a log and not having a life, listening to their funny stories.

:') I have such great life. Here, right now. And it ends here, for now. Til I am back. wtf.

Honestly, I never thought this would really happen to my family.

A guy (tenant) had no choice but to lead some robbers all the way from Kepong to my house. Like what are the chances unless if you are damn unlucky. Not to mention that the police took so long to come cuz they need to eat before fasting (Well, they do need energy since it is going to be a long "fruitful" day). [PK does not want to be jailed]

And don't be fooled by those TVB stuff you saw in TV, the part the police tracking the robbers with phone calls, maybe. At least, I think it only works with TVB actors or if you are in Hong Kong. And they took the guy away as hostage and asked for more money.

I hope they won't ever come again cuz now they know how poor my family is but I still cannot let go of the fact that they know my house and how to get in. And what is more, they know the gender proportion in my house cuz the hostage has such great honesty. Well, at least he was not in any better position. He was beaten up quite badly, apparently.

I hope they all die and rot in hell. Or at least break their arms. I hope someone else will break into their houses instead. Like someone said, 'Robbing from robbers is not a crime'.

I am really worried for my family's future safety.