It's not the first time that an immigration officer wouldn't believe that I'm an author and motivational speaker. In December 2009, I also had the same fate from another officer. While I must admit that I perspired a bit, I must also tell you it's fun!

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The only thing is that the officer got me on hold for like five minutes!

Anyway, I'm in a business travel. In February, I got an invitation from Thomvell International to go back to Kuala Lumpur to speak before secretaries and administrative professionals. The fist time they got, they gave me three hours to talk. After we got an overwhelming feedback, this time they asked me to do the whole day.

Of course, I accepted the offer.

I knew that this is going to happen. I made sure that my audience would find great time during my session. They did. That's why I expected to be back here in Malaysia for another round. And this time, I'm making sure to do my speaking better, my performance harder.

Yes, some people still don't believe it: that I really speak before crowds of professionals and leaders. This don't believe that I can do it judging my my physical self and age. But I don't take it personally about the person or persons. These immigration officers have a good reason to hold me for five minutes or to ask me to step back and wait for another turn.

They try to make me honest although there's nothing more I can say aside from, "Yes, Madam. I was invited to speak in a convention."

"So what's your specialization?" she asked. "Career."  said I. "Are you sure you're a motivational speaker?" she asked again. "You're a psychologist?" she added. "No, Madam. I'm a graduate of Electronics and Communications Engineering." I answered.

Now, that's another source of argument.

"Come on. Tell me the truth. Where's your return ticket?" I just gave a nod and showed my tickets.

"I'm an author." I said. "Which book?" she asked. "Is There A Job Waiting for You?" I answered. "Ows? You're the author of that book?" she exclaimed. I said yes.

But (honestly) I don't think she knows about my book.

We settled and she let me in.