The biggest crime ever happened to me

This morning I moved out of Harbor Steps. Last night I took one last look at the sea with myriads of lights floating over it. It's quite a great view. My old Nissan Sentra got stuffed with all my belongings - a huge suitcase and several other bags.

I parked my car a bit past 9:40am at the parking lot in front of Lowe's and went into the TRB building for the Developer Boot Camp. Around 4:10pm I got out of TRB and went back to my car, trying to head to my new apt at Bellevue. The trunk is broken, the lock's being screwed with a blatant dent on the side of the key hole. I opened up and found all my belongings gone except a couple of shoes, some bottled water and a bag of leftover fruits from my refrigerator. This is really unbelievable, it's being committed at the best time for a theft - when I had all the stuff inside it. For some reason, maybe a bit tired, maybe so incredibly mature, maybe a bit retarded at the moment, I was not feeling that outraged, rather more surprised I would say. A Japanese American stepped out of his car and expressed his sympathy after knowing the happening. I appreciate that, man! I then called the police to report the crime - which with high probability won't do any good.

I later realized I had put my fairly new laptop in the suitcase, which is loaded with all the school work and personal info. Besides the best and newest collection of clothes I had, quite a bunch of books are gone too. Especially regretful is the Trump's How to Get Rich book I received from my friend Li as a farewell gift. I am only half-way through it. I guess now I can only make half-a-millionaire.

I wish no other terrible incidents will happen in the foreseeable future, especially my vigilance is elevated to an unprecedented level.