My Maybank account and I
Ooh, so excited. I just sat on my ass for 2 fricking hours at Maybank, and finally I got my Maybank account! (foreigners account, blargh)
But hey, at least its better than nothing aye?
Its worth it I guess, sitting on my ass, wearing my sweaty school shirt, going up and down. Do you think its worth it? Lol.
Anyhoo, the guy who made my account was so fast-talking! I barely can hear what he was saying. I only know that he was unhappy with his work, lol. Weird guy, weird guy. And my mom actually understand what he’s saying man! Well, maybe I don’t deserve to speak Sarawak then, if I don’t understand what he just said!
Happidy happy guy I am! And that guy also helped me get an ATM card! Well, at first the guy at the reception said I was underage to get an ATM card. But the guy who was talking to my mom (the dude who made it all happen, *sob*) said he’ll try to make one. And gadzooks IT WORKED!
*heavenly choir*
So here I am, a 16 year old Singaporean kid, with a bloody frickin’ ATM card. Yay. Woo.
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Yes, thats about it. Only an ATM card. So?
