Friday, May 8, 2009

DAMN THEM!

I feel raw hate for those who stole my brown duffel bag yesterday, May 8! That bag has a sentimental value to me. It belonged to my dear late maternal grandmother. And in that bag was my one-gig Kingston flash disk where my 50% of photo collection was stored.

Fuck those two teen-agers who made sungkit my bag from the window of my room! According to my sources, they were roving junk buyers who chanced upon my grilled window and saw my bag. My, what sharp eyes they've got! They thought it had lots of money in it, but, alas, it only contained eight pesos! Har-har-har!

I had immediately and already notified the barangay authorities yesterday, but I conducted a personal investigation. The theft occurred between 12 o'clock noon and 1 o'clock when I went out of the house to get my lunch for less than an hour. The bag was sort of half-hidden with its strap in view behind piles of papers and books on top of my drawer. The sons of bitches, as I said, have admirably sharp eyes and deductive minds. Using a long sturdy katuray tree branch attaching a hook wire at its end, they had it pass through the grills and successfully got my bag. The bag is small it could pass through the grills. They left the branch beneath the grilled window.

I don't know if those fucks know what a USB is. Either they sell it for one or two hundred pesos to those who want to have one. Or, if those dicks know how to use it or are computer literates, erase all my precious files (aside from the photo collection) and replace them with their own. Or, if they really are dumber than dumb, throw it away for, to them, it has no value or use.

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! They fucked me up and, I hope, they also will be fucked up. They had me feel miserable last night. I was inconsolable by my Mamu. He promised me he will buy me a new one with higher storage capacity. But it was not that. I was thinking of my collection who took me more than a year to collect. Some of them I had accessed and stored through renting a PC in an Internet shop. But, fortunately, I had my own back-up file in my favorite Internet shop. The owner let me make a folder and does not erase it from their system. Of course, he does not know that it was full of gayporn. I was discreet about it. But the thing is, it's not updated. The file in the flash disk is.

All right, if I have to do it all over, I will. I won't let those two fucks get me down. I will bounce back. And may those smelly mother fuckers rot in their piss! Of course, I will get another flash disk. This time with a higher storage capacity, as my Mamu suggested. It has to be soon, you know.

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