July 17, 2010

The Red Tree

Sometimes the day begins with nothing to look forward to
and things go from bad to worse
darkness overcomes you
Nobody understands
the world is a deaf machine
without sense or reason
Sometimes you wait Wait wait wait wait wait and wait
But nothing ever happens
then all your troubles come at once
wonderful things are passing you by
Terrible fates are inevitable
Sometimes you just don’t know what you are supposed to do
or Who you are meant to be
or where you are
and the day seems to end the way it began
But suddenly there it is right in front of you
Bright and vivid
Quietly waiting
just as you imagined it would be.

April 16, 2010

Visa application ordeal

This whole visa application process had been such a huge, prolonged headache. From going to the embassy many times then deciding (very late) to outsource to a tourist agency to heated emotions and soured relationships that resulted, everything that could go wrong went wrong. And it hasn't yet ended cos (i) my application still hasn't been approved and (ii) if my grades for the finals suffer I won't be surprised cos this ordeal really has taken a toll on my mental and intellectual well-being. Rushing from embassy to agency to photo-taking (again with the hope that they won't recognize my face, hur) and troubling so many people in the process... Wah. Really indescribable.

To start off with, whichever organization works only 2 hours everyday? Even the French with their 4-day week probably clock more hours. And they take plenty of Fri-Mon long holidays, there was one during the Good Friday weekend and another during Labour Day weekend. And what's the point of having 5 hotlines listed on the website when none is answered, whatever day and time I call?

I don't understand why the policies are so inflexible. If multi-entry visas with 6 months validity are offered, what's the issue with requesting for an extension of the usual single-entry 60-day visa (to 70 days)? Anyway, so now I have with 2 options: (i) Apply for the 60-day then apply for an extension upon arrival at the local police station, (ii) Apply for double/multi entry, which entails taking leave in between to HK then returning to the mainland again. Which is absolutely silly since it's unnecessary, and would incur more costs. There's option (iii) too, which is to shorten the entire stay, which means... *breaths* eithershorterninternshiporshortertravelwithjess/katiewhichwouldbe
irresponsibleofmecosipromisedtobetheirtranslatorandtobewiththem
throughoutinthisalienland.buttoshorterninternshipwouldmeanno100%
experiencesothatsucks.andalsoivealreadybookedairticketssotobring
forwardmydeparturedatewouldmeanmorecosts.

Faced with alternatives and opportunity costs, Economics have never been so relevant in my life till now. Like having to forego revision, or even rest time, to rush somewhere, worry about something, figure out which option is best, everything visa related.

Okay I need to breathe and be still. Any more panicking and my nerves are really going to snap. The upside in this whole ordeal is that I got to know there are really some very very very very nice people in this world. I have lost count of the no. of times I've disturbed Amy and April asking them for umpteen favours and questions; and Jessie from the agency is really nice (though of course she has a professional obligation to be since I've paid for her service) that I felt bad for snapping at her over the phone when it's not her fault but I was much too agitated; and my 伟大的妈妈; and Pa too I guess, driving me around whenever he can. Haiz.

I could have better things than this to say - honestly SO MUCH more has happened in the past semester than just this - but right now I can just muster enough to rant.

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March 15, 2010

Cannot panic

Panic now and you will go downhill and nobody's going to tumble after
Hold the rope even if it burns and
Wait for a helicopter
S.O.S

February 18, 2010

Sigh.

Acceptance package from Warwick has arrived in the mail. The addressee is not me.

I'm starting to think that, of all the emotions that exist in this world, my most disliked is Nostalgia. I've always thought it was Regret - hmm I can't decide. Maybe a combination of both.

Two years really just flew by, didn't it? Funny how, given the frequency (i.e. very frequent) at which I draw up this pseudo-revelatory rhetoric, each time the raw feelings of Nostalgia and Regret still form such a potent concoction - threatening to intoxicate.

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February 12, 2010

SUPER DUPER DUPER SUPER

BUSY !!!

OH. MY. GOSH