i started this morning, like any other morning.
MJ essentials CD was blasting
("bad" and "u r not alone" going back and fourth, sure rosak anytime soon.. hehehe)
thinking of the weekend to come,
then my thoughts drifted to how cruel the world has become:
.jakarta bombing
.an uncle stabbed his 3 year old nephew, and yes it happend in Malaysia
.its still unfair that MCA fired chua soi lek, its like double punishment (wtf!!)
.where the hell is my coach vintage hBag i ordered online, waiting is such a cruel thing..
(ha ha ha)
then i was stuck in my usual jam between alamanda to where i was working,
i saw this very pregnant lady walking, uphill, swaying left to right.
i felt really tired just looking at the way she walks, i can tell its going to pop at any time.
so when i approached her, i did the unusual thing- i offered her a lift.
at first she was hesitant, then she saw the logo where i was working
(she must've thought i was a doctor, ker nurse senior that doesnt need to wear uniform )
and finally agreed to the offer.
she was already sweating, so the minute she got in, i put the aircond on high, i ve already pushed the seat way behind (and shoved all them cds, sampah, and more sampah to the seat behind..ha ha)
there was a few seconds of silents.
(i take it she was catching up on her breath,
or maybe cannot believe how dirty the floor is with pasir.. hahahah)
then she went on and on thanking me, saying usually her husband will send her to the front but he was already late.
we actually had a decent conversation and as usual, i managed to digUp more than she could on me. -she's about 6 and a half months pregnant with her first baby girl. She's already got a boy which is 2 years old. she's a staff at kem Pelajaran and lives in kajang.
the more i ask her the more she wanted to go on and on and on...
i pulak went on and on about how lucky to have a gurl, can style and fashion her everyday.. haha
and i think when we arrived at her stop, she didnt want to leave..
we said our gdByes and i wished her all the best and by GodsWill, we will meet again.
i just felt all fuzzy inside.
like something uplifting,
a deed with no hidden agenda's..
and at the end of the day,
after all the hatred, and unfairness in this world
only kindness matters,
and i love the fact that its me giving it.
mmmmmmmm..
i better do good deed to my car,
dahla kotor with sampah, dented and lampu signal kanan tercabut.
Aiyoooo
( " ,)
this is Govt's good deed to one of their govtServant :pic of a remote seat control for business passengers on MAS airlines get to enjoy (or be a bit jakun and play with it.. haha)
and yes it can turn in to a bed..
sigggghhh