Firsts, a Second, and an Expected Last, B.T. (before title)

p/s: I actually already finished about 80% of this expected lenghty post when suddenly my laptop decides that its not tolerable to heat anymore and shuts down. Even the auto save system didn't kick in. I'll try to write a shorter version (significantly short) from memory (of the deceased post).

I am going to ignore the fact that I haven't posted anything in this blog since...ever.

As most of the people who knows me the recent year would know, last Monday was when I(we) were supposed to get our results and make the visas to our appropriate county. Everything went okay. Except the fact that there was no result, and we didn't even know our own country. I didn't really mind, but I do empathy on those who made hours trip to get there.

I empathy them..

Anyhow. Apparently, Safwan haven't made his passport yet. So when my visa business that cost RM321, which I had to be house-grounded to save up, is done, I went to make the visa at PKNS (pkns bleh bwat passport?!). Faris ("nak ikut!x2") offered to accompany us.

Side story: On the way there, at one of the traffic lights, we were the second. When the light turned green, I moved the car forward slowly in anticipation to the car in front, which is very slow when I think about it. *BUMP!* Suddenly the car shook. Apparently the car behind wasn't as patient and attempted to make me go faster by hitting me from behind. We all know what happens when a new car hits and old car (GO ISWARA!!), the car behind (BOOO MYVI!!) had one of its front lights broken while MY-WARA only got a crack on the number 3 on the number plate.(Update: My mom is making a big fuss about the can-fit-a-finger sized crack. Sheesh..)

just minutes after collision (expected result)

We parked at SACC Mall and went to PKNS. Then I suddenly remembered to give Dino his package at the bus stop. So Faris and Safwan went ahead while I went with my chore. When I tried to find the Immigration Department, I got lost. I mean, there were actually 2 Immigration Departments (I'll refer to it as ImD) in PKNS. Oh wait, whats that? There are four? 2 on each level? and I actually went to the first 2 ImDs on the wrong level. There weren't even signs. Are these really government offices? 

I believe they have their reasons

When I actually found the correct FLOOR, I could only find one of the ImDs, the 'wrong' one. This time there were signs. But only points to one of them. The one that makes Visa(s). Seriously. Why do you need to separate the visas and passports. Don't you need both to actually stay in other countries? And why are they like hiding the passport section. I don't think my country is THAT desperate for patriotic citizens.


Following the directions from my kind, patriotic, and equally intelligent fellow citizens who works in the area, guards, cashiers, and the inquiry counter, I got myself to WALKING AT THE SAME PLACE FOR 15 WHOLE MINUTES. How do you understand "kat belakang" when walking in the referred 'belakang' will get you to either a toilet, or just some stairs to other floors?


Eventually I was finally able to reach the well hidden (WHY?!) ImD for going-out-of-country-to-be-potential-traitors licence making, with the help of some girls who were also lost, some aid from Faris and Safwan, and some really good guesses. By the time I reached there, I was exhausted and sat (fell) on the nearest bench. Luckily, the said nearest bench was where Safwan and Faris were sitting. Apparently, Safwan had to take new pictures because the pictures he presented had less pimple scars than he is now. Do people look THAT different with +5 pimples. Imagine Malaysian spies around the world, during missions with their disguises; 


"aren't you that guy from before? 
Nope, that was someone else. As you can see, I have more pimples. 
Owh yeah. That like, totally makes sense. 
*turns*, 
*BAM*"

Real Malaysian spies, before pimple disguise..

Well, Safwan was trying to take his picture with a photo booth available. The booth was all like; "please insert the amount shown on screen", and we were all like;"insert where? Xde slot pape pon", and it answers; "please insert tho amount shown" =.=" ...so he went to take his picture somewhere else...


When all is done, we needed to wait a full hour before the passport is completed. Standard procedure. We just sat there because I was too tired. The the calls starts coming. Han was asking about when I'm coming back to mais. Dino was asking me to drive him to KL Central. I was asking Azizi about the evening since Faris said they (Azizi, Shaun, and Aime) wanted to go to Sunway for diner (berbuke);

-Kau katne?
-tgh on da way balek umah aku. Nape?
-Kate nak gi Sunway?
-X jadi. Ni Aime, Shahnubar, ngan Helmy tido umah aku. Dino ngan Afiq nk dtg nnti
-Wau ramainyer. Berbuke brsame 2 x jadi kan?
-A'ah. Kitorg buke kt umah aku je.
-Alang2 ramai kt umah kau, Aku, Safwan ngan Faris buke kt umah kau jelah.
-HAH? .......Ok kot. Korang nak tido umah aku ke?
-Kitorang bleh je balek Mais balek lepas buke pose klau menyusahkan
-Oh ok, bleh2. Bwk baju skali.(ignoring above line)
-Ok...
-Tpi aku dtg amik korang lambat sket la...
-Aku ade kete..
-Korang tnggu aku kul 5 aku amik(ignoring above line)(again)
-Aku ade kete Azizi...
-Owh? x ckp...tau jln x?
-Kau bgitau jela...
(and it continues on with the directions...)


In a 4 minute conversation, it was decided that I will drive to Ampang to Azizi's house and will sleepover with Faris and Safwan. I couldnt stop laughing on how sudden the decision was made.


TO BE CONTINUED
memo: Ingtkn nk tulis sikit je, tpi seronok lak smpai trlalu pnjng...so ade part 2, where the title actually applies...