Uninvited
Our house got broken into on Saturday morning, around 11:45am.
And I was home alone.
I don't think I've ever been so scared before in my life.
It was a lazy Saturday morning, I was watching TV hits and surfing the web in the lounge room with my laptop. Mark called saying that he was coming over and for me to get ready, so I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After I had finished I heard loud banging coming from my parent's room, they have a balcony that run across the side of our place.
Then I saw him, a large man bashing down the glass door to my parents bedroom with a hammer. I was frozen on the spot as a million thoughts ran through my head. I didn't know whether to scream, or whether to confront the fucker. I was considering getting a knife or a cricket bat and hitting him over the head but after taking another look at him from I realised I stood no chance at defending myself against someone like that so I ran.
I had to run into my room and grab some clothes since I was in my underwear (and didn't really want to run out in public with only that on) on the way I grabbed my Blackberry and the house phone. By this stage I was hysterical as I heard glass shatter.
I called my mum who was out grocery shopping with my dad and told her what was happening as I ran to the neighbours. On my Blackberry I was trying to dial 000 but they took too long connecting me to the police that I got cracked the shits and hug up. I told my neighbour what was going on, well tried to anyway as I couldn't really speak by this point.
He is a retired police officer, so he told me to calm down and got his wife to call 000 for me. He said he was going to our place to see what was happening, I told him not to go as I didn't think he could take on the guy who was breaking in, but he went anyway.
I had calmed down by this point, got through to the police and gave them details. Our neighbour came back and said he saw the guy on the balcony and yelled out to the guy asking him what he was doing. The bastard said it was his place but our neighbour was like "No it's not. The girl who lives here has run over to my place and the police are on their way". After this the guy ran into our house. Our neighbour couldn't really do anything since he was so big and had a hammer and a large wooden baton and didn't think he could take him on.
Our neighbour said that he went into our house and by the time he managed to get around the front, the guy was leaving the front door. At least he wasn't in there for very long, but he still managed to take a lot of valuable stuff he could see.
The police came around 5 minutes later, and after my neighbour and I gave them a good description (6-6.5ft Islander, around 20, clean shaven wearing a red shirt, ¾ length beige cargo pants and a black backpack - I don't think I'll ever forget what he looked like), they called a few cars to start patrolling my area as our neighbour said he left on foot. The Police found fingerprints on the balcony railing and also on my wardrobe doors.
The guy managed to take a whole heap of my mother's jewellery, 3 of dad's watches, my dad's Palm Pilot and Mp3 player. He then went into my room took my watch, 2 bracelets, 2 rings, my collector's Astroboy watch and a pair of diamond and gold earrings that had been in my family for about 50 years. He also took my laptop which was out in the lounge room. But the bastard dropped one of the pair of earrings, so I have one half of the earrings still that he took. So it's pretty useless to him unless he breaks down the three diamonds that were in it.
Instead of being angry about this like I was with my phone, I feel even more violated and vulnerable. The fact that someone did that in broad daylight with me home just makes me feel so sick. I didn't want to stay home at all, I had to get out of there because I just didn't feel safe anymore. I'm glad Mark had called me and that I had gotten up from the lounge room and was in the bathroom, close enough to my parents room to hear the noise. I dread to think what would have happened if I hadn't had heard him.
Stupid mother fucking asshole. I hope you get electrocuted trying to charge up my laptop. Fucking scumbag.
The Police said that he probably had been observing to see if anyone was home or not. My parents had left around 30 mins before he broke in, and I had the curtains closed so it probably looked like no one was home.
Just as I had gotten over my anger about my phone, this happened. Fucking hell, I don't know what else can go wrong.
To the mother fucking cunt who broke into my house: FUCK YOU.
You're a a pathetic human being, who doesn't deserve to be walking freely. Why don't you get off your fucking lazy ass and get your own fucking job so you can afford to buy your own nice things. What gives you the right to come and into our house and steal our things? Just because you're life is fucked up and you can't seem to have the lifestyle you want doesn't give you the right to break into someone else's home and take their possessions.
