my life april 2010 – 101% drama .

i don’t need a summary of the month, but just these events, because they have knocked my socks off for this month and i am still stunned and recovering… life sucks for me now.

finally decided to buy a new phone and get a line, so i got a data plan so that i have email and the internet at my disposal =)

paid to help zourdan get the same phone – the motorola milestone, and both lines were signed under my name.
went home to fiddle with it… whilst deciding to skip class, at night, zourdan’s friends called to tell me they got screened during smoking at a public place, and since dan’s name was already on the AWOL list, he got caught back to the station, then to camp.

on the day we got new phones too. tough luck.
didn’t realize i would be having to pay the phone bills for the time that he’s serving time. zzz.

so anyway. wee hours of the morning, still on the comp, some paypal internet webpage keeps popping up. suddenly notepad pops up and out comes a typed message – HAHAHA I HACKED YOUR ACCOUNT PAYPAL

and things like that. didn’t take it seriously, although my internet browser was constantly shutting down by itself… till the notepad messages started to list my email address, password… and the hacker informed me what he was doing (which means he’s not a pro, it’s his first time, as hackers won’t brag or let the hacked party know what they were doing), like, he got my mastercard info (so i promptly called the bank to cancel it), then he charged my card through google checkout (so i emailed them about the fraud), then he started saying things like he has changed my credit card pin (there’s no such thing… so if he doesn’t know about credit cards, it means he’s below 21 or below 18, noob).

tracked his email – hady_sazer@yahoo.com so beware!
I spent the next few days settling with the bank and obviously in a state of disbelief.

Two nights later as I was banging away on the computer there was an audible knock on the door. Well my doorbell has kinda been on the fritz lately but I remembered Daddee fixing it before he left so I found it suspicious. And, it was midnight..!
Peeped through the peephole and saw this unknown Indian man in a striped work shirt and slacks standing quietly on my doorstep. He didn’t look drunk but I was freaked out anyway; why didn’t he ring the bell?
went to get my maid but he was gone already (of course I didn’t open the door!).
Was thinking that it might had been a case of mistaken address… but then again if it were important he would’ve waited for answer, sounded out, or knock again… suspicious definitely!

I dismissed it although it did increase my paranoia.

The next afternoon Daddee called all the way from Mongolia. Saying that my sister was stricken. At bloody high noon two unknown men showed up at my doorstep, one topless Indian (!!!) And one Malay.
My sister said their main interest seemed to be in the whereabouts of my now-arrested brother. But the first thing they said when she answered the door was, “are you Zena?”
Omg! How the hell did they even know her name..?!
I can imagine why she was freaked.
Although would have preferred her to have kept her head on and asked them who THEY were, and why they needed to know so much.
So I called the police again, but they couldn’t put a watch on our house as we have not received threats or anything like that, but they did mention stepping up patrol.
Subsequently got a different male friend to stay over each night as much as possible, because there are no men in my house now.

Mommii has suspected hernia; well, her intestine dropped, so she needs to go for an op.

Seriously do I need to go on? I’m a fucking loser stuck with a horrible life…

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