Me and Uncle Chan have a  well-planned schedule for Sunday activities. I was very excited and looking forward on that day since i have not met him for a week due to business trip at KL again. The 1st mission is to have lunch together at one of the famous mee stall at Pasir Pinji. The mee stall is located under a big old tree and this is why people named the Mee Stall as “大树脚“ . Most of my friends or relatives who came from different state surely will pay a  visit to this place for hunting of Ipoh Best Food. The food is yummy and of course the price is darn CHEAP!

Sadly, 大树脚 is closed on Sunday. So we switched to their main competitor name 大树头 -.-lll They sell the almost same quality food and their customer is crowded as 大树脚 too. One thing different is that the condition of 大树头 is much more better and cleaner than 大树脚. You do not have to worry where to hide when it is raining on the half way you are eatingl. Both of us enjoyed the meal very much at there. hehe.

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After finished our lunch, we walked toward the car and wanted to continue the next activity.

The traffic of the road is busy and from behind we heard the motorbike sound “boom..Boom..” But we did not pay extra attention on it and chatting as usual.

Suddenly, i felt a mild pain on my hand. I do not know what is happening at all, but for normal reaction i have shouted “Arh!” for a time and unclechan shouted “har?!” I stunned at the spot and looking the back view of Moron Dead Pig Tortoise King holding my handbag gone!~ Both of us was shocked and looked at each other speechless for few minutes. After that only we go under the tree to discuss what to do next. I am shameful to tell that i cried at the roadside when i make call to my family to inform about the incident  

Later on, we were forced to cancel all the activities that we have planned earlier. *&*@#&^*)#(@ NO MOOD LIAO LO! We end up going to police station here and there to make report. KNS! The most terrible thing is that the Pasir Puteh Police Station not allowed us to make a report saying that i do not have any documents i.e. Surat Beranak or Bank Book to prove my identity. What the Hell it is?! My bag was being snatched and of course i have lost everything      In the end, we went back home to take the documents and make a report at Bercham Police Station. =.=”"”

Sigh.. We unable to read the motorbike plat no. because I was too shocked at that time and totally has forgotten to see the plat no. Uncelchan did saw 2 or 3 words but it is not helped at all.  We even couldn’t recognise the race of Moron because he wears Black Helmet, Black Jacket, gloves and pant. Sighh…Sighh…..Sighhh…..

Sigh.. I have lost a handphone (luckily it is the cheap one), a wallet, IC, Driving License, Organ Donor Card, ATM Card, Student Id, Money less than RM10, Jusco Voucher, Padini Card, Gold Vision Discount Card bla bla bla.

The above mentioned items not really make me felt soo heartaching, what i am realllyyy very verrryyyyy heart bleeding is the extinct photo of unclechan!       I couldn’t find the exactly same photo anymore, unless, i got the device that brings back time from Doreamon, which is able to bring unclechan back to the year when he took the photo.

I hope the Moron Dead Pig Head Tortoise King being caught by police as soon as possible and die fast fast. This kind of person is hopeless already.

Arghhhh….I want to act like her in the video clip already. HAHA. *Crazy*

Give me back the photo! Ngo Ng Zai ar! I want the photo! Ngo Ng Zai ar! Ngo Ng Zai ar!~~~~~Photo Arghhh!