A Plan Of Sorts

After 20 or so hours of sleep, I am feeling closer to myself than yesterday. Yesterday's post was a little brash, but it was what I was feeling at the time and I felt it needed to be said.

Moving on.

I think for my sanity and my future, I need to go back, I need to try again. As clair so rightly said, if I don't go back, not getting in will continue to be a terrible thing, forever, but if I try again, then it will just be a minor set back and just another step on the grand scheme of things.

The Plan.

I will be applying for a Working Holiday Visa. This will basically pre-approve me for entry into the country, I didn't think there would be any trouble the first time, so that's why I didn't bother.

I do not know how long it will take to get this, but it will probably be at least a month. I don't know when I will be leaving, if everything goes well with the visa, it will probably be around a month, or month and a half. I will still be flying back in the middle of June, three or four months it still plenty of time.

I don't know what I will be doing until I leave...again, hopefully not rotting away.

That is all for now, I am more than grateful for all of your support, I will hopefully have a chance to thank you all in person.

Eph Yew Sea Quai

This is probably the most embarressing things I will ever have to write.

I am writing this from home, in my quiet, dark, bedroom.

At the end of my 8 hour flight to London and 5 hours of waiting, questioning, and finger print taking, I was denied entry into the united kingdom. This is no joke and if you make jokes or "I saw that coming" comments, I will probably never speak to you again. I have had about 18 hours of sleep since I went to sleep at roughly eleven o'clock monday evening, I am nothing if not honest right now.

I was placed on a plane that took nine hours to fly from london to toronto, waited two hours, took a plane that took four hours to fly from toronto to calgary, to where my father had flown to a few hours beforehand, we waited six hours in various lobbys to take a fifty-one minute plane ride to regina.

I feel the ass of the horse that started the expression "I feel like a horses ass".

Reason's for me not being able to enter the United Kingdom on the 18th on January.
1. Global Terrorism
2. No proof of money
3. No plan as to what I will be doing
4. Staying 5 months with no visa is suspicious
5. I'm too honest

Those are, as far as I know the reasons.

The questions of when, where and if I will be travelling again have yet to be answered.

I will most likely be in complete recluse for the next while.

I am on the edge of hysterics, I need to sleep, and stop crying.

The Beginning

So this is the first post in a...blog. Yes, I have a blog and it feels dirty. However! It will be to chronicle my "journey".

I leave the city on Tuesday, January 16, 2007 at 7:40 am, by bus to Calgary. This was originally for me to see an Emily Haines show, however, it's sold out, and I cried...Anyways. My flight leaves at 6:00 pm, the following day, and I land in Heathrow Airport around 10:00 am the next day. I have reserved four nights in a hostel not far off Hyde Park.

There, those are the "for-sures", and there aren't many of them, we shall see what happens in the future, to keep up to date, tune in next time, same bat time, same bat channel.

(Now I'm going to get some £ and have a nervous breakdown)