this morning i got sick,
i got so sick that i'm sleeping with the hanky
placed right below my nose so that if any water
drip, it would not make the tiled floor slippery.
And boy did it dripped!!
i woke up at 9am with the hanky so wet i could
perah and get a glass of liquid. ohh!!
and so i slept hoping my health would recover.
waking up at 12 to eat maggi with a couple of
sausage. At 3pm i went to the Petronas nearby
to get some money.. even though it was mid of
the month, i still had to que. oh why?
After the AbangLah settled their business,
a makcik approached the ATM with an anvelope
in her hand.. she didnt know what to do and
she turned around to ask me how to take money.
oh makcik, but i'll charge u after u know..
about 20 ringgit for my service.heheh
okeh that was a joke.. why would a nice guy
like me would take an old lady money's right?
sheepishly she gave me the card and the password
was handwritten underneath a handsomely written
paragraphs of love letter.
Since i could scan a few words 'mak' and 'abah'
i'm guessing its a loveletter from a daughter.
Men just dont write nicely like that :D
She talks a lot, i guess the makcik is malu malu
being a malay lady but dont know her way around
the ATM machine, i guess people really do that
when they're segan segan. Cant blame her..
'anak makcik ni .. dok kat KL. katanya dia
hantarkan wit lama dah, tapi si bapaknya bagi
hilang kad plak... bla bla bla.. keja bagus katanyaa..
bla bla .. ari tu pi siam.. bla bla'
well basically from her talking,
it was her fourth month working in the big city,
she opened an account under her name to send money
to her mother. her mother holds the card for
easy cash out i guess..
'Jadi makcik, kalau nak tengok berapa duit ada
tinggal tekan la kat sini, saya tekan na.. '
was part of my instruction
it was about 5k... ooihhh!!
and then i helped her to take out RM800
Give a few pesanan not to talk to strangers and
get onto pakcik's motorcycle as fast u can before
some perampok come and take her money away.
and they went away with me still behind the glass
wall of the petronas mart lifting my hand to the
pakcik. Off they went leaving me feeling intimidated.
leaving me feeling small...
oh oh.. i need to get a new job that can allow me
to send money to my mother more then RM150
Demam pocket bertambah demam....
MC again tomorrow?