Sinking of Shawn’s PSP

Was on the laptop yesterday night happily slaving over assignments while surfing for new cameras and chatting on MSN. The ringtone that mimics the Japanese airports rang and Shawn’s SMS popped up.

Now if you know Shawn as well as I do, he’s the last person who’ll SMS you, much less call you, unless it’s something particularly urgent. In my inbox, it displayed the first several characters of his message: “Shit.. clem.. i lost my PS…”

Oh no, it couldn’t be what I think it is, I thought. The message opened and it continued with “PSP”. wtf. Apparently someone stole it from his non-paying internship at Renaissance (long story).. and he was sighing that both of us lost our Sony goods at the same time.. mine being the dearly departed Sony DSC-W50 camera.

That was a series of bad luck for Shawn who got conned together with RB with the ludicrous RM180 durians. Not to mention again that his current job for 3 months at Renaissance is without pay wtf. High-class hotels don’t pay interns even a little bit of money?

He wants me to post this: that February birthday boys and girls beware of a series of bad luck (loss of Sony goods, perhaps) that is due to fall upon them, since both of us happen to have our birthdays in February *hinthint*.

Sorry lah my blog is getting dull lately cause no camera = no pictures unless I use commercialised pictures from the Net or steal some from my friends boohoo.

Seriously damn kesian Shawn. I dunno, it’s one helluva expensive lesson for the both of us to keep our precious items properly where they are supposed to belong.