A few days ago, my dad's apartment was broken into. To our surprise and possibly himself and his wife, his expensive watches, her expensive jewellery, handbags, shoes, electronics and other little valuables were left untouched. Only one item was taken -- their safe.

Their safe included cash, very expensive valuables and most important of all, their passports. It probably included some important documents too. The funny thing was it wasn't a forced entry into their apartment. The robbers possibly had a key to their lock, or a skilled lock-picker. Robbers, too. There was definately more than one. I mean, we're dealing with a safe built to keep things in - think about what it's made of, something hard, heavy and tough, and definately not easy to break.

The thing is, my maid, who we've known for fifteen years and counting (she took care of me from when I was a wee one), works part-time for my dad. She goes over there twice a week to clean up, wash and iron clothes and etc. After she cleans up at his place, she comes over to our apartment to stay with us. Usually it's for most of the week, unless she's got other errands to run. She was the only other person who had a copy of dad's apartment keys.

My maid is currently somewhere at the Brickfields police station, a dodgy area full of nobodies, weirdos and creeps. She's locked up in a cell, forced to stay under the "careful" watch of the police and investigators. She is their main suspect.

Frankly, she couldn't have done it. Why would she steal a fscking safe, which she probably wouldn't be able to open because you'd need a password or something? Right? If she was that kind of person, during New Years while my dad and stepmum were on a boat somewhere off the coast of the Malaysian peninsular, she could have snuck into their apartment (because you know, she's the only other one with the key) and stolen their stuff. Or, while she cleans their place twice a week, you know she handles their stuff, especially the jewellery and watches they leave around, she could have taken them and left. But no, she never did that. We trust her anyway, we know she would never do it.

Yesterday, mum and I went to visit her at the police station. It was my first visit to a police station, and I must say ohmyGod - our country, Malaysia, is being protected by a police force that is by far the most dodgy and uncivilised. When we walked through the gates, and around the compound, there were all these weirdos wandering around aimlessly (as they seemed to me). Each time you passed someone, they'd look at you with suspicious minds - why are you here, what was your crime. It was creepy. Mum and I had to wait almost an hour for the investigator to give us the OK-to-go signal to see our maid. I listened to my iPod (thank God I brought it along) while waiting, and mum tried her best to watch the dodgy Bollywood movie which was on TV. The investigators were animalistic. They shuffled their feet, reluctant to pick them off the ground as they walked wandered around, in and out of the room. Cigarettes hanging off of their mouthes. There was a stench too, a mixture of sweat, tobacco and coffee. It was, what I call, super dodgy. Mum couldn't agree more.

Our maid is fine anyway. She's hanging in there. People still want to question her and collect statements from her about what had happened. We saw her, had a chat with her and one of the investigators (who was much nicer than the ones we saw before) and continued to vouch for our maid's integrity. There were other things that the police missed out on - other possible suspects who they never thought about.

But then again, people are wronged everyday. Unfortunate, but it happens.

Which reminds me, I'd just started watching Prison Break after endless nagging from Jude to watch her Wenty the show. It's great! Another thing to get hooked on, along with Greys and House and Desperate Housewives...

And of course, a new addition to my list of love interests (the list actually has one name on it, namely Mr McGregor ♥)... I present to you,


Cheers x)