My handphone and wallet was stolen when i was performing in Berjaya Times Square, effectively cementing and enforcing my father’s already-negative view towards its owner and any of the establishments connected to his name. All I could think was ’stupid. i shouldn’t have been so careless’. And by now, the thoughts have altered slightly to ‘fuck. why so mafan one’.
So in the meantime, I’m using my mum’s phone because of the various procedures and guidelines that dogs the path to retrieving your supplementary phone number. Like how I need to busy my dad to go all the way to Maxis to get my number back for me, even though I could easily supply him with any detail he wanted, and got my dad on the phone etc. But it’s for our own good after all, so i let it slide.
My I.C. will take 2 weeks. And it’ll have my old address on it. I didn’t bring any bills to show that the things addressed to my mum and dad no longer goes to one house but another now.
I didn’t bring my police report to Public Bank, and i’m denied a new ATM card.
Amidst being entirely pissed off (of myself) and exhausted from running around and juggling practices…
It struck me that i have less than a month to go to stay in Malaysia. And my final moments will be spent in a hurry from day to day, singing. My dear friends, joel and I were accepted into Emerson College, so we’re both leaving by the 10th of january or so. PLEASE ignore my shameless wish and THROW ME A FAREWELL! It’s the most effective way to see you all at once =(
Gah, wallet and phone got stolen? Talk about bad luck. It really sucks trying to get another IC and all those crap again knowing how efficient Malaysian services are. >.>