Renew car road tax (tanpa geran original)

Heyy I know it’s July and Im freaking out how fast time flies these days. Im putting this out here because I couldn’t find any specifically helpful post online about it. So my car road tax has expired for more than a year. Im still paying for my car so there’s no way to have the original title deed (geran) or a copy because I live far from the state that I registered my car when I first bought it (banks wont post it because it’s a confidential document you’ll have to walk in yourself).

PUSPAKOM inspection ——-> Insurance ——–> Road tax

Here Im sharing how to handle it as the owner. You can also send another person to bring the car for inspection, just bring your IC copy and relevant documents. It has become a real headache to me as I need to use the car asap.

  1. Get your VOC

Info : VOC is Vehicle Registration Certificate or Sijil Pemilikan Kenderaan. Before 2016 JPJ issued Car Registration Card (RC) for use in the many services by JPJ as proof that you’re the owner of that particular car. Now it’s replaced with VOC . Go to any JPJ office near you but as a safe bet go to the big ones (I went to JPJ in my local UTC) locate the kiosk and follow the instructions, and pay the RM50 fee to get your VOC printed out using debit card. You can ask the staff to help you use the kiosk or if it’s available or not in that branch. NO NEED TO TAKE NUMBER. The only time you may need to wait is if there’s a line of people using the kiosk!! It’s utterly easy!


      2. Get a PUSPAKOM appointment 

Cars that has expired road tax exceeding 1 year will need to come in for inspection (category Pemeriksaan Khas). PUSPAKOM has an efficient online appointment booking system and knowing Malaysians they rather wait looong lines than booked a freakin a slot first, which is so easy…PUSPAKOM has a dedicated line for appointments and is usually so short in comparison to the walk in lines. Don’t just walk in PERIODT!!


  • register as a new user, activate via email
  • choose which branch you wanted to go to
  • choose available time slot
  • pay (fees are according to which category of inspection etc)
  • print the appointment form!

     3. Make sure to bring any documents needed

If you are unsure what to bring just call PUSPAKOM toll free number 1-800-88-6927 and ask away. For my case, I only need my IC (of course) and VOC

    4. Prepare and get your car inspected 

Make sure you car is ready to go or use the one day permit from JPJ. To be 100% safe use this permit. I just drove my car to the nearest PUSPAKOM haha fill your gas and prepare for entertainment/food for this lol the waiting time can be long (mine was 2 hours for the whole process). When you arrive on the chosen date and time go to the guard post FIRST, ask them and they will tell you what and where you need to go. You dont wanna park / wait at the wrong line or area or missed out a step because you might lose time. Most central PUSPAKOM centre has high traffic of customers. Some people use ‘runners’ but I don’t.

  • Know your queue line and wait for your turn.
  • Get the staff to scan the code on your printed appointment form (from the website earlier)
  • Go to payment counter with your relevant documents
  • If you booked online, fill a form and you will get your receipt. Give this receipt to the staff that is checking your car
  • If you didn’t booked online make payment and get your receipt as above
  • After inspection was finished go to the result counter and they will give you the inspection report



OR get them come to you .


DONE with inspection!

With this PUSPAKOM inspection passed, only now you can buy insurance and get your new road tax. This can be done in a number of ways. You can either use insurance agents via whatsapp or go to any JPJ office and apply over the counter. Bring your insurance policy document, your license, VOC / geran original, and PUSPAKOM inspection result papers. I prefer to go to UTC since I can’t really get out during working hours.

Hope this helps =)

Just watched…

….the movie The Other Boleyn Girl. I know this is so lame but I’m out here 3 months into 2019, posting about a 10 year old movie in an attempt to revive my 10 year old blog >.<

Let’s get to it because I can’t stop thinking of this movie. I’m a fan of period movies and currently watching Outlander on Netflix on and off.

(100% spoilers)
I mean…what the fuck?? what the actual fuck??!

Did you know Anne and Mary Boleyn were sisters and Mary caught Henry Tudor’s eyes and become one of his mistress (when she was already married!)
that’s the power of the King. But in actual fact Anne is the one who with ambitions of power and domination, while Mary is anything but

Mary bore Henry a son, but a bastard one, and while that happened he was under Anne’s charms, to Mary’s pain. Still, she didnt act against Anne.
Anne is acting in spite of her good sister Mary,
because she had won Henry’s affection FIRST before he did her. It’s not enough for her. Her greed ate at her. She wanted to control the King and England as well.
She forced the King’s hand to banish his Spanish wife Katherine of Aragon to a nunnery, abdicated England from the Vatican, which is of massive importance to England
as a Catholic force at the time, all these just so he could wed Anne and make her Queen as she desired.

