the long leave

sorry I haven't been updating my blog. I was on leave since thursday. Though on leave, I played the parental role at home and had to go through the torturing process of having my passport done. The story? hurm.

First of all, being born in Sarawak was no privilege as I thought it would be. Well, the birth certificate looks kinda cool and whatnot, but, being a Sarawak born to a Semenanjung parents, I am the step-child of Sarawak and got double standard in the Peninsular.

I went at the Immigration Department at Pusat Bandar Damansara around 10am, after the hassle of filling up forms, photocopying my IC and taking pictures, I went to take my number only to find out at the counter that if I'm a Sarawak born applying passport for the first time, I have to bring my birth certificate.

So, I went back to my car, wanted to rush home to get it, only to find that my tyres were clamped. okayla, tyre was clamped. satu tayar je kan. blew off RM30 (thats a whole lunch for the kids okay!) got back this time with my younger sister (mula sebab nak suruh dia jaga kereta, hahahahaha). Got my number, 200 people in front of me, sheessshhh... So went to Damansara Perdana, settled some bank errands, got back to Pusat Bandara Damansara, had lunch at Subway, went back to the Immigration counters and waaalah, my number is up! heh.

Lepas tu dah pergi kat counter, my IC plak cannot be read by the chip, apparently the chip was rosak (hahaha- not a surprise la, not the first time pun), so had to run down to the Registration Department and make new IC. Took me about 20 minutes there, since only 2 counters open to accommodate the need of 5 waiting people. Government. heh. then ran back upstairs only to know that my application got problem becos they need to either refer it to the Sarawak state (this might take a whole month, or maybe 2) or declare my parents are from Peninsular (this requires both of their IC photocopy). I had neither time for both. I had to call up my father who was in Manila, and he was at that time couldn't help me as he was in a panic state of losing my mother at the other end of the mall (gosh!!!), he did manage to tell me where to look for it tho, had to call my brother at home and guide him to the files. After retrieving my mom's IC no, the immigration officer came up to me with a printed paper of my mom's detail asking "ini mak awak kan?". lah, bukan tak boleh check database, kan senang, buat susah saya menelefon macam orang gila ke sana sini sahaja. and I had to endure my dad's high voice and my brother's screaming at me, with the already tensed up state of mind from waiting for so long.

anyways, after that, waited for they process the documents, paid the fee and was told to come the next day (Friday) to pick up my passport. It was 4pm by then.

I'm getting tired just rewriting all these. I'm going to have my breakfast now.

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