Sometimes it makes me wonder how did us Malaysians actually got so far in the world. Something doesn’t seem right when 90% of my friends are hedonists and the rest of the 10% are oppressed geniuses that are either struck by their own eccentricity or looping in their own fantasy world all the time.

My frustration with Malaysians is that most of the time we don’t take anything seriously, and most of us are extremely ignorant to the drive of life. Drive of life? What the *toot* is that? Okay, no point censoring myself on my own blog. I’ll rephrase. What the FUCK is that?

Today I’m going to head down to the cheras police station to get my keputusan kes report, for my car that was stolen last year. Yeah, don’t ask. Some rats ferried it away in the middle of the night. Anyway, I’ve been doing this stupid trip from Shah Alam down to Cheras for over a week now, just to see that stupid Sgt. Ham to conclude on this case.

NOTE: Names have been changed to protect the innocent (which is me) and the stupid (them)

First time there, there’s this fucking Punani or whatever, and yeah, I didn’t bring anything at all. Here’s what happened before that. The insurance company issued me a letter which is a CC of the one sent to the police station inquiring about the result of the case. So I’m supposed to go to the police station to pick up the keputusan kes and hand it back to the insurance company, and so I did.

Fucking Punani was the first who gave me trouble. I didn’t bring my copy of the letter (which was a CC, by the way), and thus she was grumbling and mumbling as she tried to sort out everything from the piles of files on her desk.

Observation of the Day - No Computer System?

I mean, c’mon! It’s the internet era, and our police station is still using files and papers? There’s a computer sitting there, with a nice 17″ LCD screen and black CPU casing that looks as if its frequently cleaned by never used. So I decided to ask if the computer still works.

Me: Err, takde rekod dalam komputer ke? (No record in the computer?)

Punani: Komputer down lar!

Friggin’ Hell. Lemme rephrase that - FUCKING HELL! Okay, fine. I’ll let you search through the files. Then Sgt. Ham walked in, and asked me the same questions. You got bring letter? Got bring salinan repot polis? No lar of course, I submitted them to the insurance company already, remember?

I sensed that this is going nowhere, and decided to cut my waiting time. My WASTED TIME. I told them politely that I’ll go back and get the report and a reprint of the letter from the insurance company. Okay fine.

So the following 5 days was spent with me calling this stupid Sgt. Ham asking whether it is okay if I came down today to get the keputusan kes and having him say he is busy everyday. Goddammit.

Me: So Sgt. Hamid, hari ini boleh saya datang ambil itu keputusan kes ka? (Hi, can I come and take my report today?)

Sgt. Ham: Aiya s’krang tak boleh la, nanti you call saya. (Now can not, call me later)

or

Sgt. Ham: I s’krang di doktor, call saya nanti lah. (I’m at the doctor’s place now, call me later)

or

Sgt. Ham: Hari esok I tak kerja… (Tomorrow I’m not working…)

or

Sgt. Ham: I went to the movies, the fella died lar!

Ok the last one’s my own words, but the conclusion is it took me 5 days to set up an appointment with him, which is today. So later I’m heading down to Lonpac first to get my stupid letter reprinted, and then onwards to the police station to settle this once and for all.

YOU THINK MY PETROL BANYAK AR? Bloody hell.

UPDATE:

Well I just got back from Cheras, after a round-trip to Lonpac, then to the police station, and back to Lonpac. Tired like hell. Well I finally got the keputusan kes report from Sgt. Ham, which is good. This is what happened:

Me: Nah, ini surat (There, here’s the letter)

Sgt. Ham: Ok lah

Me: Err

Sgt. Ham: Apa err? Nah cakap apa?

Me: Takde-lah. So bila boleh dapat itu keputusan kes?

Sgt. Ham: See how lar

Me: ??!!

Sgt. Ham (with a snigger on his face): Apa macam? Nak cakap apa ka? Bila u mau ni report?

Me: Hari ini boleh ka?

Sgt. Ham: Takde apa nak cakap ar? Ok lar, see how lar.

FUCKING HELL!!!!!! Okay to those who are not familiar with the Malaysian police system, he’s obviously asking for some “incentives” to process my stuff. Or so I thought. Fine, let’s play the game.

Me: Aiya, ok lah, saya belanja makan mau? I pun belum makan lagi.

Sgt. Ham: Belanja minum ka? Ok lar, see how lar.

Me: (FUCK!)

Sgt. Ham: (Hands me the letter) Joking only lar. Nah, ini surat.

Damn bugger got a twisted sense of humor. Grr…..

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