As a Queen, the weight is on her to produce Henry a legitimate male heir. Instead she bore him a girl. Anne’s position is in danger without a son.
Mary stayed by her sister’s side, comforting her and delivered her child. Anne and Henry marriage were devoid of intimacy and warmth as they both despised each other
in other words they only have angry *** lol he didn’t even do it with her anymore because of how much he detest her and her total lack of compromise
It’s just who Anne is, unlike Mary who yielded to Henry, as a woman in love with a man.
Anne is further cursed by the public because of the disposal of Katherine previously, and now they hated her for not giving them an heir. Henry grew anxious and depressed to leave the throne without the next King in line.

Sometime later, Anne had a stillborn and kept it from Henry to avoid his amounting contempt to her. In complete desperation, she told their brother George (who is married) to do it with her so that to produce a child either way. To protect her from the King’s wrath if he knew she had her stillborn baby dumped in secrecy.
George, who acted dearly for his sister, lied with her, but couldn’t do it. They console each other, crying, knowing Anne may not have another day to live. Unbeknowsnt to them, George’s wife saw them at the beginning and quickly reported it to the King, to his utter outrage.

As swiftly as he had decided upon Anne, she was tried for adultery and incest. Her very own Uncle Duke of Norfolk and previous husband, also named Henry, were among the court. So you can imagine how that pains her at the last day of her life.

Mary by this time retired herself to Rochford, heard of this and ride towards the castle to meet the King. She begged him to spare Anne’s life, knowing George was already executed.
Henry comforted her because he trusted her and among every other women he had been involved with, he knew Mary wholeheartedly wishing for her sister’s life in good spirit, despite everything that had happened. But he knew he couldn’t forgive Anne and grown out of pleasure for her.
The only way forward to put all these behind him is to dispose of her, like he did to Katherine, albeit more cruel. He needed to execute Anne for those convictions and curse Anne’s soul forever.

So he did just that. Anne was publicly beheaded as an incestuous Queen of England who committed treason against the King. The Boleyn family witnessed two deaths at a similar time.

In a country far away in England, Mary married and resided with Stafford, the man employed by their father as the first Viscount of Rochford, whom has seen everything he could handle throughout the Boleyn’s tumultous voyage in the Tudor’s court, and had seen Mary’s pure heart. He’d have been her only retribution against the backdrop of her entire family’s fate.

They raised Anne’s first child, a red haired girl, who has zero premonitions of her enthralling future……as the Queen of England.
Who would’ve known that Henry’s paranoia of securing the throne with a male heir didn’t amount to anything? The son that he yearned for so long never comes, but instead his cursed witch of a woman Anne Boleyn’s daughter, were to be born to the greatest era of Queens, conflicting with Mary Queen of Scots for the throne of England, survived her country’s deadly religious rivalry, and King of Spain for a long massive war that was one of the most applauded victory in England’s history.
To think about it Elizabeth I carried enough of her mother’s traits; strong and resolved, fearless and never backing down to the end. These proved to be essential for her 45 year reign.

The turn of tides in this whole Tudor era is insane!! Damn I’d give anything for a chance to live that era lol
I kinda think that I’d fit in but I dont know because my entire existence is so digital, so dependent on the 21st century that I cant see it.

That’s one of the reasons why the series Outlander is so satisfying. Although I dont think they’d make a story of a more modern society be transported back in an era where public executions by the King are an event in itself, when the ascencion to the throne is the only thing that mattered. A peasant’s life is unremarkable, hence no stories of it. Idk but I’d probably be one to catch the court’s eyes if I ever be transported back…they’d probably either uphold me in an unreal, pedestal, biblical way or burn me as a witch as I have a world of unknown knowledge they havent discovered at the time!

The Maus (2017)



*spoilers alert*

I recently started to watch Netflix (Ikr I’m like gazillion years late from everyone on planet Earth) my satellite TV isn’t working great these days and I hate having to pay a lot of money to a bad service. So, with Netflix on my PC and mobile phone, I began to flick and save a ton of movies into my list.

