I never believe that I would be one of the victim, but once again, it proved that I’m sympathetic. (Boo~ by my HEA members)

It was yesterday 7/17 that I finally finished up my work at around 7.30pm and only started to pack and leaving the office after an 11 hour stay. It was one of the exhausting day and my boss’ boss has commented that he would buy ToTo because I seldom stay this late in the past few months. I shrugged at his comment and went into the lift.

As I was walking towards Masjid Jamek LRT station with my i-shuffle on and just right passing Jalan Ampang street, an Indian motorcyclist waved at him indicating to go over. There ain’t many cars nor people around and I was just being friendly and curious that I walked over to see what he wanted. He told me he’s from Shah Alam and he worked nearby Jalan Sultan Ismail, he showed me his flat tire on the front wheel of his motor and telling me he was really anxious as he has to go back Shah Alam and the motor repairing shop is about to close. He spoke with a fluent English (one that even I wasn’t that confident to compare) and asking if I could borrow him some money for a new tire.

I was all defensive at first and asking him and suggesting him various options for himself, and after 5 or so minutes I gave up and agreed to borrow him RM20. I gave him my name card, took a picture on his IC and just gave the money directly without anything that could promise a return back. And I then left.

I am so poor this month but I don’t know why would I still borrow him the money. Perhaps it was because he spoke really good English and didn’t sound like a thief. Perhaps I was in a rush that I wanted to end this quickly and couldn’t resist to offer him some help. Perhaps I had the same situation that I wish someone would lend a helping hand on a desperate man. Perhaps I was just as foolish as Pamela Anderson. Perhaps I just want to make the city a better place and better people around. Perhaps I was really rich (that’s so not true)

On my way to LRT and during the LRT I kept thinking about it, and the more I thought about it, the more I realize I have made a mistake.
- he could have ask his colleagues for money.
- he could have ask motor repair shop for a debt.
- he couldn’t possible have no money left in the wallet. (I saw his wallet)
- he couldn’t possible have no friends in KL (he insisted he doesn’t have one)
- he could have park his motor and take a bus home and come back to repair tomorrow.

There are a thousands flaws in his story but I was just too dumb to notice. I whined to BB, I whined to HEA, I whined to Haliza this morning, I whined to colleagues during lunch, I felt so bad about myself. All of them couldn’t believe that as cold-blooded as famously known as myself would get conned by such an easy trick. But well, it did, and it did me hard, especially this time when I’m at the poorest stage. I felt terrible. But as I told myself last night and BB told me, if RM20 could buy me a lesson , it should be worth it. But now I didn’t feel better, because not only I have lost RM20, I have also lost my sympathy towards any strangers needing help anymore, I’ve become one of those emotionless city people~ yikes

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