The cursed trail of bad luck is still trailing behind me! Just a month ago, my printer broke down and I conveniently embarassed myself at a Brother’s Accessory shop, which resulted in me purchasing a new HP printer to save me the trouble. Besides the inks are cheaper as HP cartridges actually last me a lil longer than Brother cartridges.

Then, my heater broke down, which to date, I have yet to repair.

Last Saturday, my laptop got STOLEN!!! yes, STOLEN!!

Whoever that f*ckin bastard is who stole my laptop *sorry, mind my language* I ……. !!! Argghh….but I am just sssoooooo ANGRY! When my team told me past midnight, that my laptop was stolen at a function, I took it quite gently, as I was just too tired to get angry, or upset or even react, actually.

But…..5 days later, the more I think about it, the more upset I become.

Anyway, today, my toilet flush broke down. WTF!

Would anyone like to sponsor my toilet flush?

My steamboat dinner today triggered my memory of my last steamboat session which was close to 7 months ago at Gotong Jaya. Two weekends before that, I sent my brother back to his college.

*reminiscing*

That weekend, I was on a pretty fine mood for a short road trip up to Genting and brought Alan, Stephanie and Soo Teng along.  I usually dropped my brother off at KL Sentral where he’d catch the bus back to Genting on student fare, but that weekend, somehow I caught the drivebug. Any roadtrips with jokers like Alan and Tian Leng can guarantee laughter from start to end.

“There…the food in this shop not bad. The curry mee is good.” Tian Leng pointed at a restaurant, as we turned into the junction leading to the gates of GIIC.

As he got out the car, I said, “be a good boy ah. DON’T smoke soo much…you know what I mean!”

“yaa yahhhhh…your friend quite a funny guy ahh,” Tian Leng cut me off and diverted the conversation.

“Ok sista…ByeE! Drive carefully ahh,” and he gave his trademark grin. With his faded backpack and bright orange plastic bag filled with his usual groceries, he disappeared into the college hallway.

So, off we went for our dinner at this steamboat restaurant. Chilli dip was so good we said we have to make another trip back for the steamboat.

Life’s like that huh…..

Two weeks later, I was back….

at the same restaurant having my steamboat.

But this time I was there to collect his belongings.

F*ck….was that the last time we spoke? I really cannot remember. Probably was. Sometimes the mind consciously has a way of unconsciously pushing certain memories into a tiny corner.