:: jotting the lines ::

It’s been a while since I last blogged. My sincere apologies for not ‘entertaining’ you.

I am still squeezing my brain, hopefully the brainstorming can at least give me some idea to write. I didn’t want to write about my personal life, but I guess I can’t help it since life is just so much to yak about.

Here is a true story which happened to me, I thought of not sharing with anybody at first. Just want to keep it between me and God secretly. Now, I don’t think so. Here I come.

22 Dec 2004 -
(Place - Jalan Sultan Ismail)
Whilst walking towards Lot 10 to meet up with my sister, an Asian man in his mid-age wearing white T-shirt with Malaysia’s scenery print and white pants approached me.
“Hi….I’m sorry to bother you. Do you know how much is the bus fare from here to KLIA airport?”
“Nope, but I guess it is around 20 dollars. Why don’t you take the monorail to Central station. It is faster.” I said.
“Look….(not demanding me but with a pitiful look) I’m lost, my tour guide missed me. My wallet, my luggages are all in the tour bus. I only have 7 dollars in my pocket. How can I get there? I have no way to take the light transit to airport.”
“Oh well, even your 7 dollars is not enough to take you there by bus.” I said.
The guy looked very troubled and helpless now.

I think you can tell what is the next episode. Yes, I lend MYR50.00 to him. I do not have any other notes in my wallet, and he is not able to give me back the balance of $17.00 since the train fare is only $35.00 to KLIA airport. So, he asked for my number and he said he will phone me back and arrange the money for return. I was silly enough to have forgotten to take down his contact details. I could see his eyes filled with tears when thanking me. After taking my note, he rushed to the stairways heading to the light rail transit station.

By that moment when he ran up to the station, I looked up to the stairways and I saw he did not head to the monorail station, instead of the station he headed off to Isetan departmental store. I discerned something is wrong. But I stayed calm and I hoped he did not cheat me.

** Why I helped? What if he will really miss the flight and he couldn’t head home?
** What if he lied to me? But what if he really needed help?
I’d definitely feel bad if I did not lend my hand.
When I gave, I didn’t expect for return. Would I expect a beggar to give me back 100 dollars after giving him?

Alright, the story goes on.

Day after day, I didn’t receive any call. I presumed I am trapped or cheated, whatever.
I let go…but I did not wish to have the similar incident happen to me again.

05 Jan 2005
(Place - outside Suria, KLCC - facing Jalan P.Ramlee)
Planned to have a workout session at Menara Maxis gym club, so headed off to the opposite direction from my company. The story continued.

I saw the guy again!!! With the funny print on his T-shirt and again the same white pants!
It is him!

“Vicky, what should I do now?” I asked myself.
“To chase or not chase?”
“To find out the ugly truth?”

Argh! I did not have much time to think as he was walking fast, I would miss the chance if I still doubting to go or not. At last, I ran after him!(thanks for the continual exercise in gym for building up my stamina) He did not realise somebody was chasing him until I pat hard on his shoulder.

“HEY! Remember me?”
“Oh yes…” He was stunned for a few seconds. I guess he did not expect he would see me again.
“So, what happen to you? Why are you here? And you did not call me?”
“I gave your number to my tour guide, I asked him to arrange for money return” He said
“No, nobody called me. And you shall be responsible for the money and not him, I want my money back.” I demanded.
He gave me a furious look and said,” I don’t know…I don’t have money with me now! You ask my tour guide.”

He was trying to escape already.
“Hey you!” I pulled his shirt.
“Don’t ask me, I wanted to look for my friends!” and he ran away.

I did not want to have any drama act on the streets, so I let go. But I shouted at him in 15 meters distance.

“Hey you know what is karma? You”ll get back for all you deserved!!!”
I saw him staring at me from far.

At a point of time, I was questioning myself why would I be seeing him again? Probably so I can have a new topic to blog? Nah….

I don’t believe in karma. I believe “reap what I/you/we sow” - that’s my statement of faith. I did not know why that word come out from my mouth but probably he would understand more of that term.

Don’t ask me how I felt at that time. Of course I was sad for being cheated. I did not allow this emotion continue for more than 3 mins. Instead, I calmed down and I said a prayer to God.

“God, you know my heart and you knew why I helped him. I only want to please you and not men.”

After that, I made a long distance call to Australia from my mobile. I was back to the bubbly Vicky again, I did not even mention a single word to my friend of what I had encountered just now. ‘Cuz I know it’s not worth talking over it again.

Blogreaders in KL, if you happen to pass by Golden Triangle (Sungai Wang, Lot 10, KLCC) and you saw somebody asking you a similar question….please beware and act smarter!

opps…Where is my camera phone? my digital cam? They became useless in time like this.