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Tuesday, April 10, 2007 @ 1:14 pm
did you know that you can now get an international passport done in less than 24 hours? that's great, isn't it? I remember wasting my time at the wisma with my family when I was younger. but, today, I was alone - just me, my iPod and my hellomoto e398. oh, azlan was around for a while, but he left when it was (finally) my turn. the wait was... weird. I forgot how much m'sia sucked till today.
- being a good Samaritan, I lent this Indian dude my pen (bako's favourite pilot gel one) and when he gave it back, it was all greasy....... azlan was laughing like mad when I told him and he said it was probably his hair. when I repeated this incident to dad, he said, 'no-lah! it's from his ear!' sometimes I wonder how my dad can be a doctor - honestly!
- I thought the government got a lot of money. I was reminded of my old school days when 40 plus bodies were stuck in a boiling classroom. in the waiting area, there were 100 over people and it stank of BO. 'nuff said.
- uh, this chinese primary school girl was poking my highcuts with her finger. and staring at my fender tee. and just STARING. I smiled at her and she thought I was playing a game. so we were sort of having a when-I-look-at-you,you-don't-look contest. kids!
- this small boy kept clutching his crotch. what's the deal?!

and that's WHILE I was waiting. when my number was finally called up...
me: hi. *smiles* (this always works in UK - people say hi back and talk about the weather)
woman: *silence*
me: I was wondering if I can put the old and new one together..
woman: no no, cannot.
me: oh. but my student visa is in the old one..
woman: so you have to go to the High Com and do lah.
me: oh. but that's all the way in KL.
woman: yalah.
me: but, it's gonna end in June anyway..
woman: what visa is it?
me: UK.
woman: yalah. you have to go do a new one.
me: what! but I'm leaving this Sunday.
woman: oh. then you bring both passports with you lah.
me: oh. okay.
I mean, why couldn't she tell me that in the first place? out of my frustration, I got confused between kanan (right) and kiri (left) and she laughed at me. beh.

and then after that, this youngish lady was giving out ICs and receipts. azlan and I were straining to hear my name, but we didn't. and when I went nearer, she went, *'ehhhhhh. dah brapa kali I dah panggil panggil - tak datang!' and me being the soft, dumb one apologised. in fact, I didn't even hear her call my name once. azlan agreed.
* I called you so many times and you didn't come!
there you have it. the m'sian way. but I was grateful to the man that allowed us to sorta cut queue and got us a form. he was nice and even smiled. he even allowed us to take 2 for my parents. my mum was furious at first when I didn't get for her. hello. it takes less than 2 minutes to fill in the form. c'mon lah. 2 minutes of your life isn't gonna make a difference. my mum can be so unreasonable at times, I feel like screaming. if I was daniel, she'd never yell at me and call me an idiot. sometimes, I do feel like one, for taking all the nonsense. but it's good training you know, when I have to work with impatient and impossible clients. my mum takes the cake hands down. she didn't stop yelling at me since 7 in the morning. and if you think I'm bias at my brother or something, I conclude by saying that azlan agreed with that too. and azlan doesn't play favourites. he tells it like it is.

on a much happier note, I finally got your card, chowchow!


dad: har! so she actually bought a blank card lah.
me: it's got stars!
dad: hmph.


I like this. not just cute, very cute. :D


p.s: xin, you'll be glad to know I sent in my application today. and I'll know by Sept if I'll be joining you. keep praying ;)

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