visa interview

October 7, 2015

Have you ever wondered how we ever lived without Instagram? Or our phones?

Well I had to go through that yesterday for 3 hours!

Dean and I are going to the US soon and we had to get our visas done. The moment they said “Please place your phones in this basket” I knew I’d be in a badmood for the next few hours. We were put in a waiting room with a bunch others and our number was 043. The number it was at? 001. *cries blood*

But actually, it really depends who you’re stuck with when you’re phoneless. Dean and I ended up having a blast laughing about everything. We were bored at first, talking about how the clouds were white and the trees were green. Then we got a bit depressed because we really wanted to check on Daniel and Mariam but no phones allowed. Then I got even more depressed because I couldn’t post my ootd on Instagram. I mean seriously, you could do nothing but sit and stare. And then, a guy came to sit in front of us and we saw his number: 092.

Dean and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. We were thinking the same thing…

“I feel so sorry for him,” Dean whispered to me.

“I know… he’s going to be here foreverrr!” I whispered back suddenly thankful for our 043.

“Why’d he wake up so late?” Dean whispered back and we both laughed.

We are really annoying to be around huh?

Then Dean got me scared, asking me things like “So do you know the Vice President of the US?” “Have you rehearsed their national anthem?” “You know, they’re going to ask you that later right?”

-___-” (they didn’t, don’t worry guys).

After what seems like years, we got called up and suddenly I got nervous. We are law-abiding citizens and we are not doing anything wrong, but interviews always get me nervous. I mean this is the US Embassy, none of the guards just now smiled. It was a serious thing. If you do something stupid, you can go to jail. Some of my friends got denied the visas and they’re nice people too!

“Ok this is it. Remember, don’t you dare say the T word ok!?” Dean said to me.

“What T word?”

“You know… the T word! We talked about this! If it comes up under any circumstances and you absolutely must say it, say naughty Muslim and wiggle your index finger saying uh-uh it’s not me.”


I burst out laughing. I mean seriously. We have to get the visa, it would be absolutely ridiculous if we were not allowed in. I just want to go to Saks Fifth Avenue and eat halal hot dogs from street carts, for crying out loud! And I’m not planning to stay! You can see my passport, I have literally two stamps in the entire book; clearly I love to stay in my country.

It turned out the visa interview was short and sweet. We had all our documents prepared to show that we have work and commitments in Malaysia and we were not in any sense, naughty. I gulped a few times scared if I answered the wrong things, but finally when she said with a smile “Your visa has been approved”, I swear I almost did this in front of her.

new york

Yayyyyy! Any recommendations on where we should visit? It’ll be my first time in New York.