ALERT
I am a victim.
I stepped out of my tution kid's house, and i could not find my slippers anywhere. I was smiling cheekily and guessed zy had played a prank on me. While my kid was panicking and searching her neighbour's shoe rack, i dialled zy hotline and demanded him to appear immdiately and returned them to me.
At the other end of the line, i heard that irritating recorder "Doors closing" and i realised, "OH BLOODY NO!"
Somebody kidnapped my slippers. My right black and left white havaianas slippers. Okay, i wouldn't classify them as slippers. They are(well, hope that they are still alive) nice, comfortable, stylish, unique pair of foot wear. Cross breed between slippers and sandals. How cool.
Lastly, the white one has my name on it and the black was scribbled by someone special.
Nope, i don't care whether they are old and dirty. Anyone who sees them must tell me and they will be heavily rewarded.
Hell, i walked in those platforms and strolled from floor to floor trying to investigate who would have stole them. I knew there was zero chance to find some dumb ass displaying their stolen goods at their corridor. But when you are upset, nothing logical will crave on your head.
Those overwhelming sorrow engulfed me and spoilt my night. Curse the person!
I stepped out of my tution kid's house, and i could not find my slippers anywhere. I was smiling cheekily and guessed zy had played a prank on me. While my kid was panicking and searching her neighbour's shoe rack, i dialled zy hotline and demanded him to appear immdiately and returned them to me.
At the other end of the line, i heard that irritating recorder "Doors closing" and i realised, "OH BLOODY NO!"
Somebody kidnapped my slippers. My right black and left white havaianas slippers. Okay, i wouldn't classify them as slippers. They are(well, hope that they are still alive) nice, comfortable, stylish, unique pair of foot wear. Cross breed between slippers and sandals. How cool.
Lastly, the white one has my name on it and the black was scribbled by someone special.
Nope, i don't care whether they are old and dirty. Anyone who sees them must tell me and they will be heavily rewarded.
Hell, i walked in those platforms and strolled from floor to floor trying to investigate who would have stole them. I knew there was zero chance to find some dumb ass displaying their stolen goods at their corridor. But when you are upset, nothing logical will crave on your head.
Those overwhelming sorrow engulfed me and spoilt my night. Curse the person!