Life has quite a funny way of making one busy.
just as i thought everything is settled for my departure for Leeds, i got a refusal for my visa application. reason being: insufficient evidence of funding. in short, they think im broke. my dad, being really typical of him, isn't really accommodating when it comes showing his bank statements. inconvenient, he said. but its really the same old trust issue that i don't really want to go into. its mouldy, pointless and completely exasperating. sometimes, i really wonder how what my dad is thinking about, and how my mum tolerated that shit for 2 decades.
in the end, something as trival as providing bank statements got really complicated and pissifying. its hard to believe how much, or rather, how little trust i get from my dad. its really insulting and degrading.
sigh. so after some scoldings, fights and unneccessary tears, i finally got what is needed. plus more than i bargained for; things that i don't really wanna know.
for now, i just hope that i don't have to delay my flight and miss orientation or even lessons. 'cause re-application takes 2-3 weeks. time's really running out.
the truth will set you free?
i guess its really a matter of perspective.
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