break in

[to write it down as to not forget.]

our house got broken into a few days ago six pm tuesday to be exact. the guy smashed the kitchen window, located at the back of the house, using a brick (which we later found to be on top of the washing machine the next day). he then managed to unlatch the window, and then lift the damn thing up, and gained himself entry.

what was a curious/lucky, depending on how you view it, was that A was inside the house, probably just got came in, but didn’t realize the intruder. suspecting and hearing nothing, she went straight into the bathroom and did her business after lingering around the hallway for a full five minutes.

we speculated that the thief was trapped in F’s room, and decide to hide there, evidenced by the loss of her mobile phone (the cheap one) and the mess he had made by opening each drawer. he even took the trouble/liberty (leisure?) to separate the malaysian coins and the australian coins from the piggy bank. that and my conveniently put money jar on the table containing not more than 20 quid.

what was certain was once A called out from the toilet who’s there, thinking it was us, (hearing the footsteps), he panicked and started to run through the backdoor. it was after she got out of the toilet she realized that, one, the house is empty and two, a freaking window was smashed.

and there you have it the full incident. after that the normal panicking, neighbours pouring in, police knocking on the doors of the neighbours, collecting ids and all that.

oh where were we, you ask? at the university of course, trying to finish this one assignment worth eight percent of a subject, which i only managed to partially finish (aka given up) twenty minutes ago. naturally by the time we got home, getting a lift from ze Canadian Fwend, all the commotion has ended and there was only the police trying to see what’s missing and what’s not.

now, how does one handle/react to a news like this?
let’s look at how each acted, after reaching the house,

a) person A, zooming into the room; frantically touching everything, OHMYCAMERA’s still here, emitting little squeaks of amazement over what’s lost and what isn’t, much to the puzzlement of the officer, wondering eh, what’s the commotion about. why is she worked up like that.
b) person B, zooming into the room, noticing what’s different, checking each important item if it’s still there, then resume to look at person A.
c) person C, looking at the window, after hearing A n B, proceeds to follow suit.
d) person D, greeted the officer, looked at the window, and then when everyone has looked at her stuff, goes to her own room and notices nothing missing. (when it was pointed out that some cash was missing only then she remembers oh i did have some money lying around).

there is nothing significant about the above reactions except to see how people are more attracted to the cause or to the effect.

at any rate, there’s nothing to be worried about. some people came during the night (the femes kak z), the forensic came the next day and tried to find fingerprints with his very convenient dusty stuff and brush, the window fixed by noon, and everything resumes as normal.

other boring notes;

• it turns out that you may need a biology degree to be in the forensics. 
• fingerprints are only good on shiny surfaces, and when they are gripped tight. smudges, slips don’t count. 
• when in state of agitation, you need to drink/eat a lot.
• sometimes people are too tired to react to any news. the internal state controls/influences the external, and not otherwise. (extraversion vs introversion?)
• break ins happen often, anywhere.
• you have wonderful neighbours
• things get done quickly in states of emergencies but stalled otherwise
• the advent of pressure
• everyone likes stories of crimes/mysteries
• some people instragram everything
• asked whether to take a picture or not, person B says, i’d rather keep it in my head.