Officially Coming of Age

While I do recall being inordinately pleased to be able to finally change my IC upon turning 3-0, my laziness got the better of me and before I knew it, a year and several reminders later, my IC remained unchanged. Guess there was always some very good excuse reason behind the delays ranging from:

• Too busy at work
• Travelling
• Lack of an updated IC-worthy photo

When I eventually got round to taking this, I wanted a NICER photo in view that this was my last chance to finally get it right. *sigh*

Alas, I never got round to (no surprises) re-taking. In the end, had to just make do with whatever I could get my hands on after I was informed while registering online that I was late and to go straight to ICA. *gulps* 

After hearing horror stories about being interrogated, I was really apprehensive as I made my way there to resolve this once and for all. Upon arriving at the reception, my radar was immediately on high alert when the lady started tsk-tsking away about me being late post scanning of my IC. I was promptly handed a queue number and told to wait outside the interview room. *15 min later and lots of nervous foot tapping*

When I was finally summoned to the room, another middle-aged lady appeared to interrogate me. As I stuttered out my reasons, realised she must have heard our various excuses a million times in view that she quickly pulled out a form for me to fill in, citing reasons like "work commitments" and "oversight". Ahhh...I dutifully included those reasons in my form. Post filling in of the form, I was quickly directed outside to the registration counter with yet another queue number. After another 15 minutes, I finally submitted my supporting documents and was instructed to pick up my IC at another corner 45 minutes later. All in all, it took me a mere 1.5 hours to get my brand new IC. *heaves a HUGE sigh of relief*

While I was really glad that my interrogation wasn't as bad as I feared (do note that I was entertaining thoughts of going to jail because of this oversight), I was also really impressed at the efficiency of it all and the kindness of all the officers that I had met who genuinely wanted to help versus making me pay for my misdeed.

Nevertheless, felt I deserved a nice meal to cope with this nerve wrecking experience. Hence, my quick getaway to Antoinette (a short 10 min walk from ICA building). Perhaps it was post trauma happiness or pure food bliss but this was one of the best tunches I had in a while. *happy cartwheels*

From minnie mouse to auntie chua *sigh*

Tucking into my scrumptious tunch [from top-left to right]: earl grey macaron with chocolate and raspberry filling that went really well with my cuppa followed by my beef sandwich. I actually finished EVERY single carbo-laden bite as I couldn't bear to waste my gorgeously toasted brioche.

Greedy me da-baoed a Mont Blanc: a lovely tart with chestnut filling. I practically fought with Ed for every crumb.

At times like this, do wish I had more stomach space. I'm now plotting to return sooner rather than later.