while all this is going on, our buddy kel packs to leave the shores. the week up to it was meant to be a whirlpool of activity and time spent together. so i think: i can do that. for a few hours i can forget things and just be with friends.
things were all dandy right up to steaks on saturday. boy were we regretting wishing we could work off just how much we had stuffed ourselves with. the night-meant-for-clubbing went like this:
found a park [no easy feat!] and tracked in non-cold resistant clothes and heels to publicity - waited in long line - got to entrance - packed out - no entry for who knows how long more - waited awhile to no avail - got moving to RMH, other end of city - not happening, no go - hiked to Scubar - liked the place, not the crowd - sniffed at Amber Lounge walking past - the Expert took one glance and turned up her nose, we wisely followed - then F4our - no good - 255 - stayed long enough for a drink - very good music, but the crowd was probably at publicity - So'Bar - closed dammit - Hype - sucky trance we tolerated for awhile - then back to publicity [yep!] - still no entry - police bouncers club manager bleeding guys swearing to the moon for 10 minute entertainment at freezing entrance - then to Supper Club - for 4 dollar juice with some fancy name.
as the morning sun rises, we stand up to leave, i dig into my back pocket for money to pay, and find my cash and ID gone!!! leave details at Supper Club, then go back to Hype and 255 to do the same. [the options are 1. they slipped out somewhere, or 2. i got pickpocketed. both are hard to believe because my jeans were tight. plus i've put money and cards in my back pocket when goin out at nights all the time - in this very pair of jeans - and i'm always fine]
next day, i called the embassy. don't know why i bothered. the guy on the line was of littel help, basically telling me to make a polic report, which i already knew to do. when i asked about reporting the lost to deem it void, he kept insisting they had no power to do anything or make a new one or do anything about it, that i had to go back to the motherland to get it all sorted but that if someone returned it to them he could send it to me if i sent them a copy of the police report bla bla bla and i was about to go off on a rant and swear at him in malay when i finally said: what if someone picks it up and uses it for something else???? you know, like for something illegal you tak guna punye orang macam ni pun tak faham lu ingat lu banyak pandai ahh? aksyen la kerja kat embassi, tapi otak pun takda nama lu apa hah? i kasi report sama your supervisor, babi punye orang. biar kena baru tau.
ok fine. i actually stopped at "else". his reply?
OOOH. no no, it's ok. no one will use your IC. they only want passports because passports sell for 30,000 you know, lots of them get lost. all the time, passports get stolen. this IC one, nothing. when you go back home, you just make a new one, that's all.
1. i don't know if i'm glad he thinks it's really so minor i have nothing to worry about,
2. upset he was so blasé about the whole thing and that eventually i'm gonna get screwed,
3.annoyed at his dumbness, the annoyance fueled by my wanting to be polite knowing full well he thought i wasn't very bright and repeated his explanation over and over again, each time more and more slowly, while not listening to a word i said,
4. amazed someone at the high comm would even say something like that at all.
2. upset he was so blasé about the whole thing and that eventually i'm gonna get screwed,
3.annoyed at his dumbness, the annoyance fueled by my wanting to be polite knowing full well he thought i wasn't very bright and repeated his explanation over and over again, each time more and more slowly, while not listening to a word i said,
4. amazed someone at the high comm would even say something like that at all.
i think it's a bit of all the above.
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the night before
lex j larry kel
tongue action
scrumptious shots
to kel
zookeeper and pets
kel jen
joy: kel! army boy: yes ma'am! ;D
the self-admitted designated driver who i had to talk into a mockshot (shockhorror!) leaving the premises - AH-HAH!
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airport blues
brave smiles at the gate
Kel's Melbourne journey photo collage
money clip from Tiffany & Co
before the tears----
steamboat party
no rest for the weary. but good distraction for the soul. steamy soup and other goodies at T's with his mum and Bernamoffs, T's (and mine, actually) bosses. [you know what they say. people eat for all sorts of reasons...]
the lil tykes - the real bosses of the lot - showing how they do just that
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