more adventures...

life. i call it unpredictability. he says it's spontaneity, flexibility, adaptability. anything but.

so i'd my first brush with the law yesterday. his name: constable ed*. seriously. tat's how he introduced himself. this is how it went.

it was one of the dynamic road thingies, where the arrows and lights change according to the time of the day and traffic flow. dk and i were cruising along the river when...

"turn right here! hEre!!!" dK almost shrieks.
"hUH?! but i don't think supposed to eh..." i reply half-heartedly but signal and turn obediently anyways

like every good p-plate driver, i check my rearview mirrow to see a white car with some markings follow behind.

"eh, the taxi also turned... so maybe actually can turn hor?"
"told you so," dk drawls, cocky like anything

*cue flashing lights (luckily no siren. so sia suai)

"crap, not taxi, it's police..." i think to myself and shoot dk a dirty look.

i always mistake taxis as police and scare myself. but this time, it was for real. i pull over and a tall burly dude steps out of the 'taxi' and swaggers toward lil 'kye' (my babycar) and me.

*more dirty looks for dk

"hi madam, i'm constable e* blahblahblah..."
constable. i thot tat word was obsolete. together with their uniform of khaki shorts. anyways to cut the long story short, an id check and breathanalyser later, constable ed* offers a stern warning and then swaggers off.

phew. thank God nothing happened. toopid dk. i'll never listen to him again.

another leaf outta my thot-tree:

i think my housemate's mum j~ might have taken my stuff. my meat disappeared fr my freezer and my vitamin b from the counter too. confronted about it, she said she took the meat by mistake but didn't take my vit b. now, how do i believe her when there are only 3 of us in the house and neither steph or myself touched it. ;d boo. but at least i'm gonna move soon. which takes me to the next thing.

so j~ gave me numbers to 2 potential renters and asked me to contact them. so i send out a very generic msg rite. which goes like 'hi, the house is available for viewing the next weekend'. the replies then include the words "dear" and "date"... is it jus me or... oh nevermind. one thing that disturbed me tho was how much these renters knew about me. like tat i'm a physio and go to church? i wonder wat stupid j~ has been telling them. well. i'm not replying the "date", "dear", "fix-me-i've-a-broken-bone" msg. dang tat stupid j~

and i do kinda miss sydney.