Sevenfold, dude... sevenfold.

Isn't it weird how tragedies become more blogworthy than good stuff? Like how I never mentioned getting a mini iPod for my birthday? Or that I even had a birthday party in the first place? Well, its just as well since I am now an ex-owner of a pink mini iPod I secretly called Hamster.

Spent an unfruitful day with my mom today- going to many places but not getting much done. The last stop of the day before college in the evening was One Utama where I placed my ratty red haversack in the boot to keep it out of sight. Dinner, then bought the mini iPod casing (no three-pack rubber casing anymore, guys). Went back to the car, opened the boot and stared at the empty place where a bag containing my laptop, Hamster, Hamster's charger, handphone, the Red Binder that contained my life, my assignment, half a tube of fruit LifeSavers, a buncha new gel ink pens, my house keys and the hunter green corduroy jacket i bought in Phils.

They stole my dreams! All of it! Literally, actually. My dream journal dating back to last year was in the Red Binder. Frankly, I was more concerned about losing the binder than I was my laptop until I remembered my scripts and stories in that thing. The script in itself is probably more valuable than my iPod, old P2 laptop and handphone combined. If I see it on the internet or on TV3 in someone else's name, I'll track the guy down and shoot him in th' foot. Ah well, it can always be rewritten. All is not lost, I suppose.

I had to change the entire set of house padlocks because my house address was in my resume, which was in my laptop. My mother cannot be in logistics to save her life. You know how it is, when you have four similar locks and 16 keys that might or might not fit when you expect it to. We swapped the two 'hot' padlocks for new ones and my mom started getting confused fits. Heh. The missing keys weren't my fault, so she couldn't get too riled up and whale on me. In half and hour, we forgot which padlocks were 'hot' and which were not. Another few fits later and we logically solved it by comparing the rate of tarnish, CSI-style! Although, Griss would've been appalled by our headless-chickens-in-the-yard approach to th' science of tarnish.

Nothing is truly stolen, because I expect sevenfold in return. I'll keep my leather mini iPod casing til I get Hamster The Second back. In fact, sevenfold would probably mean me giving away the casing eventually because it wouldn't fit the iPod I'll be getting. A wifi-enabled laptop that doesn't take 20 minutes to boot up. Seven new scripts that'll pay cash for my first car (with a good alarm system). Oh yeah.

In everything, give thanks...