Trust me - you wouldn't want to be hungry and looking for a table any later than 12:15pm in KLCC Suria mall. Just look at the Petronas Twin Towers and its new Tower 3. Can you imagine the office workers there, spanning from the administrative staff to the Big Shots (self-proclaimed and otherwise)? Which means there are queues everywhere from nasi lemak bungkus counters to fancy overpriced eateries, at least two with poor hygiene. (It is not easy trying to forget the restaurant whose staff you had witnessed leaving the washroom without washing her hands. A former classmate in my language class had also warned the few of us never to patronize the restaurant where he worked, followed by a demonstration of how his colleagues prepared the drinks.)
I strolled towards Uniqlo, greeted by the chirpy staff with echoes of their trademark "welcome to Uniqlo" in sing-song style. I must have been there for quite a while, because when I returned to the post office, it was serving #1124. Great. Even greater was that a few people had given up their numbers, and in less than 10 minutes, it was my turn.
And some other thoughts: for one to want to register as voter after the general election, isn't it obvious where you stand? Hurh. How do you explain to your friends how poorly your country is run, and then admit you didn't exercise your right to choose its government? How can you live in this country, getting stuck in traffic jams and rolling your eyes every time you see supposed VIPs escorted by police even for a quick run to the shoe shop, with bodyguards? (True story, by the way. One I'll remember for years.)
How do you explain the mother, son and wife who speak excellent English setting up their roadside stall every weekday as early as 7:15 am, only to sell nasi lemak and kuih-muih? How many people are there in their household? Or the honest taxi driver struggling to make ends meet, who had been robbed or cheated by passengers numerous times, with scars on their forearms to tell the stories?
How do you explain that Malaysia and Singapore used to have interchangeable currencies, and thirty years later, one Singapore dollar costs 2.4 Malaysia Ringgit? While it isn't fair to compare both countries entirely, when you look at just Kuala Lumpur (or the Klang Valley) and Singapore, doesn't it break your heart a little thinking about its public infrastructure and general standards of living?
And all you want is "peace" down the street where you live? You deserve so much more than just that, my friends.
Can someone please shed some light on this?
It could be that the applicant is required to acknowledge his/her Malaysian citizenship at the point of registration. But even so, suppose the applicant is not a Malaysian citizen, wouldn't this application be pointless? Why bother keying in the applicant's details, printing them on the form and making the person sign for it, then?
Or is this just another one of those "doing for the sake of doing" examples typical of the Malaysian administration offices?