Taycaoco said:
I'm very sorry to hear that. Usually, they explain the reasons of their refusal. What the letter said?
What is your next step now? You'll ask for a rehearing in front of an immigration judge?
well Tayca, I know how meek this sounds but I swear we are for real. Its been 2.5 yrs and $27,000 dollars I have spent. They sure as fck must think I am quite the geek.lol. I really dont know what else to say.
I used to compete internationally for Canada and have since often been called, in jide, a nationalist by my friends. Today on, I have absolute, utter hatred for Canada and our vo. I'm sorry. Going Cambodia.
here's an old judo expression I have learnt that might help like it has for me.
Good Luck, Bad Luck, We'll See...
There once was a Taoist farmer. One day the Taoist farmer's only horse broke out of the corral and ran away. The farmer's neighbors, all hearing of the horse running away, came to the Taoist farmer's house to view the corral. As they stood there, the neighbors all said, “Oh what bad luck!” The farmer replied, “Good luck, bad luck, we'll see.”
About a week later, the horse returned, bringing with it a whole herd of wild horses, which the Taoist farmer and his son quickly corralled. The neighbors, hearing of the corralling of the horses, came to see for themselves. As they stood there looking at the corral filled with horses, the neighbors said, “Oh what good luck!” The farmer replied, “Good luck, bad luck, we'll see.”
A couple of weeks later, the Taoist farmer's son's leg was badly broken when he was thrown from a horse he was trying to break. A few days later the broken leg became infected and the son became delirious with fever. The neighbors, all hearing of the incident, came to see the son. As they stood there, the neighbors said, “Oh what bad luck!” The farmer replied, “Good luck, bad luck, we'll see.”
At that same time in China, there was a war going on between two rival warlords. The warlord of the Taoist farmer's village was involved in this war. In need of more soldiers, he sent one of his captains to the village to conscript young men to fight in the war. When the captain came to take the Taoist farmer's son he found a young man with a broken leg who was delirious with fever. Knowing there was no way the son could fight, the captain left him there. A few days later, the son's fever broke. The neighbors, hearing of the son's not being taken to fight in the war and of his return to good health, all came to see him. As they stood there, each one said, “Oh what good luck!” The farmer replied, “Good luck, bad luck, we'll see.”
