Money can come and go but art can never be recovered.

The genius contained within that blog post
exceeds the ingenuity contained within
this object.

After spending 5 hours sculpting a magnificent blog post, I had to face what no writer using a digital medium ever wants to encounter.
Yes I lost an entire post with no way to recover it.

Using my last can of Nescafe Ice and DJI Sam Soe Kretek cigarette, I laboured in the sweltering humidity to produce a golden commentary on the island of Malapascua and how it compares with the Indonesian Island of Bali.

After realising that the 'Blogger' platform was experiencing issues, I copied the entirely of my post so that I could paste it into a new post. Unfortunately, when I discarded the original post and pasted the copied text over, all I got was one image.  This was when I realised I had fucked up big time.

Anyone who has ever written hilarious shit will know that trying to reproduce such an organic piece of work is futile as it will lack the purity of the original; and so I write this post, fuelled entirely by the emotion of my grievances.

Such is the struggle of a person who relies of a constant internet connection in a place where reliability is lacking.