Argh...

I suppose I should be writing about Bali; that was the initial plan, when I thought of it this morning. A few hours and a bowl of curry noodles later, the dad called us home urgently to find the house broken in and ransacked.

Ironically, nothing was stolen. We do, however, have the ceiling and door repairs to consider.

This was what we deducted, based on the trail of household damage:

The thief, or perhaps two of them, noted that the bro and I have left the building, and that Lanna was still chained (I should’ve let her go; we normally do, but I didn’t know why I didn’t). They vaulted the gate from the side, damaging dad’s herbal tree in the process, and went for the back door.

Point of Entry

He broke the plastic door, easily done, and went into the wet kitchen. He chipped a part of the low ceiling first, wondering if it interconnects to the main house, which it wasn’t, so he broke a window plate and unlocked the wooden door. The first alarm must’ve hit, but the lack of interest from anyone kept him there. He then bent the metal door at the bottom (with a crowbar, or something similar) and squeezed in. We suppose he must be really small.

Must've learnt this from Half-life

He ransacked the drawers at the altar table first, found old light bulbs and rusty locks, then went for my room and the brother’s. He closed the lid of the laptop, probably planning to return to it later. Missy must be in a barking fit now, in her small cage. Good thing he left her alone.

Then he entered the living room, and hit the infrared sensor, but no one came to check on the alarm again. He folded dad’s laptop and moved it to the couch for the getaway, then ransacked the parent’s room, piling clothes and finding some jewellery.

That was when the father came back. He went to talk to the neighbour first, which was thankful, or he’d unlock the door into a man, probably armed, and it could’ve been disastrous.

The thief must’ve panicked then, because he left the jewellery by the window where he saw dad, then broke the ceiling tiles in the room wondering if he could escape into the roof, but it hit a narrow spot. He probably notice the dad planning to talk longer, snuck out the back door and vaulted the fence again.

This is the real heartbreak

We’re speculating a lot of things; that this was a planned heist(?), that they’ve scouted out the house and our habits well. He/they could’ve been the one who poisoned Marley, since we always had kept Marley out. It could, in certain ways, even be an inside job; the minute maid had particularly asked several questions this morning in regards to whether anyone would’ve been home or not.

That’s to the extent of it. I suppose we can count ourselves lucky that no one was hurt, and nothing was stolen. It’s just that we’ll have to fork money out for the repairs. The PS3 will have to wait.

Watch yourselves, folks. I used to think our house was safer than the average one, but after today, I suppose nothing can stop a determined thief.

God damn mother fucker.