Thank god I do not have to reapply my student visa. Today was “hell-er” than yesterday. Woke up at 6am, rushed to the embassy, got there about 8am. The queue was massive and messy, ppl who got there ealier ended up getting later numbers, and ppl who got there later ended up with earlier numbers. At 8.32am, the number given to me was 64, and at that time, the officers were serving upto the 3rd person. So ye.. 3————–>64, long way.
So I was busy getting myself out of the crowd, at the same time I sensed someone was looking at me, well I looked back.. I was telling myself, hm.. she looked like Syuen’s mom.. so I searched around for sight of Syuen or her bro. Nope, not there.. A couple of minutes later, I saw my mom talking to that lady, and it turned out it was indeed Syuen’s mom with June Heng, Syuen’s bro. Well, I’ve not seen June Heng in like forever, so he has pretty much changed, can’t blame me for not recognising him =p
Syuen has finished her accountancy degree, and is back working. Wow! She’s definitely something, I guess Syuen is the earliest from my year to graduate. Now it’s her brother’s turn to go to Leeds to pursue his Engineering degree. Hey, there’s where Geoff studied. So anyways, after grabbing our numbers, we went to the Ground floor, kopitiam to chat a little. The good ol times. Then I went back up to the 3rd floor, the waiting auditorium. Mom left me alone there coz she needed to settle some banking chores. It was about 9.30am at that time. I waited till 12pm and I was called up to wait again at the 19th floor.
You’d expect Brit embassy to be something grand like the American Embassy. But sorry to dissappoint you, no. The visa application office is no larger than my A’lvls classroom. There were 4counters, 3counters were serving us - 1 specially for the government sponsored students. That 3 counters which were serving us, somehow turned to 2counters a while later, so the processing moved to the pace of a pregnant tortoise.
That room was so small and freaking noisy, kids. There were this bunch of ignorant kids, making a lot of noise & playing deckcards in the embassy. So this naggy security woman came in and sounded them, asking them to lower their voices and no gambling cards. Those ignorant kids just kept babbling away. Well, I’m not annoyed with them talking, but their ignorant behaviour pissed the security lady off, and she just kept complaining and sounding them. That’s the last thing you would want to hear from anyone near you, and sadly I was sitting near those kids.
At 4.15pm, the display showed 63. I was like, yes it’s me next. I waited till 4.40pm, nope.. still 63. The officer who went for lunch came back, and he started off with 65. I was like #$@!@!#!~ where’s 64, so I went up to the naggy security lady and told her, n she did the 6-4 hand sign to the officer. He was like “okok, I’ll attend to her next”. So I was like, “ok next is me”. But! the display then showed 66 to another counter. I was like >.>.. The officer who just came back from lunch could have just informed his colleague to press for 64 instead of 66. Inefficient!!!!!
So I pretty much waited longer than I needed to. When my turn was called, I was pretty nervous. The officer was pretty much checking every single bit of my documents. When it came to Geoff’s letter.
He went
So you got a place to stay?
Yep.
What’s your relationship with this mr.
He’s my boyfriend.
O, icic, how did you guys meet?
Erm.. when I was a college student (I took as if he asked when I met Geoff. Officer was being too busybody)
Ah nice.
That’s the last thing in my list. After all those time I’ve spent in that darn building since 8am I’d like everything to go in a zap, and do not fancy casual conversation. After submission, I had to wait for my turn for the biometric processing. That took bout like.. 45m or mayber more, I don’t remember. Time flies when there’s someone to chat with. I was busy chatting with this girl beside of me who’s heading to Reading. She did A’lvls in Taylor’s as well, so she was telling me bout my ex-lecturers there. And wow, Miss Annie gave birth last year. That amazed me for sure.. Miss Annie the hip hop lecturer who kept teaching the girls to have control of husbands’ incomes…. I definitely never expected her to have kids. But hey, I’m happy for her, and hope all the best to her and her family.
So, in the biometric room, all I did was placed my fingers on some green scanny pad and took a picture. And walaa, visa collection on Monday. Right after hours in “prison” I rushed off to have my haircut + treatment. I wanted to dye my hair red, mom said no.. =(
At the hair saloon, mom was flirting with this red-headed guy, their flirtatous conversation was pretty amusing. And there’s this guy, called Ah Seng. Mom was joking with him so much about me. She was like “hey lengchai, I brought my daughter to see you” So Ah Seng started talking to me. geez, thanx mom.
He started off saying that I’m pretty tall for a girl, and I told him I’m 170cm. and he seemed freaked out. Then he was like o you should try becoming a model, Malaysian models are short. And I just gave him a smile. Then he wanted to know my age, but my mom slipped into our conversation by just saying that I’m younger. Then he went “well younger could be 1month, 10 years, 20years..” Then I told him I’m 21. He was like, wow, I thought you were like 17-19.. >.>geez? a compliment or did I look immature.
Then he went asking, are you working or student. I told him I’m a student. Then he asked me do you like to study. I was thinking…erm..? weird question.. then I answered, well I get lazy at times. He wanted to have my number, and I couldn’t lie to him saying I didn’t have a mobile when my mobile was in my hand, so I just told him I’m going to overseas next week, so this number will be terminated. Then he went ooo.. overseas.. like UK-Aus-USA.. I answered UK.
During some breaks in between, he actually went to my mom asking “hey mother-in-law can I fly to UK with your daughter” my mom answered w/ laughter “ha, her bf would kick you”. So throughout my 2-3hrs hair treatment session there, I was pretty quiet and couldn’t wait for everything to end. At 8pm, another guy appeared who turned out to be Ah Seng’s friend. Ah Seng was telling his friend, bout my age/height.. I was like.. OMG.. let me go.. right when my hair treatment was done, I gave them a quick goodbye and zoomed off to buy my luggage bag at the opposite shop.
Out for 12hrs, super tiring, bed now.. zz nite
