Getting My First Debit Card at BIMB Sandakan

     This happened only yesterday. We left Telupid early in the morning, for your useless information. When my mom and sisters finished renewing their passports (we spent 1 and a half hours in that air-conditioned building), we head to the only BIMB in Sandakan at Mile 4.

     We found out the front entrance of the bank couldn't be opened because of some technical difficulties so we were told to enter through the back door or something. When we finally entered, it was PACKED with humans. There was even a ginormous balloon arch near the still locked entrance and this made the small crowded space even MORE smaller.

     As usual, I don't know what to do there so my mom asked the security guard on what to do if you want to claim your debit card. The guard gave me an "Application for Debit/Credit Card" form or something like that and then suddenly my mom just went from Mrs I'm-so-relieved-that-we-finished-our-business-at-JPN Immigration-I'm-so-happy to Mrs. Angry Panky If You Mess with Me You'll Get a Spanky.

    So when my mom became Mrs Angry she would talk in her native Iban language.

When I was waiting for the guy to finish filling out his form at the table, my mom was all, "Okay, after him, you go straight to the table."

     When I forgot my address (My family moved a lot so we don't really care about memorizing our home address since we're going to move in a few years anyway), I asked for our church's address from my mom and she was all, "Why can't you be ready for things like this? See, now I have to find the damn paper (that contains our church address) in my purse and there's so many people here!Next time, write it in your phones; that's what phones are for!" and so on.

     It's a good thing she talked in Iban. There's a small chance people around us could understand what she's talking about.

     When it was time for me to hand the form to the lady at the desk, my mom scolded me again "Why won't you hand the paper to her?See, other people already took your place?That's why lah you," and so on.

     I need to wait my turn okay, mummy? And that person is already sitting there even BEFORE I got the application form... Besides, we're not in a rush anyway. You didn't hear me nagging in Iban when I waited for you guys waiting for your renewed passports for ONE WHOLE HOUR, did you? No, I waited patiently. I even need to go to the toilet that time but I didn't even need to tell you because I AM TOO NICE.

     It's the crowd that made her like that. Because when we were still outside the bank, her mood is fine like...silk? xD

     When the lady ask me if I already know my bank account number, I tried to explain that all I have to do now is to claim the debit--

     Then my mom cut me off and explained everything for me. -__- Mummy, I thought you wanted me to do all this by myself and "Belajar" but what are you doing? Maybe this is why I'm so spoilt and blur because everything was already done for me. Which is convenient :P but still, sooner or later I have to do it all alone without anyone's help, right?

     Anyway, when I finally got my debit card, I stared at it for a moment. It looked cool because it was black in color. I won't post my debit card here; that would be foolish. And using the ATM machine for the first time (with my younger sister's help) was fun too. I never interacted with an ATM machine before and yesterday was the first time. I deposited the required amount of Ringgit into the account to activate it (or so the lady told me) and I was so...jakun. Starstrucked! Amazed! Like the ATM machine is the most modern and sophisticated invention in the whole wide world.

     I slipped the ringgit note the wrong way at first. I folded it and tried stuffing the note into the slot thingy. Luckily my sister blocked everyone's view so it's not that humiliating. She told me to open the note and slide it in horizontally.

     By then, my mom's mood turned back to normal and she asked me if I wanted to check my balance to see if the amount of ringgit is already in my bank account. So me and my sister rushed to the other side of the ATM machines to check my balance. My sister guided me through the whole process. It was quite fun and I was full of wonder just by pressing buttons and keying in numbers.

     I looked into the ATM screen and marvel at the moderately huge amount of money in my bank account. And I smiled as the three digit number glared back at me. This is my starting money. This is a sign that I am phasing into a new world. The world of adulthood. The world of independence. The world of the unknown. What did I just write... xD