Friday, December 3, 2010


So even though I still have papers to sit for,
my mum still wanted me to get my Visa done.

So we left the house at about 12-ish pm,
hoping not to be caught during the prayer jam.

Instead, when we got hold of the first cab, the driver was like
"Oh, cannot, cannot! K.L. Too far. I might miss my prayers!"

This went on for another 2-3 cabs.
Then we saw another one heading our way and as lucky as we were,
he told us to come in.

I swear to Buddha! He looked nearly like Tok Janggut! :P
But his beard was black and straggly.

Something like that. But way WAY longer.
And he looked slightly younger.
I dunno why but, it's not that I felt disgusted or anything but he kept scratching it
so yeaah. Haha! And it echoes through the cab.
You get my picture! :P Haha.


Anyways, my mum and I were worried and we asked him about his prayers
coz' the city's usually jammed
like
ALL the time.

So he said "It's okayy. If I miss the Friday prayers which is at 1.20-ish pm,
I have to replace it with another prayer at 1.30pm on the same day or following week"

And then he started explaining how it works
and my mum was more intrigued and she asked him
why women aren't allowed to head there on Friday during that time
and he said, those were the rules and it was pretty much not right.

SO anywayy.

One thing led to another and he started talking about how things were changing
and why people in Korea (meaning the North and South) can't get along
and why we Malaysians with all races can.

Then he said that it's sad that kids nowadays "takde hormat" (no more respect)
towards their country and everything.
He even said that some don't even know our National anthem
which is pretty shameful.

Then he started singing it with pride
he ACTUALLY sang the Negaraku in the cab.
*respect yo! :P*

He talked about ALOT of things.
Like Unity, People are responsible for what they do,
Respect.

But in the end, what pulled a heart string of mine
was basically life of a taxi driver.
I mean, he didn't talk about his life,
but he just talked about it in general saying that
if he had RM 10 000.

He'd stop driving and balik kampung.
Rare a few cows and chickens.
Make some money and live comfortably.

There are sooo many taxis out there being over produced.
The government doesn't set a certain limit to release the cabs out in the streets
so there's competition between cab drivers.

Did you know that he makes LESS than RM100 a day?

He stays up till 5am and starts the morning again at 6.30am?

He has a family to feed.

And he's only 53 years old.

He can't even take money out of his EPF in case of emergencies.

And he has only RM60 000 in his EPF for him to live comfortably.

But in a way, he didn't complain that much.
He really seemed as though he was the type of person to stick through this till the end.
He did construction work before which made him earn good money
but age caught up to him.

Being a cab driver is a hard, hard life.
You don't just sit around and drive anywhere you like.
It's a job where whatever money you earn is what you get.

I really did feel for him as he was aging pretty fast and seemed pretty tired.

Life is hard.

But we should never give up trying to make it easier.

I really did learn something from him today.

And I truly am grateful for everything.

Thank you, Pak Cik :)



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