What took me in for The Maus is the synopsis that mentioned the Bosnian war. I can’t tell you how affected I was by this early 90s war, because I was born a year before and I remember watching it all over the news, the grisly bloody photos of people laying dead on the street, which later I knew were apparently being shot randomly by the Serbs. I had nightmares of a war where I live and losing my parents in the war…I mean I literally got so entrenched in it. I used to watch a lot of documentaries and look for movies or a remake of anything on the subject. So it’s only natural for me to check this out!

Firstly, I knew no one of the 4 actors in this movie. But heck the main actress Alma Terzic is AMAZING, and after some digging I realized I’ve watched her in In The Land of Blood and Honey. I never saw August Wittgenstein before but damn he’s hot. Although I can’t. stand. his character in this movie. I find myself agreeing with the 2 villains…’FUCK THIS GUY’ he was oblivious to his shortcomings in a situation he never had to deal with before in his life, and downplaying the trauma and emotional abuse a surviving war victim could’ve endured. From the start he was shown as having good intentions, and the audience get that, but the way he projected himself on Selma (Alma Terzic) is annoying and downright emotionally abusive to me. How could Selma took him as her boyfriend???! I mean seriously I won’t even if he’s hot, tall and have a good-guy persona. Lol the movie is really slow moving but you get this enveloping feeling of claustrophobia from the vast unforgiving forest. It’s amazing how the camera work fuck with your mind that you’re dreading every minute. You know that they’re confined in this unknown place that gradually untie the knots in Selma’s harrowing illusions of what’s in the past, in the current and something otherworldly.

The Maus really picked its pace when the first landmine scene happened. Contrasting with the seemingly beautiful day with the sun shining through the trees, the forest was a witness of arguably the worst war crimes of modern Europe. And you realize the amulet that Selma possess, is harboring a kind of mystic protective power to her. All the while Alex (August Wittgenstein) is behaving like a total asshole, with good intentions and sky high moral ground 🙄 What unfolds was shocking and hellishly confusing. But not in a dizzying way. You’re invited to decide for yourself what the fuck actually happened. It’s like a multiple ending fucking movie but it somehow doesn’t feel like it (idk how to word this lmao). The scene nearing the final grand nudge to everything you thought you understand about the story is imperative to make your own mind about the ending, where the two main actors found themselves in a tight spot…morality or revenge?

I found a great comprehensive review that offered 4 possible explanations. I have to say I agree the most with none of it but a reader’s comment (unfortunately it was anonymous) :


It makes the most sense to me. How confident Alex seemed to think of himself and his actions and the fact that Selma had to suffer in the hands of the same Serbs that could’ve been the men that killed her family. They were out there to get her ‘kind’ and the ‘protector’ didn’t take it seriously and failed to stop the senseless killings. This is followed through by the ending where it’ll just completely unsettled your thoughts. There are no closure, only the aftermath of violence begets violence.


A multiple ending movie that questioned your moral sense. A well made thriller/horror cinematic that force you to watch in pitch black darkness and guided by sounds that tells you where to look even if you dread what you’d see. If you’re remotely interested in the Bosnian war you should totally watch this. If you aren’t you could give it a pass. If you’re a thriller/horror movie lover? What are you even doing reading a bad review before watching it?? CHECK IT OUT YOURSELVES!! 😎👍👍👍


Again, Im shocked by my own inability to write anything. It’s diminishing with time and just feels so overwhelming to squeeze something out these days. I’m in a truer sense comforted by stuff and things, and not so much thoughts anymore. I guess I’m just tired or bored or whatever I felt I can’t get a grasp on it. The result of a lifetime of bad habits and constant failures. I need to feel I achieved something on a daily basis and the way I live now (and for about 10 years now) is in no way accommodating to that. Nothing is burning anymore. But when it does come I feel the worst kind of inadequacy to do it, like I will never have the time to live another day. It can be draining. And the way I cling to stability in my life (eg : work) is insane sometimes. When I realize how badly I needed to stay on this same track to feel like my life is onto something and provides me the comfort of knowing that I touched other people’s lives in my line of work, is sad. People should be wholesome with or without their jobs am I right? Or such perfect life only ever happens outside my existential world? Is it wrong to want perfection in things that are virtually impossible? I understand the danger of imposing far too perfect visions of life in reality but I seemed to always do this to myself. One thing I told myself is that I am not defined by my work. But then again, who am I without what I do for a living and my supposed position in society? Just a nostalgic adult who doesn’t wanna change and progress. I have really old and (far fetched) aims I wanted to achieve and until those are done, I can never let go.

