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Well, it was a day.
Or should I say: the day where nothing right happened. First of all, let me tell you this: I'm supposed to be out for my little getaway with a friend today. So yeah, I got up early at around five. I had booked a taxi the day before and after I've had everything checked and stuffs yadda yadda, by 5.30 am the taxi arrived. Guess how much I paid for the taxi fare? 51.2 bucks. Yep. I paid (was kind of shocked but whatever) and went straight to the counter to check in. Guess what happened next? The lady behind the counter checked my passport and asked me if I had extended my passport. I lifted an eyebrow, clearly my passport hasn't expired, right? She then told me that my passport expires within 6 months and I will not be allowed to enter to Malaysia. I was shocked. I think I gaped and looked at her in disbelief. "What?" And she calmly said, "I'm sorry, even if I let you check in, they won't allow you entry. You might need to fly back as soon as you reach there." I couldn't say anything. She continued, "It's still early, you can try to go to the embassy and try to extend your passport." "But it won't be finished in a day right?" "I don't know, you can try and go there. Afterwards, you can come back and check in the counter over there." I muttered a thank you and walked away from the counter. Slumping down towards the nearest seat, I quickly browsed for the Indonesian embassy. After I received the phone number, I immediately called..only to be answered by an answering machine which told me that the opening hours is from 9am to 12pm. I blanked and sat there, contemplating who I could go to in such hour (5.40ish) I couldn't think of anybody really. So I just sat there and wait. I can't say I was panicking. I was merely there, accepting fate, and feeling major guilt for my friend. I mean wow, ditching a friend in another country? That is taking the term "douchebag" to a whole new level. How could I be so fucking incompetent? Why don't I ever know this kind of common knowledge? I know the types of clouds, random nutrition facts, and a handful of weird facts but wow I really have no idea of such a...common thing? Of course during my wait, I browsed for more information as to what I need to bring and stuffs like that, but that all took at most 5minutes, so it didn't help me pass the time. I stared at the bookstore on my far opposite. Relay. Bookstore. I could buy some books. But whatever for? What is the point? I first texted my friend, at around 6. I knew she hadn't landed yet but I just can't cope with the guilt (I haven't until now). Then I texted my other friend, who was supposed to pick us up. Unfortunately he wasn't up yet. And then I waited. So when finally 6.30 ticked by I decided to call my dad (home, exactly). It was only 5.30 where he is and I was feeling guilty for disturbing his rest. I spoke really slowly and softly as to not shock him or completely wake him up. I was kind of afraid he would howl at me. At first he thought I was calling to tell him I had boarded the plane. But then after I explained, he just said, then what will you do? So I paused and said I think I'd miss the flight. "I'm sorry dad." And he said "It's okay. It's okay. It's all part of experience." (Of course after he sobered up in a few hours he called me back and sort of yelled at me, oh whatever. But he was yelling not for missing the flight, for me to have my passport extension business quickly done.) We then talked a little about getting my passport extended and then I hung up. Next was my friend. She would be arriving at Malaysia at around 6.45am. So I texted her (since her phone card couldn't be used internationally), praying that she would immediately turn on her wifi as soon as she reached the airport. I was desperate, texted a lot. But well, she wasn't online. Finally at around 7am my friend who was in Malaysia replied. I explained to him everything. He was (surprisingly) cool about it, I mean he was nice enough not to...do anything that would furthermore induce panicky in me. He even made me crack a smile. I was really thankful of him. When my friend, a really really really good friend of mine, replied. I was...bursting with guilt. The only thing I could say to her was "sorry". I mean. Oh my god I might have lost a friend. I just...don't know what to do. I'm really sorry. I wish I wouldn't lose her. (Ah it's 00:00. Bye teenage. My dad just texted me, it was cute. Oh I love my parents.) Long story short, I rushed back to my apartment, grabbed my stuffs, went to school to photocopy documents (which is a stupid move since I could have done that in the embassy office, but whatever), and by then I realised it was too late to go to the embassy. So I just bought some lunch and dinner home and stayed there. I studied today. (Btw this part below was written when I started the post, so it was just a burst of feeling, I'm so dramatic sometimes) Right now I can only sigh. To be completely dramatic, I could say I really wanna let out tired tears right now. But to be fair I'm a huge crybaby (or just a completely emotional wreck) so actually me crying shouldn't be that of a big deal. However, now that I think of it, my problems aren't as big, in fact there are a handful that happened due to my incompetency. I just...am tired. I'm sorry. I am just sad. If that's allowed, please let me be. I hope that it will be better soon. P.S. After receiving the text from my dad I feel so much better now, wow talk about mood swing. Labels: personal |