Thursday, July 9, 2009
I lost my wallet in the train upon reaching Jurong East. I came out not knowing till I start to slide my right hand to friction my backside, slap it to confirm and found out that my wallet is missing and still lying somewhere on the cabin. I went in the cabin and was squashed by the overcrowding passengers. Then, this kind soul offered to stand up and help to look for my wallet. Guess who is this kind soul? It's a Bangladesh ironically. My own race, and the other races were staring at me as though I'm hit with H1N1.
I went out hastily and seek the station master for help. I left my number and the key items in the wallet. He had excellent service attitude; I felt his sense of urgency to contact with the other station masters, and furthermore he consoled me at the very end.
Then, the retarded me, my mind went to the data bank and retrieve the lost data from the recycle bin. I left my wallet in my bag before the start of my understanding test. I felt guilty of troubling the station master. I'm not going to talk about this matter as I felt extremely stupid not able to recall issues like few minutes ago and I could remember things freaking long ago. Disastrous day indeed.
P.S. These two days, I saw two different Bangladeshis offered to two different old ladies for their own seats. Where's our own race standing now? I realize there was several black sheeps in the Bangladeshis which cause stereotyping. They are people with great courtesy, so please respect them. Of course, I once do saw a Bangladesh ogling at xh, I stared daggers at him and he did back off. Don't take this line into your consideration, readers but in the end you will right?
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