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Unexpected tragedies take place every day. Even for someone who has seen tons of drama, anime, and had read thrillers to desensitize the nerves, it still gets me. To witness it first hand is a whole new ball game. Korean for dinner. My mother made a point to introduce me her love for the culture; embracing wholly its healthy diet, catchy music and sappy K-drama. Yet, I promise her this, I don’t ride the K-wave all that much. Aiyah, you outdated, she said. 

So to Little Korea we went, the restaurant situated right opposite Pyramid where my pals and I used to frequent for Yuen’s Buffet. Look, don’t get me wrong. I am absolutely content when it comes to food, and Korean BBQ (just that) happens to check-in third on my good-barbequed-food list. Behind ayam percik/satay and smoking, then again, pit barbeque ain’t that bad too. I digress, people. It is not so much about the food this post is going to be about. So hang in there.

30 minutes into our stay, my mother pointed out that some patrons are requesting to sit outdoors to have their meals. The air not that fresh also, she commented, so hot somor! With that, we saw the family positioned themselves along the railings. They must be regulars, considering how they did not reach for the menu and immediately proceeded to order. The mother did most of the talking, gesturing at the barbeque slate, failing to notice a stalking individual in the corner approaching her handbag. 

Within an instant, she lost her purse containing several bank notes, credit cards and possible photos of her blood kin she hold dear. See what I mean. It was unexpected. It is a tragedy that stole the family of a happy meal. We can only but walked out later in silent condolences.

Dumb lug,
Vonnie S.