Hey people! Malaysian here to chip in for the save-the-green-ns-blog campaign. This is my timetable!

Mon : Slack
Tues : Slack
Wed : Slack
Thurs : Slack
Fri : Slack
Sat : Slack
Sunday : Obviously Slack

Okie with that out of the way, actually I want to blog about my experience today!

This morning at like 5.00 am in the morning, I woke up. Yadayada, showered then ate. Okay today I was supposed to head down to KL to get my UK student visa. Radioed a cab, so far so good. Until I got into the blooming cab.

The innocent looking chinese uncle drive on the road at like 130 km/h even with cars ard it.

That pretty much sums it up, I was clutching for my dear life btw. Minor point. Reached the airport at record time with little surprise. Then got my tix, boarded the plane to KL at 7.30 am.

Fly fly fly fly fly fly fly reach!

Okay KL's airport isn't exactly in KL, it's like an hours drive. So I had to take this express train that costs like 35 bucks per trip to downtown. Boarded a taxi at the train station and went to Wisma MCA (The place to do da wicked little visa thingamabob).

Got down, took the elevator up 19 stories and collected a number. The office opens at 8.30 i reached at 9.00. My number was 108! RAWR! And the number then was like 9!

So I was directed downstairs to the third floor, and waited for 2 hrs. At 11, I went upstairs to check. The queue moved a stupid little 8 ppl. it was 17..... In 2 hrs.... 17.....

Yeah, then i went to a nearby shopping mall to eat and kill time. Ordered a bowl of kuey tiow soup. Then a guard came and said...

"Fire Drill encik! Fire Drill!" he smiled coyly.

Okay, I finished my bowl of soup and got up, only to be intercepted by a bunch of zealous staff, that really have first class acting skillz. They were like desperately pointing me to the fire exit and all, like im really gonna die. I thought it was pretty immersive until one young indian female staff just exclaimed "HEY HE IS WEARING SKETCHERS!!!" which totally killed the mood.

Walked down the fire exit, 3 floors and tru this loooong underground tunnel to the surface. All this for a bowl of kuey tiow. Nice going. After breathing fresh air once again, I promptly trudged away from the huge mass of ppl 
and made my way back to MCA again.

The number was 21. And it was 1 oclock. Just fyi my number was 108 and i had to catch a 7.30 flight back to my hometown.

OMGWTHBBQ.

It was then i found out that government sponsored scholars were allowed to skip queue. The little buggers all of them. They will get what they deserve when they get bonded to this dysfunctional govt.

Pleaded with an female officer that I had to catch a flight. Fat woman slammed me and said im not the only one and I shldnt yadayada and what not. 
Sadness filled my heart. The drab walls of the building echoed my inner sense of hopelessness, made worse only by the nasty looking creature in front of me. Okay without dramatisation, I kenna owned by an officer. Period.

Then I went back down to third floor, contemplating other modes of transport back down south. Prayed to God to like make me not miss my flight. hahaha. Then promptly fell asleep.

Suddenly a damn yan dao officer walked in. Asking for enquries. I lined up. Told him abt my predicament. I got my prayers answered! This 2nd officer let me cut queue at 3!

Sigh. Then the rest was just mundane stuff like getting back to the KL airport, eating mrflurry there to kill time till my flight and roll into the airplane that ferried this blob back south.

Kinda bumpy ride back. My young heart nearly cannot take it. I lose to the ahma sitting infront of me. She damn steady pom pi pi.

And so here I am, blogging abt my day. Pretty wicked day. In total I have spent at least 8 hours just waiting and stoning with my ipod today.

The Malaysian