Please Take A Number

February 11th, 2007

i went to renew my passport the other day.

my mother wanted to go with me - i have no clue why, but i highly suspect it’s because she thinks i’m too retarded to get my passport done myself. even my dad (who never offers to do anything with me) was hassling me to go. his exact words were, “just tell me which day you’re free, then i take you go!!!” wahhhh what’s the big deal here? all want to get me out of the country issit? all want me to stay with Martian forever issit? so that i dont spend money shopping (father) and so that my shoes are all free to be borrowed (mother) right???

think i dont know ah. parentals, i am on to you and your evil plans. expired passport or not, you are going to be stuck with me for the next 20 years! muahaha.

on the day before i was meant to go renew my passport, there was a bit of an emergency and my parents had to fly off to Labuan. i woke up to find them already gone, and a stack of documents under my door. i opened the envelope to find my birth cert, a photocopy of my ID both front and back, passport-sized photos, my passport… and a passport renewal application form already filled out from start till end.

AND A STEP-BY-STEP GUIDE TO RENEWING MY PASSPORT.

does my mother really think i’m retarded??? :( :(

anyway quite cute also lah my mother. she kept texting me to “remember to renew your passport!!” and on the day i went to do it, she kept calling me for a progress report every few hours. what the hell is going on man.

so i arrived at Pusat Bandar Damansara at 8am. and my passport was ready by 11am! phwoar damn cool. not bad ah, i remember during the good old days, things like these took 3 working days.

when i got there and had crossed out #1 and #2 on my mother dearest’s step-by-step guide to passport renewal, i had to do #3 which is Take A Number At Counter. so i did lah. the number was 1090 .. and we were only at 1030. knowing how slow the ppl at the immigration dept can be, i figured i had lots of time to kill, so i went to get my pictures taken.

oh my god the inner camwhore in me just leapt out. i made the poor guy take like a few billion pictures of me before i was satisfied with the last one. i mean seriously, what is with passport pictures? why do they always turn out so icky? after i was done with the whole rigmarole of smiling, not smiling, pouting (yes i did), raising eyebrows, not raising eyebrows, left hair parting, middle hair parting, right hair parting, tulan face, innocent wide eyed face, normal looking face and lain lain lagi, i finally settled on the blank-stare face.

then i went back up to find that i had missed my turn in the queue -_______-

so i took another number. while waiting, stared at the pictures i took, decided i didnt like it so much after all.

went to another booth and another photographer to take more pics.

MISSED MY NUMBER AGAIN WTF WTF WTF.

i texted my boyfriend and father to tell them what a camwhore of a girlfriend and daughter they have, that she had to miss her number twice cos she was taking pictures. they werent very surprised. like, whateverrrrrrrrr. at least i have a nice passport picture now.

NOT. cos i handed over the wrong set of pictures when it was my turn at the counter. grrrr. went back to school after that to sit for a test i didnt know i had to sit for, and then came back, spending a grand total of RM50 on cab fare back and forth.

the fruits of my labour :

and this is how i looked like in 2002! i was 14 and dating the school athlete, hahaha. we were so in love! now everytime we meet, we hit each other and start swearing and dissing each other’s hair.

sigh! has it really been 5 years already? 2002 feels like just yesterday. ivan sat behind me in class, and i used to give sieutheng all these stupid lovesick smiles. back then sieutheng never wore skirts! chong ken was always with me and my then-boyfriend used to be so jealous of him. miss mabil taught us english and we’d always imitate her. “we have ample time!”, “what’s the time like now?”. the other day i saw miss mabil at the train station and i didnt know if she remembered me, so i didnt say hi.

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