Yay, consecutive bad luck juiciness

I was kinda looking forward to go to Rio de Futsal, an indoor futsal court, with some friends, although I wasn’t playing. Joe kindly promised me that he’ll let me play with his N-gage (he knows I was still a little sad about the job thing), so I did, played Rayman 3, and was engrossed with it.

Friends left some of their belongings with me, including Heng Li’s specs which I left on the table. I went over metres away when Shawn called me, so I spectated the match a bit, went back to bring the belongings to the other side, and couldn’t find the specs.

...

Fuck.

So I searched everywhere. Asked around and stuffs. That idiot who took the specs..I’m cursing him/her to be impotent, suffer from severe brain tumour, have their eyeballs taken out and stomped on repeatedly, or crush the living daylights out of their most delicate parts.

Since I’m pretty much jobless as of now, I don’t think I’ll have enough money to survive the rest of the month after paying for half of the specs (RM100).

Things can’t get any worse.