Woohoo. My PR application has just been approved!

I’m so elated! More about it later, when I get off work!

Woohoo!

This has got to be one of the best piece of news for this year, and most probably is (apart from the green light for my trip of the year, naturally)! It’s been many year in the making, and it’s finally completed. I can’t remember exactly when was the very first intention, but my best guess was somewhere in the year 2003 thereabouts. Seems to be a likely number too, since that was the time I had wanted to head overseas for studies. As usual, there were reasons for that route, and an equal number of reasons not too, one of which is the cost issue, which on the whole, the money not spent could well fund a small business. Of course, my personal situation back then was totally different, unlike now.

So I gave that a pass, and took up the cheaper local alternative, which didn’t turn out as well as I had intended. The desire returned again quite some time later, probably 2005 when I realised that my other chance was just around the corner, save for one other criteria which I hadn’t yet fulfilled. That would only be possible during the third quarter of 2006, which was when I filed the application. The next six months wan’t exactly easy, when you know full well that anything can happen. Then came the medical check-up, record check and (supposedly) everything would be smooth sailing from that point on. However, I still wasn’t too sure about assuming things until the fat lady sings.

She finally borke the silence, and what a sweeet beautiful voice it is.

There’s just so many things to tie up and get prepared that I don’t know where to begin. A small part of me is still reluctant to make the transition. The move won’t be an entirety, since my parents and bro will be staying behind. Here is the difference – the leaving behind of the ties that bind you. Not that it’s a good or bad thing, but it can’t be avoided at all. Someone has to go first, and I made the move. My bro has yet to get settled down on the still turbulent animation industry. I still firmly believe that if he were to succeed, the only way is to get out – of SG, that is. Why stay when you can go and experience the best that the world has to offer? Of course, he’ll firstly have to gain some experience, and the year or two here should come in useful. Dad still has his network of golf mates and what not, so that is highly unlikely.

As for me, job wise I think I’m willing to forgo what I’ve managed to accumulate these part years and start afresh. A friend still things that it’s a waste of my engineering degree to drop things as they are. On the other hand, if the interest has never been there, what difference does it make? It’s after all, a stepping stone to greater things, even if it’s being a waiter at a restaurant. It’s still a job after all, and if I earn enough for my keep, and still have remainder to send by butt to some faraway place every year, who’s to complain? Friends wise, I still have my network here, which are here to stay. My only consolation would be the ease of communication the internet brings, which will do it’s part to bridge the many miles between. It’s not as good as meeting up face-to-face, but never-the-less, it still serves a purpose inbetween the trips we make. Looking on the bright side, it’s probably (almost) free lodging for them, provided of course I’m able to find for myself a big enough place.

There are so many things which need to be done henceforth. One at a time, and soon enough, the day of reckoning will arrive.