S.I.C.K and Maybank

When was the last time you felt like the world spins around you?

When was the last time you felt the scorching fire heat licking you body to sweats?

When was the last time you felt overproduction in your mucous nasal secretion?

When was the last time you blow like a trumpet?

When was the last time your chest keeps beating?

When was the last time you felt the emptyness in your mind?

When was the last time you felt sub consiousness?

When was the last time you felt so tied up?

When was the last time you felt being so useless?

The last time was when you are

SICK

P/s : I'm sick of being sick....it's sickening I can say *sniff....achoo !*

Because of being sick, I did many errors.

I went to Maybank on Monday afternoon with my mum to open another bank account and to apply a supplementary credit card for me. A credit card for emergencies and necessities okay, not a piece of plastic for shop-and-swipe usage. (CIMB bank only for JPA...see how special you are JPA?)

I filled in the application forms (and got nagged by my mum about why my "e"s do not look like "e"s) and waited for my turn to be entertained by the bank worker. It was a rather short wait but it felt like ages and I was sleepy.

Finally! My turn! I was eager to get all of these banking things done, go home and relax for the rest of the week.

However...

Filling JPA forms were more hectic

Did so many errors in writing numbers and very uncertain if Russia spelt with single "S" or double "S"

Black ball pen. No liquid. All in capital letters.

Making one error was like experiencing a gun pointing towards your head.

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Hence, continous nagging.

Nine more days in Kuching