Fucking asshole, I hate you. I hate that you don't make me feel safe in my own home. I hate that you took so many things that had so much sentimental value to them. I hope you enjoy watching the teeny, girly movies I had saved on my laptop. The Notebook is a great movie, although someone as heartless and as stupid as you probably won't understand it. You fucking son of a bitch.
Pissed off to the maxI take care of my things. I make sure that they're kept safe and secure. But now I can't help but feel like I failed him.
My poor, poor Moby.
After I called my mum I put him back in my bag and zipped it up. My train was in 20 minutes, so I had time to kill. I went walking around a few stores and after that headed to the train station. But as I was walking to the gates I noticed my bag had become un-zipped. At this point I was a bit alarmed because I distinctly remember closing it.
Wallet. Check.
iPod mini. Check.
Blackberry. Check.
Mobile…Where is my mobile? Why isn't Moby in his little compartment?! I stood in the middle of the walkway and fumbled through my bag to no avail.
I went back to the store I was in and had a hunt around in case he fell out. But I didn’t think that would be possible as my bag was closed and I would have heard him fall to the ground. I gave my name to the guys behind the counter and my work number in case anyone would hand him in.
Lucky I had my Blackberry, so I called my mum and told her to call Optus and suspend my account. However Optus are charging me $39.95 for a new SIM card. $39.95 and it wasn't my fault! I think I'm jumping ship to Vodafone, even though I've been with Optus since 1996. Yes, that’s right 9 years - so much for showing any gratitude to your customers, bastards.
I'm 100% sure that I’ll never see my beloved Moby again. He was such a sexy phone, a Nokia 7610 with he's fab 1 mega pixel camera. There were some pictures on the phone (nothing naughty) as well as some SMS’ I wish I could have kept. Whoever has him now has scored themselves a very nice phone. Fucker.
I feel so violated. That someone managed to take something of mine and be in such close proximity. This is just the icing on the cake to a shitty week.
To the cock sucker who stole my phone: FUCK YOU.
How dare you take something from me, I know it's just a phone but it was mine. MINE NOT YOURS. It has private pictures and SMS’ saved on it that may have little value to you, you worthless piece of shit, but mean so much to me.
I hope that you enjoy the use of the phone for tonight because in the morning when I get to work and look up the phone's serial number on the box I'm going to lock it and then you’ll have to go through hell to make it work.
Son of a bitch. I hope you feel enormous guilt about your crime and that you get a brain tumour caused by the radition you get from using my phone too much. You deserve it, you fucking cunt.
Meh
How good would it be to have a job where you can come in at 9am, take an hour lunch and leave at 5:30pm on the dot? Also it would be nice to have a job where you don't have to worry about managing budgets, hitting revenue targets set by upper management, dealing with difficult clients and worrying about legal mandatories in work you produce.
*sighs*
We're all stupidly busy at work at the moment, with us all (well most of us anyway, some people don't even offer to help ease the load from others) working around 11-12 hours a day. I'm managing 16 projects at the moment across 3 different clients and barely coping trying to get my head around the different brand guidelines each client has. Whoever said advertising was all glitz and glamour can bite me.
Lick me
I had lunch with one of my friends today, and while we were at the lights waiting to cross the road a little girl and her mother came and stood near us. The little girl was eating one of those iceblocks you put on your finger. My friend, in a not so discreet voice goes, "Wow, she's learning how to use her mouth and suck pretty young. She's going to be great at giving head when she's older". This didn't go down, excuse the pun, too well with the girl's mother judging by the expression on her face. Luckily for us the lights turn green and we ran across the road before my friend was told off.
Yes, my friend has a dirty mind. But seriously, if you're going to give your kid an ice block shapped like a penis then you should know that comments like that are going to be made! C'mon, you're asking for it, especially with the number of gutter dwelling minds out there. Even if they don't say it out loud, it's highly likely that's what everyone who sees them sucking on it is thinking! Nothing wrong with just giving them a Paddle Pop or a Cornetto, at least they're less suggestive than those thumb things.
