Contratulations on hacking my website. Give yourself a pat on the back, for slaying the mighty dragon that is me. Medworks is my home business. medexamtools.com is my website. I just thought I should tell you about myself a little. I figured, you were probably doing what you did because you figured you were "sticking it to the man" or something, hurting some big evil corporation, a symbol of industry, or maybe you just did it because you were bored. Let me first tell you that I was bankrupt in 2009, beaten by the stock market, deceived by liars, and I hate industry in general probably as much as you do. I currently have a net worth under 10 thousand dollars, and if I do not get orders through my website, I do not eat. The point of this message is, I can't stop you. I don't know enough about programming or online security or any of that. I figure the best I might do is ask you to stop, and maybe even repair any damage you do, or damage you have seen others have done, after reading this, and if I am sincere and you don't feel I deserve such harsh treatment, maybe you will. Please, do whatever you can and are willing to, to restore my website. Or tell me what to do. I am really sick of EVERY SINGLE DAY seeing a new administrator account there in the database. You're certainly not getting any profit out of it. Why don't you just stop? Are you just that bored or something? Is that just some kind of symbol of national pride in Malaysia, to hack some dolt's website? Frankly, I think it would be really cool if you tried a little harder and took down Microsoft's website. Or Yahoo. Make it load the video of Bill Gates getting hit by a pie any time someone visits the page. That would be funny. It would be nice if in addition to agreeing not to attack my site any further and if I'm lucky, helping me undo the damages, you told me what I could do to keep other people besides yourselves from attacking the website. I am not all that great with programming, but I'm a quick study. On to the story of my life. Abridged.

Professionally, my story is that in 1998 I graduated from high school. I went to the University of Missouri-Rolla, a relatively inexpensive state school, so that I had little trouble paying my way through college and working for it. I finished in 3 and a half years, 7 semesters, with a 3.910 GPA and a double major in applied mathematics and Electrical Engineering. I wasn't just good, I was very good. I won math contests. I went on to the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign to get a Masters in Electrical Engineering, and finished that in May of 2003. And not a damn company out there would hire me. It didn't matter that I was the smartest damn candidate they might hire as an Electrical Engineer, if only they weren't too stupid to see it; they were all too busy hiring their relatives and friends or people in India which they could pay 2 dollars an hour for skilled labor, and my hard work and academic performance didn't mean a damn thing. After years of this, I gave up. My mother had a REALLY small home business, which she gave to me to run. It mostly involves commissioning the manufacture of medical supplies from artisans in this one town in Pakistan which has been practically the whole world's supplier of that stuff for the last 100 years in bulk, and selling it a little bit at a time to whoever orders for a very meager profit. I am not a doctor, I am not a wealthy businessman, I am at best a mathematician who wasted 5 years getting 3 degrees that in the 1950s would have gotten him a high paying job but leaves me penniless today.

Let me tell you how miserable my life is. I have never had a girlfriend. I have never been on a date. I don't have any friends. I figure I might as well start with that, even though it is entirely for lack of trying. I have always been so extremely out of touch with the people around me, that they might as well be aliens from outer space. I never wanted to have anything to do with them, and I couldn't imagine trying to. I have lived and I could live a long time without seeing or speaking to another living person. In 1993, I got a cat. That cat was the world to me. In 1996 when I was 16, my parents forced me to give her away. And you want to know the most amazing thing of all? After the poverty from no career, having never had a relationship with another human being, all day and all night, that cat is all I ever think about. She would be 17 now, of course, so the odds are much against her being alive. All I know was the people who got her, when I tracked them down, apparently had given her away to some old lady in Blowing Rock, North Carolina, some time between 1998 and 2000. I spend my days thinking of that cat, wishing there was some way I could rescue her. Maybe if I had a lot of money, maybe I could have some online campaign and a reward for finding her, and when she did die, I could get her cryonically frozen, and then I could live with a smile on my face for the next thousand years if necessary. That's just how fucked up I am. I don't care about anything else when it comes down to it.

Do you really think you need to fuck me up any more than I am already?

If you would like to leave me a friendly message, feel free to throw something in at the end of this file below the line of dashes:

Oh, by the way. Remember how I mentioned I went bankrupt in 2009? Well I discharged 50 thousand US dollars of debt. Credit card debt. Discharged means I owed them money but I didn't have to pay them back in the end. If you're doing this because of that whole movement to hurt the dogs of the credit card companies for wikileaks sake, you have made a big error with me. I have hurt them through my actions probably a lot more than you have, certainly many dozens of times more than my puny online business has helped them. I should be your frigging hero.

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