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Another miracle and yet stupid incident I’ve encountered yesterday. And the thing is I just dunno why I am posting this up. My friend’s laughed her head off after listening to this and yet I still wanna post it up. Probably is because I wanna have a good laugh in future or probably is because of the sake of blogging…

I went to the Curve for movie today with Mei Cher, watched Stomp the Yard, it was quite alright, I just love their dance moves; after movie and shopping, we went to William’s for dinner (I just love that mamak beside longkang hehe…), ordered pretty fattening food, and the drink I ordered was supposed to go dutch with Mei Cher and she did pay me back. And as usual my over generosity doesn’t allow me to accept it, just doesn’t ok? Don’t ask why… and I said this drink is on me and the coming lunch will be hers (as she promised long time ago la not that I bully her), and little did I know how important that 3 ringgit can be later on…

My original plan was to go straight to goat’s place after dinner and watch Death Note with her and probably stay overnight at her place. But I had to go cemetery the next morning, very early morning and therefore I canceled my stay but still wanted to go to her house and watch the movie. While on my way to her house, I had to pass tolls along the highways and I had totally forgotten my wallet left 2 ringgit only. Thank god the first toll I needed to pay 1.60 only, so which means I still have 40 cents and I remember I’ve passed at least 3 tolls while on my way to the Curve. 2 more tolls and 40 cents left…

I began searching my entire car for money. I calculated, altogether I had 1 more ringgit including the 40 cents. Sad right? That’s what I call poor people’s car. I started to get panic, what should I do? I tried to stay calm and acted cool and kindly asked the toll collector (or is that what u call the person?) how much will it cost for the next toll. But she said she dunno because different company. Ok, now what? Should I call my friend who left me after dinner to come and lend me some money and leave? Or should I call my dad to come and collect me? Or should I just explain my situation and hoping that they’ll let me through? 1 more ringgit for the next toll is a bit impossible. Or should I stop by some petrol station and search for coins on the floor? Or will anyone lend me a bit of money? All kinds of nonsense started to pop out.

Ok… but what if they don’t let me go as I think no one has ever caused such problem, and will they detain me because of that??? My parents will definitely gonna kill me… again… for coming all the way to wait… I don’t even know where I was… fine… forget about getting help from some one, I’ll get help from…

And so, I prayed, I prayed so hard that I sweated a lot. I drove as slow as a tortoise afraid that I will see any signs of tolls and trying to notice the sign boards in case I went onto any highways which require toll fees. At least if I see any toll, I can stop my car and wait… I followed Cheras sign board and avoided what I usually will take to go home as I know the way back to my home requires 2 more tolls. After driving for half an hour, I came to a highway which I am familiar with. I wait no more and turned into a pathway which I’m quite sure I’m able to reach home. I didn’t care bout going to Cheras to my friend’s place or not at that moment… All I care is I WANNA GO HOME!!!

After another 30 minutes of driving along some alleys and some housing areas, apparently I went through Puchong area and finally I arrived my taman… 5 minutes later I was back home. I never felt my home was so home sweet home before, I rushed up to my room and immediately refilled my wallet but I suddenly felt so frighten to go out especially to Cheras and it was quite late already and so I canceled my plan. I told my friend about it and stupid goat laughed until like no man’s business. I don’t care, as long as I am safely home now and that god really bless me, you can laugh all you want. If I just had the 3 ringgit back I will not have to waste so much of my petrol exploring Puchong to find my way back.

Lesson today: always keep some money in your pocket or car; you’ll never know what might happen (I mean really enough money, don’t be like me 2 or 3 ringgit only)… And I’ll receive all money people give. I was indeed being stupid for not being aware bout whether having enough money or not… And question for everyone: What would you do if you’re in my situation? I really need to know.

Jesus Loves Me, I must say a lot!!!

                 I hated my “blurness” very very much. I left my bag in A&W today and only noticed it after I came home half an hour later. Guess I was mentally a bit slow today (3 hours of sleeping only).

                 I went back straight to A&W and to my relief; my bag is just right at the same place where I was sitting. I opened my bag and there were my files, my friend’s charger, my pendrive (thank god…I bought it for RM100 man!), my sweets, my cap, my pen and…and…and…where the hell is my wallet??? I’ve searched the entire bag and still no wallet inside.

                   I told myself to calm down and think again where I put my wallet. I went searching the floor and in the car and still no signs of any wallet. I was quite sure that someone must have seen it and stole it. It is quite a common thing in Malaysia and dishonest people is everywhere.

                I began to curse again whoever it was and was thinking hard what had happened to this society? Why will people to that? Why are they so selfish? Why do this to me? Why so cruel??? After cursing very much of them while I was on my way back, I started to curse myself. Come to think of it, I never learn my lesson, didn’t I? I’ve lost my license a few days back and had no idea at all when and where and how I’ve lost it, which will be my second time of losing it; I’ve lost my wallet for the second time; I’ve lost my camera and hand phone once and still I am very prone in losing stuff. I started to blame myself for being so careless almost every time and that luck didn’t help at all.

                  After cursing myself, I started to console myself. I started to think that I did not lose much in that wallet actually. I only had my identity card, a few name cards, vouchers, and 70 something ringgit. Only the renewal of identity card gave me heartache as my parents definitely will not pay for me, and I think the second time of renewal will be around hundred. And I am short of money at the moment, how could this be? The thought of losing money didn’t console me at all. I’m in need of money and yes 70 something means a lot to me. Well, at least I can eat Dominos…

                  When I arrived home, I went straight to my room and started searching for my license as I still do not believe that it will disappear just like that (today only started searching after losing it for a few days). So, I started searching each and every trouser’s pockets, entire car and bags. I even tried calling it out and still nothing (sounds silly but according to my friend, goat, this works every time she loses something). I dunno why somehow it gave me a feeling that my table is messy and I needed to clean it up and I might find it somewhere around my pile of rubbish. Miracles do happen, and after clearing my stuff, there lying still was my red Arsenal wallet. It was like God’s gift and maybe God just drop it down out of a sudden as he knew how desperate I was. After recovering much of my consciousness (I can say that I was unconscious previously, brain totally couldn’t function), I started to recall that when I was changing to my shorts when I got home before that, I took out my wallet from my jeans and put it on my table. I think I must have lost my memory somehow…

                   My fingers just ran through my wallet again as I did not seem quite believe of the disappearance of my license. It has got to be somewhere…and yes, it was in my wallet too…the compartment which I hardly noticed or put anything inside. I started to recall and yes, thanks to my friend who must not be mentioned, helped to put my license in that compartment that day, and she couldn’t even remember.

                    Well, I guess that’s just my luck for after being so unlucky every single time. It was really a miracle for getting back all my important documents and stuff in a short time. Sorry for all the cursing which I just couldn’t help it. I will definitely 100% surely be very extremely aware next time, no more next time, I can’t afford to lose anything anymore. Friends out there do help this poor old me and tolerate my “blurness”. Maybe I should start recording each and every movement I have made.