My sissy

My sissy came back from The Island on Wednesday evening.
My sissy's car broke down on Thursday night.

To make her feel better, her hubby thinks they should eat out.
Unfortunately, they ate out at a kopitiam.

And her handbag got snatched.



Along with her nice Big Brown Bag, her Lumix camera with all her holiday pictures, her transceiver, her thumb drive, her cash, her two phones including my black flip phone.

At about 10ish when she called to inform us of that, the three of us at the mahjong table stopped and could not breath.

I provided her with the numbers to the banks, telcos, everything. I didn't even have time to ask if she's alright, if she's hurt, injured, something, anything. I didn't have time to ask. I didn't have time to even digest what was happening.

My hands went cold.


It was worse than receiving news of JMA's demise.

Such a thing to befall after a holiday on The Island.





I spoke to Ti today. And asked her how she handled it. She's alright. She's fine. It's not her that is resisting this. She's got a list she could refer me to. And then told me, "Girl, if you have any doubt, then you know it's wrong already"


Uh. Maybe coz it's close to pre-bleeding. Don't know. But some things, some smackings could tell a lot of things.



Whatever it is, breath right. Remember to breath. It's pointless going for every Wednesday evening's commitment if everything else in my life is wrong.


Eitherway, I feel like there's going to be more of bad vs good news.


Although it's F1 weekend... I could really do with a little more boost.. a little more.. restecpa!