Saturday 20 June 2009

Broken Britain

Who would have guessed that The Great Britain known to almost everyone a first world country infact has by far a worst than a third world country mystery hidden within. I myself wasn't expecting that this is really happening and what I hasn't prepared myself is that the horror will be knocking one day upon my own doorstep.

The first thing I was told a day I moved into this flat is to take every valuables I've got everytime I'll leave the house or gotta work. They requested to repair their drainage and the next thing they knew without signs of forced entry or whatsoever, all the room's door were force opened. Three Laptops were stolen, a cellphone, £300 notes and a necklace. The only suspect, a possiblre suspect was the guy who did the repairs unfortunately after a series of police inquiries....nothing happens until the issue died out.

Here I am, packing my laptop everyday of my life, my camera, handphones, necklace not trusting anyone come nearer to it.

A year after I moved into this flat, the house next door has been burgled, three weeks after, our flat has been burgled with signs of forced entry this time. All the doors had been hacked. The theft got nothing aside from one handphone by the way. Police did a fingerprint identification but I wasn't impressed with how she conducted the search. It was just as if to show that they're trying to track down this bloody bastard. One month after, while my not so feeling well housemate was resting upstairs, a group of Bloody Brits kicked a room's door downstairs. When my housemate raced downstairs to see what's happening, two brits went outside scrambling. The funny side of story like this is that you can't afford to scratch this guy's skin or cut even his hair because it will cost you a fortune in court more than what the burglar could have stolen. It does appeared the theft has gotten more rights that than the person being stolen because you can't harm the bloody bastard.

I went out last night to see the movie Transformer-Revenge of the Fallen with my mates, we played billiard afterwards, drunk and danced at Revolution in Cambridge later on and found out that my lovely chained bicycle was stolen. It's not the first time. My friend chained his Bicycle in front of his house, left the door open and few minutes later to check his cycle it was stolen. My other friends woke up one morning and found out the cycles on their back garage(an expensive bicycles) were stolen. A friends house was burgled, two laptops were stolen from two rooms and the theft went back the day after to stole the laptop from the third room-who would have expect that such theft has the courage to go back his traces. A friends house has been burgled four times with several laptops stolen at different incident until they decided to move somewhere else. A friend valuables in the car has been stolen. Who would have thought that this is happening here in Britain-cambridge to be exact.

Cambridge City is where the known Cambridge University located but STUDENTS from around the globe be prepared to face your worst nightmare if you opted to go to CAMBRIDGE.

My Lemon Pie

I recieved a surprise today from my Lemon Pie. It was her pictures, a card and a prayer booklet sent through snail mail.

My Lemon Pie is a Graduate of BS Psychology and BS Management unfortunately after the painstaking efforts and struggles she decided not to work and stayed at home instead. It's not that she's lazy nor she's lame but what she wanted all along is just to be a plane housewife; doing household chores; and taking care of our coming babies which I've strongly objected. But I can't coerced her to do all the things I wanted her to do because each one of "US" has surely its unique characteristic that differ "US" from the rest.

Until recently my Lemon Pie decided to take a little step forward as a volunteer teacher at Sienna Convent. Although this wasn't what I was expecting but Who am I to say no to such simple way of extending hands towards our fellow mortals, to show them the light at the end of the tunnel, to show them that there's always rainbow after the rain since I was once a wandering soul, lost in transition between childhood and adulthood until I was taken cared of by my great Father Al. I know my Lemon Pie who was once wanted to be a Nun is happy with what she's doing right now and the only thing that matters for now is to stand beside her all the time.

Thank you so much for the Pictures and the Card honey. I Love You So Much. Thank you for coming into my life.