IT (2017)

Hello blog!! I’ve missed you! Today I’m on a roll every few months lol I’m gonna post about the movie that buzzed the entertainment world IT. I bet everyone knows it was based from the same-named Stephen King’s novel and is also a remake of IT as a TV series 27 years ago. I haven’t watched it nor read the book.




IT takes you in an endless roller coaster ride into a horror house that relentlessly punish you for being scared. And when it ended you marvelled at how you stayed gripped on your seats for 2 hours. Yes, the runtime is 2 hrs 15 mins! IT isn’t a ghost, isn’t a maniacal human cannibalising children, but an entity, an evilest force that glorifies your worst fears. IT manifests in any form, anytime of the day, at absolutely anywhere. Stephen King is already a legend in horror writing but really, the idea that make us scared of those little unassuming drainage holes, is genius. You’d think at worst a lonely homeless guy would show up but nah, there’s a full grown adult circus Clown named Pennywise offering balloons to children greeting them to get inside. Fucking hell!

IT can’t coexist with us humans but in Derry, a weird ass town where people kept on missing without a trace but the townfolks still held carnivals like nobody’s business, IT’s hideout is all over its sewerage underneath. Bill is a high schooler who mere existence consisted of the disappearance of Georgie, his little brother and his band of outcast friends. Together they faced the day to day harassment by the ‘cooler’ kids and getting through hormonal teenage years, talking about girls. And dicks. It was summertime and the sunny days are to be rejoiced. With the addition of new members into their ‘Losers’ club, the two boys Bill and Ben attention are fixated to the only girl in their group, Beverly. She’s a pretty girl from a troubled family and finds solace in the boys’ company. Bill decided to spend their summer by searching for Georgie in the sewers. While life are progressing and adolescent love is happening, we get to know more about each character, IT terrorized them one by one in otherworldly encounters. Their friends agreed to join Bill rather reluctantly and their friendship were put to a great test. Beverly took a life changing decision to escape her father’s torment but become IT’s victim. The friends lose their balance and they fight through to rescue Beverly and Georgie until the true IT deathly circus was discovered and they found out Georgie’s fate. That was the storyline in short. The degenerate bullies seemed insignificant to me as far as the story goes. It’s like they can ditch them in the first half and it’ll leave no loopholes.

Many life events happened along the way and this is when it gets a little derailed from the tension. The whole 2 hours gives you a sense of depth to the characters and their relationships. You cared for them and wished you can join them in stopping IT’s threat forever. But for people wanting to watch a movie with a horrifying clown as the antagonist, would be disappointed to watch more of a coming of age movie than a horror classic. I think the director tried too hard at making it a nostalgic replay of the 90s for the 27 years later audiences (if they really hold this promise of making it every 27 years in real time). It felt a little all over the place with the plot cutting in and out of scary scenes to a classic New Kids on the Block’s track. I mean if you wanna see how directors make this kind of shift successfully you can watch Marie Antoinette or any Sofia Coppola’s movies. Heck it’s so cool when it’s done right. Idk. I’m not a film major in any way but I feared that the fluid intersections of two different poles in IT is the reason it can’t be enjoyed to the fullest as a horror movie. As a coming of age? Defo YES. IT has that 90s vibe to it in the way its horror was delivered but it needn’t be for it to work. As a homage to the 1990 version maybe? However the director did Mama (2013) and I liked that movie. It’s interesting to wait for his next movies for sure. The unstoppable repeated nightmares you get from 90s horror movies when you were a kid isn’t a factor that exist in this movie. But it’ll make you terrified at the same time laugh at their witty conversations and revelled at how beautiful growing up was.

