Saturday morning, sun is shining,birds are soaring, my brother and i decided to head to Pasar Seni to create our rapid card.

after riding the train for an hour from my house, we finally arrived our destination.

we went down where the counter's at, and with heads high, deep breath , we expected a card when we're out of there.

we both filled in the form, (i filled it twice because the first one i wrote down was ugly) and then when we submit it to the counter.

the counter guy took our forms and asked us "do you have an identity card?" 

"uh, yeah but its the fake one" my brother said.

"sorry, but you need to bring the original one" with that being said. i was mad! an hour ride here wasted!

all the mad forces in the world i could really felt it that time!

Do you know where the ic is? its with my mom, and she didn't tag along with us to register this card or not we could've done it by today. sigh~

so the lesson for today guys is

when you're already 15 and above you're considered an adult, you're responsible now with all your personal items. Don't depend to much on your mother and don't let your mom hold the simplest things. She's your mother not your personal assistant. Before you point finger to your mother point that finger back at you.

Deep Anis For Today, 2016