Macibai. I walked 15 minutes under the burning sun to the police station and what do I get? Nothing but a throbbing headache and a bellyful of pissiness. I made my police report yesterday but the nice handsome young police officer said he couldn't get my report stamped and verified because it wasn't a normal working day so could I please come back tomorrow, pay 2 bucks and get the report stamped. Fine. Nevermind. Then just now I wolfed down lunch and did a mini walkathon over. And the bitch in uniform told me the "stamping officer" had gone out for lunch and could I come back an hour later. Stamping officer? What kind of BULL?! Taxpayers are paying an individual salary and supplying him/her a uniform to STAMP police reports? What about the rest of our much-trusted law enforcers who're lounging in the Damansara air-conditioned police station? Macibai indeed.
And I couldn't get a cent out from the bank because I don't have a temporary identity card. I couldn't get a temporary identity card because my police report isn't stamped. I couldn't stamp my police report because... some lazy asswipe sonofagun is too lazy to walk to get the stamp. I presume. I can too.
And I couldn't get a cent out from the bank because I don't have a temporary identity card. I couldn't get a temporary identity card because my police report isn't stamped. I couldn't stamp my police report because... some lazy asswipe sonofagun is too lazy to walk to get the stamp. I presume. I can too.
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I know how you feel. If it weren't so frustrating, it would be funny. Just keep smiling while you give those idiots a good smack!
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