This morning I waited in the longest queue ever. From 7+am till 11am. Not for Metro Sale, definitely not for Zara Sale but to redo my MyKad I.C.


For the second time. Twice. Two times! Two times of enduring mega long queue, hearing the annoying repeated announcement of "Satu, Kosong, Lima. Kaunter 7. Satu, Kosong, Lima. Kaunter 7". What made it worse was I forgot to carry along with me a book or newspapers. I had zero entertainment (and interaction) for almost 4 hours. I slept a bit though. I was holding onto number 328. Tiga ratus dua puluh lapan. Gawd.


After all that's done (paid RM60 for losing my previous I.C for the second time), you'd think I feel relieved right? And the fact that the picture on my temporary I.C slip looks good, it should add on to a good start for the day right?


Well, yes for the next couple of hours, it was good. UNTIL...


I received a call from my dad, saying that there's a guy who posted a letter to me stating that he has found my wallet. Wallet with all my items and cash intact, INCLUDING MY FREAKIN' I.C!


How can this be? How can God let this happen! Talk about 'Perfect Timing'.


Why Why Why!