Just got a hold of my brand new MyKad, after sticking with the last for about ten years! This has made me reminisce on my ICs. Specifically, how I looked in them and why I had to get new ones.
[heading h=”h3″ font=””]The first IC[/heading]
Before high school started, my mom brought me to the salon she frequented at Medan Mara for a new haircut. Decided that having shoulder-length bob was so middle school, I agreed on a short and wispy cut which was considered cool at the time. We then went to a studio nearby to get my picture taken. I wasn’t smiling (blame Posh Spice, she made me think that smiling isn’t cool) and my lips were looking too pink, tinted by the excessive application of Lip Ice. My hair, however, made the picture look acceptable.
The laminated IC stayed in my wallet for years… until that incident at St. John’s. In high school, I was involved in a drama competition that was held at the all-boys school. The organizer let us use a badminton court to store our bags before we left for the stage. Though a little worried about leaving my things unattended, everyone else was doing it, so I thought it might be fine.
But when I returned to the court, my wallet was missing -_-‘ The organizer announced that someone found a black wallet discarded somewhere, which turned out to be mine. You’d expect the culprit to take away the cash… but I was surprised to learn that my IC was taken away, too.
[heading h=”h3″ font=””]The second IC[/heading]
Once I filed a police report for the missing IC, it was time to get a new one. I slept late the night before and as a result my eyes and face were noticeably swollen the next morning. The IC was already known as MyKad and they’d begun taking identification pictures on the spot. I was in no mood to smile for the camera and the picture turned out terrible!
With my dirty, permed hair, over-arched eyebrows, monolid eyes and an unintended smirk, it looked more like a mugshot (my brother commented that I looked like a suspect for homicide). I’d stuck with the IC for the longest time, but would often kept it away from the public eye. My colleague caught a glimpse of it once and he laughed. Hard.
Though I hated the picture, I was not vain enough to get it changed, even when I had a valid reason to (I changed addresses).
Once, it went missing. I was this close to getting a new one last year, thinking that I’d lost it. A week or so, I received an email from an eBayer from Australia, who had told me that I had mistakenly shipped my IC alongside with the goods she bought from me recently -_-‘ She was kind to have shipped the IC back to me. The most dramatic lost & found experience in my life.
[heading h=”h3″ font=””]The third IC[/heading]
Just a few days ago, I’d decided to apply for a new IC that would reflect my current address before we start dealing with the marriage registration. The Shah Alam JPN was almost empty that morning, so the whole process was a breeze. I made sure that I applied powder and blush, thicker eyeliner, slabbed some lipstick and smiled for the camera.
Finally, a decent IC! I have no qualms when it comes to showing it off, this time.
Learn more about applying for a new MyKad here.