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I already had in mind a nice entry relating my brilliant, easy-peasy job at Tiong Nam, but I suppose that’s gotta wait. You see, the moment I reached my house at 4.20pm today by Teck Seng’s dad’s car, I saw my house gate wide opened, and my neighbours outside.

Thinking nothing about it, I entered my house and saw my maid’s tear-stained face and when the rain poured like mad screeching cats complete with thunder and lightning, she rushed out with the umbrella and I followed. Apparently my brother, Brandon, was missing. But my shoes were getting wet, and trying to run around with an umbrella in your jeans isn’t a good idea, especially when the rain was so fucking strong, so I ran home quickly to change.

Which is when the neighbour next door, who love blasting their hi-fi suggested I follow their car. That was completely unexpected, since come to think about it, it’s the first time they spoke to me in more than 5 years. LOL.

They ferried me around in their car, father and son, to kindergartens and shops nearby our USJ 14 area. So in the pouring rain, I kept getting out from the car with my umbrella and caused their car seat and side door to soak with water, which I felt guilty for.

When I reached this particular Restoran De Happy Land or some shitty name behind my house, I went to this old Chinese guy sitting on a table chopping vegetables and asked in Cantonese as fluent as I could muster, “Are you the boss? Have you seen an 11 year-old boy? My brother? He ran out from the house and we couldn’t find him now.”

Bloody fucker stared at me for several seconds as if I shot him with an extraordinarily hard Physics question like how do atoms rotate. He said he didn’t see him, and said he might go the cybercafe (yeah right). When I turned around, he muttered in Cantonese, “Yau sau yau keok mm woi mm kin la. Sap yat sui tou sek ta fei kei la.” (Got hand got leg won’t be missing la. 11 years old also already know how to masturbate la.)

Ma chao hai KNNBCB that motherfucking cunt. Wait till some unfortunate vegetable-cutting incident happen and see his fingers reduced to stumps, his spine twisted and got him into a series of paralysing events that eventually lead to his untimely death.

Anyhow, we finally returned home and I went with my mum in her car in search of my missing bro around the area. Went to this pisang goreng stall near my house and the lady manning it told us that she saw Brandon “heading straight” to god knows where. We asked several times some more at all the related stalls nearby, went to Court 10 flat area, asked at a kedai runcit and a Malay/Indonesian man told us that he saw a young boy looking into the shop when it was raining earlier.

Long story cut short since I don’t want to dwell in all the panicky moments we experienced not too long ago, we also met up with Sasi’s dad, and he kindly gave me a lift on his motorbike and we went around inside Court 10 in search for the missing bro. Stopped and asked the guards, stopped and asked some Indian kids from my ex-school, etcetc. Not in sight.

Went back to my mum, then back to my house again where I can see a looming congregration of people, from my relatives to Brandon’s ex-nursery teacher. I previously SMSed a bunch of my friends (whom I cannot do without), when I was in my mum’s car, notifying them and asking if they would’ve seen this Down Syndrome baby bro of mine, by any rare chance.

I went cycling on my own, stifling the need to go pangsai just to search around. Finally phoned Jon and asked if he could help me find, so we went around together. Again, I’ll spare you the boring details of having to comb through every single place we can think of that is nearby, from the park to Court 10 to back lane of USJ 1 to USJ 8.

Finally met up with Ryui Bynn, Wai Hong and Andy who were all in search of my bro in their bicycles. Shawn and his sis were in my house. We all waited up at my car porch, almost ready to go around photostating fliers personally written up by Yen with big headers titled “MISSING CHILD”, photo, details, phone numbers and all.

Nice handwriting.. she was struggling to write it with a tiny pencil, lol.

Skip all the dreary exchange of phone calls between police stations, my mum, and SMSes to my other friends, it was then that my mum told us that the police phoned her saying that a missing child was placed at their station at SS17. Heh.

Soon my mum’s best friend’s entire family arrived, and she made a phone call to my mum who then told us that they finally picked Brandon up. We were all so fucking relieved, tired and happy and finally the tense in the air broke up. I could collapse from all the fatigue of searching.

Picking up pieces on what Brandon was saying with his limited vocabulary, plus what the police told us, apparently the little bugger somehow opened my house’s automatic gate, took a bus to SUBANG PARADE all by himself without carrying a single sen, then the SP management found him and brought him to the police station. He went to Subang Parade because he wanted to buy the Chicken Little VCD from the Speedy shop, as my dad denied the purchase several days back.

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I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or strangle him. My house was turned into a search party site, even Ryui Bynn’s mum and siblings were there as well. When cycling around, every phone call and SMS I receive I was hoping it would be good news that the little bugger was found. Sigh.

Thanks again to fellow concerned friends who have been wonders in their support, now you know who you could turn to (“what are friends for..” RB said). Thanks also to my neighbour and his family whom I have a prejudice against previously due to their incessant loud music blasting from their hi-fi set daily. Thanks again to all parties involved.

Went out with the guys for a short mamaking session in Shawn’s car at USJ2 at about 10pm. Was supposed to go to the Belgium embassy like last year for some F1 job briefing today, but ended up not going because of said incident above. Somehow I had the feeling Brandon couldn’t be completely lost, but if my bro were to remain lost for days (god forbid), might just have to forgo the job and let someone like Andy take it.

Cousin on the left whose Chinese books I borrowed (>_>), and Brandon. Cuteeeeee pic. It was one of the pics we were distributing to relatives and family friends.

It has been a crazy wild-goose-chase night. A wild goose chase for 4-5 hours.