DUMBbell and DUMBme

So what do you think a dumbbell is used for?

Making you look like this?


(Woooo.... Check out the biceps and the 6 pacs.... Even I am drooling too....)

Other than that, let me show more of what the dumbbell in my house is capable of.


I was on the way to pick up my laundry last night, when I recevied a call from Mr. Lau. So we chatted about how life's going, how suckie exams was, and also, I was asking about Isle Of Wight because he has been there before.

I am not sure about others. But when I am on the phone, I will do something or take something which is within my reach and play with it.

E.g.

When I am holding a pen, I begin writing lots of characters in chinese and english on a piece of scrap paper.

Or,

I play around with my calculator by pressing the button 1 for 1000 times.

What else?

I take out my rings, play with them, wear them back, play with them, wear them back.... goes on and on until the phone call is over.

Yea, so these are a few examples of stuff that I do when I am talking on the phone. It is not like I am showing disrespect to the people I am talking to. I would say, it's more of me having itchy hands.

So guess what was within my reach last night when I was on the phone?

Yes, the bloody dumbbell.

I was rolling the dumbbell back and forth with my right feet, while I was on the phone with Uncle Lau. And I guess I was a bit hyper during the conversation (you know what Mr. Lau is capable of, he is damn good in arousing people, esp male -_-).

Rolling it back and forth, I suddenly saw this section of wall beneath the mirror of the wardrobe. By exerting a little force, I was aiming to roll the dumbbell and hit the wall section by the path shown below.


And yeah! I was actually very accurate because the dumbbell went the exact route that I wanted it to.

The problem is, I overestimated the gap which the dumbbell has to go through to hit the wall. Hence, instead of hitting the wall, it hit the mirror.

YES! IT BLOODY HIT THE BLOODY MIRROR! AARRRGGHHHHHHH........

And immediately, "Krrraannnggg"! And the mirror cracked.


I was stoned at that instant. Really stoned. More stoned than the moment when I looked at the exam papers and didn't know any hell about it.

Me: Fuck! Chau hai I broke the mirror!!!! OMG...
Mr. Lau: Hahahaha.... You gao dim your thing lar I speak to you later bye.
Me: ....................

Damn it! He was the one who aroused me and he just hung the phone without showing me any concern. -_-

I was seriously doomed at that moment. I took a closer look at the cracked mirror, and almost had depression.


What struck me was, Shit how much am I going to pay for this damage I have caused? I wasn't overworried at all. Look at the length of the mirror.


And once it had any minor crack, the whole thing has to be replaced! My mind went blank and I sat in front of the mirror, stoned.

The feeling was like, when Riquelme missed the 90th minute penalty against Arsenal that lead Arsenal to the Champions League Final.


XQ heard some sound (possibly the cracking sound, or the DIU from me) and came into my room to check out what was going on. After seeing the crack, his response was:" OMG Ah Goo, Soli! Seong seong!"

Yinky:" Don't think about it don't think about it!"

Wee Yow:" I think you can prepare 200 quids for replacement now."

-_-"

So I found out who I actually should not go to talk to when I was in deep shit. When I needed thousands of comforts. Hahaha....

I could no longer continue with my work and my brainstorming at that moment because I was seriously very bothered by the fact that I have to pay a big amount of money to replace it. It is a bloody big piece of mirror! Sigh....

After doing some googling online checking the market price of a custom made mirror, I was estimating, 100 quids perhaps?

And I just realised that, I had been really, really overoptimistic with my price estimation. T_T

I spoke to Jasmine moment ago and she told me last year when she accidentally broke the glass of the window, she paid 70 quids for it.

That was not the end of the case. She shared a room last year, and hence, 70 quids is half of the amount that had to be paid.

140 quids for the piece of glass on the window? How about my big piece of mirror? Gonna cost me a nuclear bomb!

But at least, at this moment, I have accepted the fact that I broke the mirror and I am ready to pay a sum of money. If she told me that last night, I could have sat in front of my wardrobe, stoned until spider web starts growing on me.

Brothers! Sisters! Please! It's either you guys raise a charity fund to help me, or give me any information (address or phone number) if there is any cheap labour out there to help me to attach a new piece of mirror back to the wardrobe, because according to Jas, it's actually the labour that is costly, but not the mirror itself.

Or, probably I need to suck up to my landlord so that he could possibly pity me, and charge me less for the replacement, or even give me free! (Yah dream on....)

Cheap labour! Anyone knows any cheap labour? Cheap Cheap Labour! Please contact me!

By the way, please do not provide me cheap labour with Malaysian address, or phone number that starts with 012, or 016. Thanks.

T_T