Part 3 of The Return Home trilogy - Selamat Pulang ke Malaysia
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
The four of us dashed out of the plane, eager to get home after the 5-10 months that we've been away from everyone we know. After a harried search for my passport in my huge ass backpack, I finally am back in Malaysia and joined the others at the duty free liquor store where the rest are buying booze. When asked for a loaner (cos I had been the one with some RM when we left), I sank into deep shit realizing that my wallet's nowhere to be found.
Sheila helped look through the stuff in my knapsack to make sure that I didn't just put it somewhere else; but it's gone. It really was gone. I had suspected that it was back on the plane, but we were too far gone to turn back round for it.
So we found the Missing Luggage Office and reported it in immediately. I told one of the women manning the counter about my wallet and she told me to wait 10 minutes as they look for it. At this point I felt really bad that the others waited with me as their families were waiting on the other side of the arrival hall for them and that I was just delaying their reunions. Then I got a negative answer, which I know can't be the case - the cleaners must be lying.
But after lodging a report and leaving my contact number with them, we left for the arrival hall. Aside from the Singaporean coins in my jeans I was pretty much penniless. Forgetting about the earlier arranged transport home (taxi driver friend of Auntie Sharon's), I managed to get myself and the luggage into Sheila's dad's car and was in the back seat with her and May Kuen (who was there to welcome her back), while Sheila's bf and dad were in front.
I wasn't home that long when I got the call from MAS Security saying that my important documents (IC, driver's license) and most of my cash were recovered and they apprehended the idiot (who also flushed down my wallet along with my student ID and Social Security card) and asked if I wanted to lodge a report. Maybe because I wasn't thinking straight I agreed to it. But now my problem was transport; I've got Dad's Harrier at my disposal, but without my driver's license it's pointless.
So I got Auntie Sharon to drive me back down to the airport and we went to the Salak Tinggi police station to lodge a report. I was a little of a rambling idiot, going on and on about my student ID. (I wasn't even that worried about the RM55 wallet than went down the toilet as well as the card bearing my Social Security number). Statements both mine and the people from MAS Security were taken, which I thought took longer than necessary.
The police wanted to hold my documents as evidence in their case, but we balked and said that it's stupid for me to go without my IC and driver's license for so long. So they agreed to take pictures of it and what not. But the remaining cash is still gonna be evidence.
On the way back to PJ I fell asleep in Auntie Sharon's car (she had to miss a meeting on my account - another thing that I feel bad for) due to extreme exhaustion from the flying and recent events.
After having the pork noodles (which was supposed to be my lunch) for dinner, I slept for over 12 hours, waking up at about 7 something the next morning.
Everyone tells me that I'm fortunate to have my IC and driver's license back (which I guess is true; it's more work reapplying for those). But unfortunately I am also broke.
Sheila helped look through the stuff in my knapsack to make sure that I didn't just put it somewhere else; but it's gone. It really was gone. I had suspected that it was back on the plane, but we were too far gone to turn back round for it.
So we found the Missing Luggage Office and reported it in immediately. I told one of the women manning the counter about my wallet and she told me to wait 10 minutes as they look for it. At this point I felt really bad that the others waited with me as their families were waiting on the other side of the arrival hall for them and that I was just delaying their reunions. Then I got a negative answer, which I know can't be the case - the cleaners must be lying.
But after lodging a report and leaving my contact number with them, we left for the arrival hall. Aside from the Singaporean coins in my jeans I was pretty much penniless. Forgetting about the earlier arranged transport home (taxi driver friend of Auntie Sharon's), I managed to get myself and the luggage into Sheila's dad's car and was in the back seat with her and May Kuen (who was there to welcome her back), while Sheila's bf and dad were in front.
I wasn't home that long when I got the call from MAS Security saying that my important documents (IC, driver's license) and most of my cash were recovered and they apprehended the idiot (who also flushed down my wallet along with my student ID and Social Security card) and asked if I wanted to lodge a report. Maybe because I wasn't thinking straight I agreed to it. But now my problem was transport; I've got Dad's Harrier at my disposal, but without my driver's license it's pointless.
So I got Auntie Sharon to drive me back down to the airport and we went to the Salak Tinggi police station to lodge a report. I was a little of a rambling idiot, going on and on about my student ID. (I wasn't even that worried about the RM55 wallet than went down the toilet as well as the card bearing my Social Security number). Statements both mine and the people from MAS Security were taken, which I thought took longer than necessary.
The police wanted to hold my documents as evidence in their case, but we balked and said that it's stupid for me to go without my IC and driver's license for so long. So they agreed to take pictures of it and what not. But the remaining cash is still gonna be evidence.
On the way back to PJ I fell asleep in Auntie Sharon's car (she had to miss a meeting on my account - another thing that I feel bad for) due to extreme exhaustion from the flying and recent events.
After having the pork noodles (which was supposed to be my lunch) for dinner, I slept for over 12 hours, waking up at about 7 something the next morning.
Everyone tells me that I'm fortunate to have my IC and driver's license back (which I guess is true; it's more work reapplying for those). But unfortunately I am also broke.
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