The teens cast are acting their real age. It’s amazing that they don’t have as many experiences before IT (except Finn Woflhard who already has Stranger Things to his resume). There are so many promising young actors these days, provided that they continued to act. A few were doomed into the normal life and it’s a loss to the entertainment world. Remember The Little Princess? Liesel Matthews who played the lead didn’t continue acting. Some fight through their careers with the now full world of young, talented and good looking actors. Like Matthew Beard who appears a few times in the limelight and then disappears, only focusing in theatres. I’m keeping my eyes out for them because I LOVE following child actors and watching their careers bloom.

Luckily for us Bill Skarsgard is a 27 year old award winning actor with the family name and looks to match that it’s OK to completely drown in his beautiful strong jaw, brooding eyebrows and 6 foot utter fabulousness *wink*wink*

I mean honey you can’t say no to this 

IT is a sensation today because of the acting and successful reimagining of the scariest form of an urban legend thinkable. Worst than your boogeyman and campfire stories ever. Movie goers shouldn’t miss this one though I’d say differently for full blown horror fan. This adult clown will look for you in your dreams and while you’re awake as well. IT is still down there, dormant in the sewers and will come back 27 years later. Watch out!

My rating : 3.5/5

Highly unsuitable for child audiences. Unless you wanna give them nightmares lol

Best scene : The friends having a splash in the quarry.

Best jumpscare : When Beverly gets abducted.


So I re listened to old songs i have in my library


I see you across a crowded room
And I’m paralyzed
I’m paralyzed
Cause you’re perfect

When you leave tonight
Your lovely smile
and the way you shine
It won’t be mine

If all I get is just a day
I have to say
In every way
You’re perfect

I wonder
If I’ll ever get to talk to you
I wonder
If you’ll notice that you’ve changed my life

If all I get is just a day
I have to say
In every way
You’re perfect

Michelle Featherstone – Perfect

this song………….damn.
ah fuck. I have a pretty quote i want to write here but it just left me seconds ago.
Goodnight Impossible Love.

One week done

I screwed my first week of Ramadhan by being completely unfocused on what I wanna achieve. Not that it’s surprising…anyway I’m in that dilemma again of pitting one dream against another. I have too many of them and each is important to me in some way. The hardest thing for me is to actually be one thing. Because I can’t for the life of me settle with one. I need to be everything. Needless to say these thoughts kept me at night,about which way is forward in this one life. The very reason I’m an irreparable insomniac, is that I kept on dwelling on everything. Thoughts came to me and demanded my attention. How do people do this thing called ‘decide’?

It’s time for Ramadhan

1st day done. I have too many resolutions that I’ve made this year and keen on doing. As usual I’m always with that question in my head; will I ever have the time to do everything that I want in this life? If anyone has find a way to bust time out of its tracks please tell me how. But I doubt we’ll ever defeat our nemesis in our mortal lives that is Time. Ramadhan this year came earlier (every year it gets 11 days earlier) and I’m still tryna get in the mood for it. So I have a very lukewarm fasting today, from the sahur food to the activities be it religious or normal day to day life, until the breaking fast. Heck I need a lot to adjust to Ramadhan this year. I’m currently looking for a productivity app/software for either phone or pc to help me prioritize this month for what it’s worth. And to generally improve on every loose ends which I have, a LOT. Until tomorrow world. To the next day of Ramadhan we go 😁 

A person dear to me

Lola’s Story – The Atlantic

As I was reading this article I find myself revelling in my own sadness of losing my grandmother last year. It’d be one full year next month since her sudden passing.

The author wrote about Lola, a woman who has been at a servitude to three generations of his family through her life since 18 years old, without pay nor freedom. A life of a slave. To this I can’t relate to, with the life of my grandmother. But the fact that she took care of all of us at various points in our lives and also our cousins and extended family. To her everyone in the family is as important as the other one who came before them.

Reading the author description of the things Lola did for him when he was a kid. When I was young at about 9 I was having a really bad eczema throughout my body (it actually just stopped when I was about 21) It sucks but I lived with it. Whenever my mom would have her staying with us she’d taken to her responsibility to calm me and put on a traditional sea cucumber oil to affected areas and massage them. She’d read some prayers while patting me until I fell asleep. I used to dislike that for a while and I remembered feeling like wanting to push her away. I’d say I practically grew up avoiding physical contacts like too much hugging, kissing cheeks etc that in the contrary, my best friend had both her parents expressing love in front of everyone in the school bus every morning. And I used to feel gosh didn’t she felt uncomfortable showing that in front of our friends? I don’t think it’d be something that I’d do. Only when I’m an adult I felt like I’ve missed all the opportunities.

