ENOZ

Don't you think CSI is a tad bit perculiar?
You guys know what CSI is right? I mean everybody watches CSI at least once in a very long while. Have you noticed how every single episode they'll be able to solve any mystery thrown to them? An what's even more amazing is that they always ALWAYS find every piece of evidence at the crime scene and on many occasion, off the crime scene. I'm always left dumb-founded and have to constantly remind myself it's just a show. Which reminds me.... I have to return Slur's crapy show to her.....
And another perculiar thing about CSI is that they NEVER find something that might mislead them. It's like every single fact / evidence / witness they find further intensifies the suspense and / or leads them to the culprit. Life isn't like that, and I offer myself as the first example.
If someone, let's say me, died in my house, even the best CSI team will be left running around chasing wild goose and flying donkeys. My whole house is like a genetic maze constructed to fool anybody who dares to delve too deep. The first thing these geniuses will find are my fingernails hidden under plants and in flower pots. This will make them wonder if I was in a rough struggle which resulted in broken nails and they might even send these nail for genetic fingerprinting! When in fact the answer is as simple as me believing we should return all nutrients to the soil so my tendency to burry things. But my mom doesn't enjoy me "re-decorating" her garden so I have to do this secretly and hence the scattered nails here and there after I cut 'em. I always take extra care to use dry leaves to cover my nails to prevent her from finding them. Smart, right?
And then there's the puzzle of the notes and anagrams. Again, me the victim has this bad habit of just writing anything that I'm thinking about on whatever paper I can find with whatever stationery I can find. So if you look through the post-its and edges of the newspaper and magazines in my house, you'll find a lot of meaningless words and doodles and phrases. But to the wondering mind, it might as well be a secret code to invade Iraq at noon tomorrow. Then there are all those numbers that might or might not be the phone number of my murderer (still assuming I was killed), of the random names here and there that might be that of my killer's! In case you're wondering, I just write these names down to see if they look as cool as they sound. And recently, I've decided that the coolest guy-name is Chad and the coolest girl-name is Veronica.
But then again, if you hired the CSI: Miami to solve my murder they would probably skilfully dodge any clue that might mislead them without even trying! And instead of finding cut finger nails in flower pots and random pieces of messages around the house, they'll probably find a microscopic droplet of blood on the coconut tree behind my house that belongs to the perpetrator which was a result of him plucking a coconut to chill out after the tiresome task of murdering me.
I suggest the Malaysian government hire these amazing heroes to solve the mystery of the bocor-ness.