It's all begin from that day..

I went to photostat my IC on that day..
Then i went directly to KL for that shit interview..
Really really gain surprising experience on that interview..
No benefit? No OT? Salary low coz i don't have experience?
Wtf!!!

Okay, its over..
And they ask me to go back and wait for news..(Ha!! Impossible d lah..)
I thought nightmare was gone..
But the real bad luck just started..

After few days back to home, i figured out my IC was lost..
OMG!! How could it happen?
I try to find it around all the possible places that i will drop or keep..
But it seems like useless.. Couldn't find it...
My fren told me that IC lost is a very serious case, people might use my IC to rob or maybe do all those illegal things..
If I drop at KL, its more worse..

So no choice d.. Need to report to police..
Then do a new IC and need to fine RM100..(Cilaka!! I not purposely wana hilang ma..)
Before that i go back to the place where i last time take out my IC -> photostat shop..
I try to ask the boss..
"Uncle, u ada jumpa IC yang hilang tak?"
"Ohh.. u mia IC lah.. Kawan saya datang, dia jumpa kat lantai.. I mau ambik pi cari ini alamat tapi saya tak sihat.."(I was just like... Thanks god.. You really are a good good person.. Thats why i wonder if people found my IC then why they didn't return to me.. And now i know the reason..)
"Uncle, thank you ya.. thank you.."
That uncle really good lo.. I really hope what can i do to pay back him.. Money? Ofcourse not.. Maybe next time go his shop photostat lo..
His shop is at the 1st lot behind kamunting bus station.. (If not mistaken it is call: Papati)
He is an indian guy.. wear a spec.. looks like a teacher style.. kekeke..

I was just like..
Want to says a million thanks to that uncle..
He saves me from doing all useless police report and pay RM100 for blood sucking government..

At last.. After gone through those bad luck..
Hope that tomorrow good luck will come.. come.. come..
New day, new life, new luck..