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Saturday, December 17, 2005

Owwww....

Yesterday.

I can't feel my legs no more.

We (Hall 9 squash team) played against the very strong Hall 2 in the preliminaries today. Despite losing 3-2, all my players put in a very good fight but we still couldn't match the level of skill of the opposing team. Still, kudos to the team for the effort - so what if we lost... lose in style can already!

Had training under THE coach again and I must say that I've never perspired so much in my LIFE. I was literally dripping with sweat and my skin was glistening, it'd have put M.A.C's glitter pigments to shame. (i apologise for the sordid details there)

It left me more aching than ever.

Today.

I woke up with a stuffed nose, a dry and scratchy throat, and blocked ears. I'm most likely:
(a) overdehydrated from last night's training
(b) down with a flu bug after 4 hours in winter wonderland
(c) allergic to the aircon

I think it's (a).

Anyhow, I climbed outta bed at 8 this morning to get to school to settle some things in the lab. It's literally my 2nd home now. I'm not even in hall as much as I am in my lab coat and gloves.

Someone please tell me I still have a life?

Work aside, I received a shocking SMS today. Someone from Indonesia told me that he saw my lost laptop at a 2nd hand store at Tanjung Pinang and found it weird that it still contained all my documents AND PERSONAL DATA in it - most people reformat their computers before selling them off.

He got my number through my CV (it's freaky. everything about me IS inside that piece of technology) and notified me - it completely threw me off for the moment. To know that a specific person has access to all your private information is by far more scary than knowing that your personal information is somewhere out there.

Don't ask why, it just is.

I replied and told the guy that my laptop was stolen and he offered to help me to save the data if I needed it because the vendor was going to reformat the computer. He said he'd send it to my address; my reports, past work and all. However, it's permanent goodbye to my pictures and video clips cos' there wasn't enough time (and probably disk memory) for him to save those.

Thank God that this person's nice enough to contact me even though he really didn't have to. I may finally recover my years of reports and schoolwork that I've painstakingly accumulated.

I called the Sgt. that was in charge of my case and told him about the SMS. He said that nothing much could be done and I don't really care about the lost laptop already. I've long gotten over it and I don't really see the point in going through so much trouble to get back something that is not even in good working condition (the DVD drive's not even working!)

It's all in the past already and I've moved on. It's really tiring to keep harping on the matter and desperately keep trying to find back what's lost.

My dad thinks otherwise. He feels I should call the police and get them to retrieve the laptop from 2nd hand vendor... he doesn't understand that I want to move on already and besides, the sergeant DID say that there's nothing much that can be done, other than finding out who sold the laptop to Indonesia.

That's pretty pointless if you ask me.

I mean, I find the person who sold it, so what? The person who took my laptop could have given it to a friend to sell, who passed it to a colleague, who passed it to a relative, who gave it to the dog.... You get the picture.

But at least my mum agrees with me.

Christmas.

A reason and season to be cheerful!

We're going to have a Christmas dinner at home! Finally... I think it'll be the first festive dinner as a whole family in like, what, 10 years?

Dad's getting the turkey, Mum's ordering the log cake, my little sis has volunteered to decorate the house and make her famous jelly (which, FYI, comes in box and only needs water and refrigeration. but she always likes to ask if HER jelly is nice to eat. how bad can it get anyway? *grin*) and I've got the presents!!

David Gan splurges $30 000 on gifts and I'm not as filthy rich as him but this year, I got better gifts for everyone close. It burns a hole in the wallet, especially when you have a big family *sweat*, but tis the season of giving, and it's fun being santa!

[Time of Confession] 12:29 AM
2 Wisecracks for Me

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

the person who stole your laptop probably does it on a regular basis, enough to know an exporter who trusts the thief enough to be willing to accept a laptop without all the accompanying software licenses. NO CHRISTMAS for these people.

1:41 AM  
Blogger Madcap J said...

yeah... no christmas for the losers.

5:08 PM  

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