Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Alright, part 2. The weekends were spent with the cellgroup mostly. Saturday was very messy. I needed some money, and my mom couldn't transfer me the money, due to some problem, so she asked me to go visit Uncle Miki (not my classmate Miki, who's a girl by the way), and get the money from him, and she'd pay him back. Okay, he works in a carpark near the checkpoint, so I thought that when I reached the checkpoint, I'd go down and get the money, then go back. I had forgotten though, and due to the layout and all of the new checkpoint (it looks damn nice, but all the extra walking is really unnecessary) I was in Singapore before I remembered that I had no cash. I went back to Malaysia, and at the Malaysian Checkpoint, since I had a Malaysian passport, they usually just scan it and let me go. The officer stopped me though, and said I had a case, a federal case. I'm like what? Since when? He led me to another officer who told me about the problem.
About 2 years ago, I was rejected entry from Malaysia, with my Canadian passport. Just for those who don't know, I used to go in and out of Singapore daily to go to school, and I used a Canadian passport. Inside, there was a special pass, that needed me to stamp my passport only once a month instead of daily. At the time, it was the due date, and I went to the foreign passport lane. Lucky me, it was the same officer that had gotten me in trouble last time. You see, I had a Malaysian IC, but a Canadian passport, which led to complications. This moron found trouble for me and brought me to the HQ that time. Thankfully though, 2 officers (one Chinese lady and another Malay guy) fought for my case and eventually I was allowed to pass, although they told me never to show the IC till I got my Malaysian passport, 'cause most of the officers wouldn't know what to do. Okey-dokey. Anyway, that same officer who gave me trouble was in the foreign passport lane, and he told me to take out my IC after looking through my passport. Heck! He remembered, and I couldn't lie, so I just took it out. He talked with his partner and the partner, predictably, didn't know what to do and suggested I go to HQ. Argh! The friendly officers weren't there, and everyone in the office voted in favor of rejecting entry.
I was pissed, and worried. I asked what I was being rejected entry for, and like they always are in the Malaysian checkpoint, they ignored me. They printed a form of rejection, and said the reason for my entry was stated there. I took a look, and it said what section blah blah blah act blah blah blah and that stuff. As if I know the codes and law of this messed up system! I kept trying to ask why I was being rejected entry, and none of them answered. One Malay officer led me out and told me that I should just keep quiet. Hell man, as if I'll keep quiet when I have no idea what I'm being rejected entry for. He flagged down a 950 and told me to get on, saying I wasn't allowed to enter Malaysia. I said that I was a Malaysian and took out my IC to show it. He said good for you, and didn't give a second glance. They can't reject a Malaysian from entering Malaysia right? But apparently he didn't care. He took my passport and IC from my hands, THREW IT on the bus floor and told me to pick it up. I mean SERIOUSLY. That was the limit, I got up to take the stuff and when I turned around to argue more, the bus doors closed and I was driven back to Singapore. Long story short, I snuck back into Malaysia later on at like 4-5am.
Anyway, I suppose this was the case that wasn't settled, and the lady said that I was rejected entry, so how did I get back into Malaysia? I told her the plain truth (excluding the sneaking back part) that I've been going in and out of the countries for the last 7 years, and no one's given me problems except for a few. She brought me into an office and told me to sit down. Later I spoke to another officer who said I was committing a federal offence because that I had 2 citizenships. Geez anyone? I told them that I surrendered my Canadian citizenship 2 years ago, and was given the Malaysian passport in return. For a period I was holding dual citizenship, with a Malaysian IC and a Canadian passport, but that was inevitable since I had a waiting time for the process. Then he asked for proof that I surrendered it. Well genius, if I didn't give it up, do you seriously think that your government would give me a Malaysian IC and passport? I don't think so, I thought that it was proof enough with my Malaysian passport and IC, but he said that wasn't proof. Then what? He said I needed a document called a Perakwan Taraf (I think I seriously mispelled that, its the correct pronounciation though). It's in KL, and I've been visiting Singapore within the last 6 months, and have been going through the 2 countries daily for 2 years since I've gotten my Malaysian citizenship, so why was there no problems till now? Geez.
I was let go though, eventually. Some senior guy said that my rights as a Malaysian take priority above all things and that you couldn't stop a Malaysian from entering Malaysia. So yeah, I went back, took the money, and went back to Singapore for service. I was late, because I was detained for close to 2 hours. When I had a Canadian passport, the Malaysian Immigration gave me problems. When I have a Malaysian passport, they still give me problems! Which reminds me of something at the Singapore checkpoint recently. There's a section in the card that you must write where your Singapore address is, but I don't fill that portion in, since I have no address. The officer asked me to fill it in and I said I had no address in Singapore, then he asked me where I'm going. I said church, then he told me to write down where my church was. I began writing Singapore Expo Hall 8, but when I was about to write "hall", he accused me "Oi, you said you go church, then now you write expo. You lying is it? Har? Har?" I'm like what? I said in a very condescending tone "My church is in expo, got a problem?" Then he gave a very retarded look and said sorry. Pfft.
Service was enjoyable though. Instead of the usual sermon and preaching, it was an interview of Sun, who had come back a while, by Pastor Kong. We basically heard from her what it was like to live a busy celebrity life, the temptations, the people, environment and the daily life, plus a significant portion talking about her extensive charity. Funny, witty and warm hearted, it was nice to just see everything from the very personal perspective from the both of them, instead of the usual "holy, pastoral" side we always see every week. My final service in Singapore was the final service of the year, and I found that really significant.
I stayed over in Ashley's place (for those who don't know the Ashley in my cellgroup, he's a guy! Despite the name). I was dead tired from traveling and the detaining part earlier, and after using his problematic laptop, I fell asleep promptly. Next day I spent a few hours at Ashley's workplace and the conversation ended up being the long history between me and Cedric Koh. Nothing you need to know =).