Finally I surrendered my Malaysian Citizenship

This morning I went to Malaysian High Comm @ Hill St, to settle my citizenship thingy. Tell you lor, anyone who have to deal with Malaysia Civil Service will anticipate that it will be an unpleasant, if not horrible experience. Ok lar, at least now under the leadership of Abdullah finally they have improved to "unpleasant" CLAP CLAP happy right SJ (SJ is my handsome friend his name is Formidable Buddha Jun).

Okay, I reached there at 8am, cannot sleep abit late lar even though today is my off day &^*&%$^%$%&^*. People will q for the form, then q for the number (for q). First, I went to a counter to collect a form. The lady with black face gave me one set of multiple pages forms, and just said coldly - "TYPE IT". CHEEBY, how to find a typewriter there? Nvm, being a resourceful guy I went ard sourcing for precious typewriter. Finally, found a shop outside the building, which helping people take photo one - by the way I also need to take fucking Malaysian style photo with blue background. Then, got to wait there until my turn for that old and slow turtle Malay typist to do the work... cost $15 TMDKNN!

By the way, I really cannot understand their system. Why must we q at one counter to take form, then q at the other counter to take q number. And, why must we type it? It is way so inconvenient lor. Dun tell me they are so advanced to use the computer to read our form? Pls lor, even SG also accept hand-written form wat. KNN. And, why must they only working from 8am - 10 am?

The last chance to see my passport

Nvm Nvm, being last chance to deal with Malaysia Civil Service, I patiently wait for my form to be type-written neatly. And fucking hell, got one lady cut q, pleaded with other typist to help her first. Walao, people wait for 2 hrs oredi u no shame to cut q? Really damn cheeby woman hope her ass rotten. Then I voiced my unhappiness lor, how can you like that. Then that bastard typist just helped her (of cos lar, guy helping ger). Nvm, i wait again, and finally my turn again. FUCK.

Then hor, until 10.20am baru my form finished type-written. Remember, the office closed at 10am? Then I acted blur lar, hurried into the counter said aiyo I duno got to take q number etc etc lar. Ha ha BINGO, gave me one number but I got to wait until 1pm. Nvm, wait lor... better than come back to this fucking hell again.

Ate the lousy lunch at nearby coffee shop while waiting for my turn - cheapskate lunch

Then for the rest of hours I just sit, stand, watched baby (alot of them came here, see even baby dun wan be Malaysian), watched chiobu walking ard... wa ha ha... I applaud myself cos I am damn patience today.

Finally my turn lar... its 1pm and their speed of doing thing sipeh cepat, cos want to chop chop go for lunch wat... and hehehe... settled it at 1pm plus... YAHOOOOOOO

The only sad thing is for this period, I cannot go to JB to pump petrol, siannn...