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More Information Please

It has been three agonising months just doing what NZ Immigration has asked me to do, and waiting for the damn results from the medical assessors to be returned.

Call up NZ Immigration this morning.

Answer from NZ Immigration "Sorry, the medical examiner needs more information. They need a liver function test, and a hepatitis test. Sorry you're going to have to call up the university and ask them to postpone the starting date for a while".

I am crushed.

Not as bad as a full out rejection, but still bad.

This means a few more hundred/thousand ringgit on useless tests, with still no guarantee of anything by the end of it.

This means waiting another month after I do the tests to see if I need to do more tests, or if I am through, or if I am rejected.

This means another whole month of worrying.

This means another whole month of answering the onslaught of the usual friendly question - "So when are you going?".

I think I'm almost burnt out and jaded by this whole affair.

Come on... I'm just going there for a bloody PhD for God's sakes! Not migrating or anything...

Seriously...


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Cat-from-Sydney said…
Hmmm...can't you opt for some other country? purrr...meow!
Anonymous said…
ok. next time we meet i won't ask the q - bila nak blah?

:)

jom pizza?
Cat - the cast is set...

Syana - hey, long time no see.. jom..

Razee - cheers bro

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