"May your new days of the year brings you Good Luck and Good Fortune. Wishing you happy and prosperous New Year. Gong Xi Fa Cai !"
That’s what I wrote inside the greeting card I gave to my friends, wishing them good luck and good fortune. But what have happened to me, is far away from good luck.
12pm Saturday afternoon before CNY celebration. Traffic updates from my friend and aunty keeping me from starting my journey back home. Traffic at the highway was very heavy, so I decided to let it calm down a bit, before I jump into the massive Qs. Outside, the rain poured heavily. I have Kembara-full stuffs to bring back home, just finished packing them, so that they don’t get wet while I’m loading them. I bring them down 1-by-1, and dash helped me to load them into his Kembara. Then off we go. At 2pm, we stucked at Sg Buloh jam. Expected - ok fine. To avoid getting bored, I turn around to grab Shin Chan comic I put inside my dark blue-wheeled-19-inch-suit case (bag). I can’t find that bag inside the Kembara. GULP! The bag is missing! Maybe I left it while busy loading things just now! Quickly dash made a U-turn at Sg Buloh exit, and we’re heading back home, with a tiny hope that the bag is still there (where dash put it last). Unexpected - the bag’s gone! Along with all my important documents, organizer, clothes, make-ups, MP3 player, Shin Chan and other stuffs. Oh My God… I was sitting there, head in my hands, thinking what should I do? Should I find it or should I go back home town? Where should I find it and who might have it now? Yeah, I’m panic. turn on the PC and started typing:
"To anyone who have found a dark blue wheeled suit case, please return it to the tenants of B04-F4-4 immediately. You will be rewarded RM150 if you return the bag with all the documents and things inside it. If you wish to return just the documents, please do so by leaving it at the front door."
Photocopy 18 copies of it, and start pasting them at all notice board available at ground floor of all blocks. Please give me back my bag. I need those documents. And my clothes. And my make-ups. Please…
Grab a couple of available clothes and put it inside a smaller sling bag, me and dash started our journey back to hometown, again. No more happy face and no more singing Balik Kampung.
********** 2 days later, Monday morning
Nobody contacted me or returned my bag yet. I received an SMS from my sis who went back to KL ealier on Sunday, telling me that my car is knocked by someone at the parking. The reverse light shattered, bumper and fender moved a bit. Oh SH*T! I was acting cool in front of my parents so that they won’t notice my colorful face, but it didn’t last long. I’m really really angry, sad, hopeless and questioning: Why did this happen to me? Why me?
I just been UNLUCKY, that’s all. Can someone wish me good luck, and good fortune?