Gone gone goneÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
- MumÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Canon Ixus 30
- HubbyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s RM9000
- Toshiba Tecra A6 LCD screen
Bad things have happened these past few weeks.
MumÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Canon Ixus 30
I borrowed my mumÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s camera to Bangkok and lost it in Pattaya. I had thought that it was with SIL#1 as she has asked to borrow it to see the pictures in it. After we reached the hotel and met up again later to go for a cabaret show, I casually asked her where the camera was (I was sure it was with her and I wanted to take pictures). That was when she said she it was not with her. Arghhhh! The first thing that went through my mind was the picturesÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ my beyoooootiful pictures, my memoriesÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ gone gone goneÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ So now both of us have compromised and each has forked out RM550 at PC Fair (April 2006) for a new camera for my mum.
Two days ago, hubby got robbed in Giant 1Utama. He did not tell me first hand as I went back to mumÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s house for the weekend with the kids. It kind of seemed like he was in a trance, we could not be sure. It went like this:
He was rushing out of Giant to meet up with SIL#2. In the midst of rushing, someone near him seemed to have dropped some money near his feet and was tugging at his Ã‚Â¾ pants. He thought that this fellah was trying to stop him from picking up the money, thus he kept pushing this fellahÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand away from his own leg. All of a sudden, the fellah stood up and ran away in the opposite direction, together with a few other accomplices who all ran in different directions. This is when hubby felt something fishy going on. As he looked down, he saw that the zipper on his pants (near his knees) was open and the money inside was gone. There goes his takings from work that day, he had thought that putting the money in his pocket while they went for a quick lunch instead of bringing his bag would be safeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ gone gone goneÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Toshiba Tecra A6 LCD screen
Yesterday evening, I took out my new notebook (people from my department have to change to new notebook models every few months) to show SILs the new log in format Ã¢â‚¬â€ thumbprint recognition. As soon as the notebook booted up and I did the thumbprint scan, Ivan jabbed at the screen 2 or 3 times with his plastic crocodile tail. He was excited at seeing his own face on my screen. Before any of us could stop him, the screen cracked, leaving only half screen visible while the rest went to darkness. Needless to say, after all the bad luck we had (and me just having received the bad news regarding hubbyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ordeal), I was speechless. I did not scold Ivan, as he knew he had done something wrong just by my shocked scream. He lied face down on the bed, not moving, looking up at me every now and then. Sigh! Gone gone goneÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Now IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll have to see if my superior can help me with this case, if not then there goes RM1300++.