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I've been working on my engagement post. Not this one. But this time, the official one (which was involved by both families). Why it took so long? First of all, I'm not procrastinating (since it occured on last two weeks). But I waited till the photos done while I wrote the text. 
Earlier this week I got the CD from the photographer, I was so excited and I copied all of them to my laptop. The text was done too. I should have post it earlier but my internet connection as usual, sucky. And didn't know why, I couldn't upload any photos. 

Here's the thing.
Yesterday morning before I went to work, I found out that my laptop with its bag was MIA. I searched it like crazy cos I CAN'T lose it. Valuable. I bought the laptop with my own money that I got from working at the bank couple years ago. Not forget to mention, thousands of photos and important files were there too. Shortly, the laptop was missing and later we found out that there's a thief sneaking into our house! 
Thank God we're all fine, and that douchebag only took my poor laptop with IDR500k money in cash. But you know, am still gutted. It's a samsonite bag, which bought by my mom. 

Blame it on me cos I always put the bag near my kitchen door.. I never take it to my room upstairs cos it's so HEAVY. with all the files and things inside. But it's gone now.. :'( I feel like crying cos there are so many photos and company files in there. I wish someone wipe it out before selling it so all the data would  eventually disappear..

Lesson learned, 
never put any valuable things anywhere but your own room. 
Gotta go now. ciao. 





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Demetrius said…
Before you go to sleep or leave the house, you have to lock the doors and close the windows. You can't trust anybody :(

Protect your house from rats and roaches... "Greedy criminals"
March 16, 2012 at 2:52 AM
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