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The usual suspect did not show. Either he died in a motor accident or he severed his own set of toes while mowing some rich tauke's garden or he signed up for 1Malaysia's plan to put another man into orbital bliss. This time they need an Indian. Not a Malay. 1Malaysia dictates that we have to make room for one each of the three major races in Malaysia.
So, I bought myself this clumsy looking set of grasscutting machine from HOME FIX with a 60 foot long electrical wire so that I can plug it from the kitchen and reach the end of the garden. Runs on 400MW of power, not that I know what it meant when they told me. When he said, "This is for long and rough grasses and this is for the shorter ones." I told him in no uncertain terms that it has to be the tougher one. My garden has turned into a "belukar". 3 months without the appearance of the gardener and all that rain even during Chinese New Year made in conducive to grow and grow and grow crowding out even the lemongrass, the yam and the pandan plants. I got up on Sunday morning with enough eagerness and zest that will put an 18 yr old to shame. Of course, after mowing 25% of my lawn, I was sweating from head to toe and praying desparately for my gardener to reincarnate the next day at my doorstep. It took me more than 2 hours to mow only 3/4 of my lawn. My back ached, my fingers were drumming on its own and I swore I could have paid anyone RM150 to do the job. Now, why cant I live in an apartment like the rest of the other people and not have to endure the work of a gardener?
So, I bought myself this clumsy looking set of grasscutting machine from HOME FIX with a 60 foot long electrical wire so that I can plug it from the kitchen and reach the end of the garden. Runs on 400MW of power, not that I know what it meant when they told me. When he said, "This is for long and rough grasses and this is for the shorter ones." I told him in no uncertain terms that it has to be the tougher one. My garden has turned into a "belukar". 3 months without the appearance of the gardener and all that rain even during Chinese New Year made in conducive to grow and grow and grow crowding out even the lemongrass, the yam and the pandan plants. I got up on Sunday morning with enough eagerness and zest that will put an 18 yr old to shame. Of course, after mowing 25% of my lawn, I was sweating from head to toe and praying desparately for my gardener to reincarnate the next day at my doorstep. It took me more than 2 hours to mow only 3/4 of my lawn. My back ached, my fingers were drumming on its own and I swore I could have paid anyone RM150 to do the job. Now, why cant I live in an apartment like the rest of the other people and not have to endure the work of a gardener?
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