For my upcoming trip to China in September, I need to renew my passport, which hasnt been used since 1999. Can you imagine I haven’t stepped out of this d***ed country for seven whole years. D***.

I got there at 7:31 today and the line was already long. They started giving out numbers at 7:43, I was 66th in line. As I queued for my number i noticed two things. One, the procedures poster on the notice board has quality equilavent to my Standard 2 manila card art. Two, there’s a room called “Bilik Penyusuan”. I was thinking, this must be the room where you breastfeed your kid while you wait. The first number was called at 7:57am. Not a bad start.

One by one new counters were opened up as the workers come in. Pretty soon, the number-calling device shot numbers in the average of less than 5 seconds. That’s like a machine gun. Well, there’s the other sections and stuff otherwise my trip to the Immigrations is faster than the GSC advertisements.

My number flashed at 8:32am. Some shuffling here, some thumbprints there, this and that, then it’s already time to wait for the cashier line. Whoa. There’s was another student standing by my counter and I found out that you get a discount from your passport price if you provide a letter from your foreign university. D***.

The cashier line already started soon after the Passport line started just now, so my next wait is less than half an hour. Picked up my IC, paid 300 smackers, and I’m done. Like, whoa. Parking fee was RM3.70. So that’s little over an hour. So they finally juiced up government paperwork. Good job, my respect for this d***ed country went up by 0.47 notches.

I got home at 9:00am. That’s 2-3 hours earlier than when I normally wake up. Note that waking up and getting up is a huge difference in my lifestyle. There you have it. Have I restored your faith yet?