Have you ever wished you could curse someone so bad and they just drop dead the next instance? I mean really, really DROP DEAD? Yeah, I know cursing for someone to die miserably, excruciatingly, horribly and repeatedly (if at all that is possible) is against any religion but at times like these, I’m tempted to throw all sense of conscience and religion out the window. Put it simply, my car got broken into about more than a week ago before I left for Korea, and my laptop stolen - my laptop which equals a lot, and I mean A LOT of hardwork, tears, blood, assignments for my job, one in particular which I have been working on for the past year, all contacts - personal and work related alike, email correspondences in my Outlook Express, investment profiles, pictures collected over the years, music (loads and loads of them, my own compositions included)and other miscellaneous items I might have missed out so far to boot. Oh, what makes it worse, the backup portable harddisk was stolen together with the laptop (I had the harebrain to put the backup device in the laptop bag as well, never thinking anything like that could happen to me - that makes me a great ignoramus I suppose), so I was quite so essentially dataless and so very, very unbelievably lost for a while back then, especially since I use my machine to work day in day out. I still am right now, and reliving that trauma the first few days after the break-in makes my blood boil somewhat and there’s an itch somewhere that can’t quite be eliminated with however much of scratching. I am still toying around with the thought of getting a bomoh or resorting to whatever black magic there is just to make the bastard pay double, triple, ten times, one hundred times what I have suffered ever since and am going to suffer until all data is restored. It would take a lot of time yet, that much is for sure. Particularly the presentation for my company, which is due for launch at the end of the year. Most of the data there was written by me, coupled with a freaking heck lot of hyperlinks (the entire file fits just nice into a CD - that’s how big it is), and with the backup lost, there’s no way around it except to rewrite and relink everything all over again. Oh, what frustration I feel just thinking about it…and dreaded indeed are the days to come when I would have to slog over my pc to redo what I have so painstakingly done over time - with a deadline to chase at that. What a lowdown no-good @&#^%&^%!@$&@*#$ that animal is, and I hope you soooo burn in hell for your no-life, no-benefit existence. Even the bloody scum in a shithole at least serves its purpose as foodstock for whatever microbes that live there…but I seriously wonder what your purpose here is in this world if you are to go around stealing what’s not yours for easy cash. Calling you a f***king piece of stinking, loathsome shit is a total insult to the shit honestly, and you’re so much a waste of good air and space on earth. I wonder if ever there was a time you had the conscience to wonder what inconvenience and heartache you have caused me and doubtlessly a number of others..likely not since you’re such an unscrupulous prick in the first place. Raaaggghh!!
And Eunice’s string of bad luck period is back or so it seems. A few days after that, the phone got resetted, and my recent contacts from April 2006 onwards were wiped out. So if you’re a new friend or someone I’ve exchanged contacts with recently, please be so kind as to forward me your number and details once again. Really appreciate that and thanks in advance.
Oh, and last night after returning from Korea, I had the bad luck to find out that my driver side window got crashed into once again…in the supposedly secure location of my condo parking lot. I wonder what the security people are doing. Heck, money out again to fix the damn thing and have it tinted. Seriously, this spell never ends once it’s got its steely grasp on you. Though, thank god once again for the people around me who made me feel that it’s worth it to trod on this prickly journey despite the thorns that injure…you know who you are. My dear Pluto, thanks for helping me fix my car window twice in a row and for consoling me when I was crying oceans over my lost machine. Oh, for taking me for that wonderful massage session too - very, very much appreciated really heehee…don’t know what I’d do without you. Siiiiggghhhh….anyway, no use looking back anymore and crying over spilt milk…I’ve got some to update on my interesting trip to Korea - actually I’ve got loads to update. It was a good trip, albeit being a little too cold for my liking and a little too tiring. Will do so once I shift myself into work mode to go laptop hunting once again. Lots of pictures to share too, so till next time, tatta!