Among all of my 8 siblings, I was the only one that had to be sent the longest time to the kampung (village) to be taken care of by my grandmother and grandfather. All of us had spent some of our lives here some months together but I was the one that had to be left alone for a longer time. I even went for the kindergarten across the street of my grandma’s house. It was just me, them and the endless yard that spans towards a large Mango orchard behind the compound. Me and my cousins who would come by every month or so would play outside until dusk and grandma would yell at us to come inside fearing of ghosts that specifically kidnaps little kids who doesn’t listen to their grownups. Well at least that was what she said and I abode! At night she would always say her prayers to keep us asleep despite waking up frequently to some creaking noises in the old house. She’d be there in the kitchen first in the dark of morning to prepare breakfast and starting her chores all over again. Her cuisines, had been ours and extended family traditions. She created a sense of belonging and togetherness while we’re in the kitchen, where we’d shared the most time and be reminiscing about years later when we are adults. Her selflessness was something I have never seen in anyone else except my mom. This serves well in retrospect, of all the years observing her life, giving more than she received without asking for any returns. My mom, however, gave her allowances which she would take some and give back to us her children by slipping it into our palms each time we came by.

Then life happened. When you had to chase the good life everyone is going for, you know, have a good degree, take a good stable job, earn your money and proceeded to the next new experiences. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for not going to see her more often, just 2 hours drive away from where I live. 2 hours seemed too long, too tedious for me. After work, I’ll be definitely arrive at night and I always find that as an excuse to not go for that week. And then the next. Then the other. As always I can picture her happiness when I called to inform that I’ll be coming by and how she’d cook my favorite dishes in abundance, later packing some for me to bring back. Right now I don’t know if I’ve ever shown her enough appreciation of who she was to me. I’ve written before that I’ve avoided some of her calls simply because I just don’t feel like talking. I don’t really take any phone calls anyway but to let my phone ring and the repeated beeps on her side of the phone, waiting just to ask about my day, was so thoughtless. That was the question I kept on asking myself since the moment my cousin called to told me in tears that she was gone. I didn’t know to cry or to slam the fucking phone. All I think was, did she knew that I loved her? That I appreciated her and I was sorry for not spending more time with her? I think she knew but I doubt it. She wouldn’t be upset or anything but walking back to years ago when I wasn’t independent and had my own car and a place to live, I was mad at myself for underappreciating her. There was so much more that I could’ve done better.

Ramadhan will arrive next week and at the end of the month, the Eid celebration. We’ve had the last one without her. It wasn’t nearly sad as I imagined. In the Eid morning we cook and prepare the traditional Eid food like usual and my mom knew all the recipes at the back of her hand. It wasn’t something that we couldn’t do without her. I didn’t really told myself that she was gone forever. I still think that she is just, there, even if I can’t see her anymore. It’s her house, her bed, her kitchen. It was like she just left for a while. I couldn’t hug nor does the routine asking for forgiveness and take a picture together in the Eid morning. It didn’t struck me as hard. After all I’m used to only coming to see her sometimes 4-5 months apart. Sometimes the ignorance is numbing. It’s an ability to actually shelf out everything to the back of your mind where you’ll not easily found it again. I find myself reaching to it when I think of her, to feel the sadness and longing of not having her here.

This reduced sensitivity that I have is alarming. But I become to understand it the more I live. It brought me to my second thought after reading this amazing article; I should embalm her memories and what she meant to me in a form that I can see and touch. So that I could come back to it. Keeping physical memorias is something I just decided on…something I never done. I’ve never kept a family member’s picture around me, even when I missed them badly when I was in boarding school and first year of work. Some of my most depressed years. A loved one, to me is best kept in my mind. The conversations I’ve had, the life event involving them, the scenes where we parted ways or meet. I have all these things playing out in my head when I’m missing someone. But I am blessed to not losing any one more of my immediate family and friends, and I still have the time to physically be with them and to show that I do love and appreciate them. For my grandma, that time has long passed. I need to honor her memories for all the years she had lived so full of selfless love and her passing that has caused so much loss that couldn’t be replaced in mine and the lives of everyone else who knew her.