A Day As A rubbish Collecter -Well, Sort Of
@ 11:56 PM
On Sunday, I have enough of my blond streaks...too Ah Lian-ish, so I decided to dye my whole hair, hopefully to cover the blonds (again!). After that I throw my whole dyeing products in the plastic bag and do my own stuff. Until I heard a chirping sound. I remember my handphone at once (I have a whistling bird sound for message tone). Then what a real shock I have then. Because from what I can recall, when I purchase the product, I put my wallet, handphone and my cardholder(containing my EZ-Link, Nets card and my IC) in that plastic bag. I don't recall taking it out. I try to convince myself that subconciously, I might have BUT I did not. I beg my brother to come down with me and drag my sister along too to the main dustbin downstairs. Luckily they did not lock it. Lucky for me the second time, there were only few(but smelly) plastic bags. Luckily I remember exactly what is the plastic bag I used. And Thank God it was Sunday so there is not much people in the neighbourhood outside. Imagine how i covered my hand with plastic bag (which thanks to my sis, bring it down along with her) and rummage through the rubbish. Luckily I manage to find the right plastic bag after the 2nd plastic bag attempt in about 2 minutes.
That was one such shocking experience I have. My mom, sister and brother couldn't believe how careless and absent-minded I can be because at home, I seemed to know where everything is even when I am in a daze and I am always careful with my stuff. What went wrong, I could only blame the mental stress and the psychological torture I gain from working life. (*hint..this is a cry for help).
Nadiah, Out.
Nadiah.
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