Awake at 3

I was in bed by 10.37pm. Read a few pages of 'The White Tiger' before my eyes grew tired and I was fast asleep by 11.43pm. I did not look at the time, so perhaps it could have been 11.33pm or 11.53pm, but it was definitely before midnight. That, I am sure of.

3 hours 36 minutes and 3 mosquito bites later, here I am. Wide awake. At a time where most people my age have not even gone to bed yet, I have just awoken. Awakened, to be precise. At a time like this, it does not pay to save the environment cause now I rue the mistake of not turning on the air cond earlier. The cold air could have prevented those mosquito bites, and well, I could still be asleep. Oh, if only.

I get that my posts this year have been thin on the ground, but it takes an effort for me to write about something, or let alone anything. I need to feel the passion. I need to be inspired. I need to be affected.

See, if only I was A political writer, I would have too much to write about, it might border on spam. Thankfully but perhaps unfortunately, I am pretty apolitical. They say it is hard to be apolitical in this country, but I say, anything is possible. Hah. No, I kid, but only about the latter cause I am honestly not very affected by the politics that go on in this country. Every day, political news headline our local newspapers and after 365 days of reading the same headlines, or a variety of them, you become immune. Like the row of advertisement boards lined up on both sides of the road to KLIA, do you actually take note of them still...or did you ever? I am apolitical, but only because I feel we have no voice. A squeak, maybe. Not a voice, especially given the latest unrest in our political party.

They say we are the movers and shakers. They say we are the leaders of tomorrow. They say we are the future generation. But how can we possibly be when there seems to lie no path of the future. Can we really trust anything they say in this country? Or maybe I need an interpretor to comprehend the impartial and unprejudiced policies, the fair and unbiased budget plans, the competent and efficient constituency. Or maybe I just need the 'M****sian Politics for Dummies' book.

3 Prime Ministers later and I have witness change. Change that is hard to ignore even if you were blind...or apolitical. But are they for the better?

Let me finish reading the book and then I will let you know.

Andre Fagassi

If you want to continue being in the limelight, keep playing tennis, do some charity work or maybe start your own wig line. Not write a book and reveal a lifetime of lies.

From hero to zero.

Luck & Intuition

I knew it was going to be a good day when we managed to find parking just round the bend of the US Embassy.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we spotted our agent’s car.

I knew it was going to be a good day when Roz nearly slipped on the mossy pavement. Hohoho. Just kidding.

I knew it was going to be a good day when the metal detectors didn’t sound when we walked through them.

I knew it was going to be a great day when the pigeon hole to store our belongings was No. 28!

I knew it was going to be a great day when the time printed on our ticket number showed 8:28am!

I knew it was going to be a good day when we waited at most only 28 minutes before our numbers were called to go into the next room.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we didn’t get Counter 3.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we got Counter 6.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we got a male interviewer.

I knew it was going to be a good day when Roz turned around to give me a smirk before the end of her interview.

I knew it was going to be a great day when the interviewer started typing away before he questioned me.

I knew it was going to be a greater day when Gerry (our interviewer) chopped my visa application form.

Because as it turned out, it was indeed a glorious day as our visas were approved!

Now here's to...
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