Maybe it was the waking up at no later than 7.30am or maybe it was just my parents being their usual selves. On the way to the US Embassy, at approximately 8.40am my dad started lecturing me about being lazy, not growing up and playing computer games etc. By the way, this was the week after my last 3 day job stint. Also, I find it rather odd that my parents want me to be independent but they don’t trust me to make my own decisions. Weird huh? Apparently, I should do something other than hanging at home and waking up late and sleeping after 12am. The hours I stay up in comparison to a “regular” morning person are no different. In my head I was wondering what big fuss my dad was trying to kick up this time; it usually happens when he’s on leave from work and has nothing much to occupy his time with other than getting stoned in front of the telly watching testosterone fuelled men kicking a black and white ball around.
I as usual, was ignoring him because I heard the same story a hundred, if not a thousand times. The subjects are always repeated someway or the other, ending with the same conclusion. However, he said something that caught my attention…I had to decide whether to laugh or to make a remark. He said I was turning into a “green-eyed” monster. Don’t get me wrong, I find green eyes absolutely gorgeous but when used in this context, it usually refers to persons who are horrendously envious/jealous or money-faced. Statements like these usually make me mad but this time, I was only mildly irritated because it was too early in the morning to be making and retorting to such sarcastic remarks. I told him that he should come and see me at 1am so that I could show him the scales on my body and my meter long tail. Sheesh!
Sometimes I wonder what in the world is he thinking of? Like come on, I’m on holiday and it’s not like I’m totally blowing it off. I do work and I work for enough of pocket money. Not too much or I’ll be inclined to spend spend spend when I go out shopping!! Which of course, is really bad as I would be more and more materialistic. There are reasons why people call holidays, “holidays”… So what if I play computer games sometimes? I’m only helping my brother who can’t find enough of time to level up his character. And even if I’m not on the computer, I’ll probably be parked in front of the TV which is even worse because computer games help you improve your reflexes. Lol! I wish he’d just stay at the office and work and leave me alone. Times like these make me want to go to the States even sooner and not want to come back for the 3 month summer holiday break. The pain of not being able to see my friends nor be able to eat Malaysian food pales in comparison to the horrors I will most likely face when I come home for the 3 months.
To make things even more annoying, when I got to the US Embassy, queued in line, passed through security, got to the office and queued in line again…I was told to come back on Monday as my request for a US Study Visa will not be accepted until I get…a proper photo. Mind you, the photo that I brought along was a passport sized photo. It apparently did not meet the requirements of a 2in. X 2in. picture with a white/light colored background. Needless to say, I left the embassy cursing under my breath and kicking myself for screwing up. Also, my parents didn’t help but saying that I should’ve been more attentive etc. etc. as I did the whole application by MYSELF!
So, if any of you see me looking a little pale after midnight, I might surprise you by turning into a scaly skinned monster with gorgeous green eyes…
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