Last December, my migration agent called me very suddenly, saying that I have to lodge my application like now because their sources were telling that big changes are afoot in 2010 and I may not qualify if it does happen and my application is not in.
Getting together around RM7500 in just a day wasn’t an easy feat, but I managed to scrape through.
Two days ago, the Oz government unveiled drastic changes to the general skilled migration programme. The gist of it, if I understand the usually convulated immigration rules correctly, that those who applied before Sept 2007, where the English standards were lower, may have their applications revoked. In fact, around 20,000 applicants have been rejected. The only good news is that the Oz government will refund them the money, and it will apparently cost Australian taxpayers A$14mil. Well, they better, or the Oz government will be called a big fat crook, pocketing people’s money and leaving them without the visas promised!
I called my migration agent and he said that he will only call me on Friday to see if I’m affected as those really affected is in the front of the queue.
And even if I’m not affected now, I could be in the future when the lovely (right now in my mind, he’s an asshole, sorry) immigration minister decide to tell us all that those who applied for 475 visas before X date is now not eligible.
You know, surprisingly, I’m pretty calm about the announcement. I think before I’d have been running around in total despair, sure that my dream of rejuvenation, restoration and renewal in Down Under is over and I’m condemned to living the rest of my life in my office cubicle contending with the office bitches (and bastards) forever and ever….
But the whole process of applying for Australian residence has given me a fresher perspective about life in Malaysia. I suppose when you realise that you only have X amount of months left in Malaysia (if the visa application is successful, that is) you start to appreciate things.
Like how my job allows me to travel to different parts of the world a few times a year.
Like how my job allows me to take beach vacations in Bali or Krabi!
Like how I have a lovely 1000+ book library in my apartment.
Like how I live in a big apartment, with my own study and library, all by myself, a luxury I probably cannot afford in Oz.
Like how when I make an effort not to read about the shitty injustices that are happening in Malaysia, I don’t find living here such an awful experience after all.
And I began questioning my move to Australia. Is this something I needed? In fact, my shrink – yes dear readers, since you do not know me, I can tell you that I have one – asks me if the whole thing was an “emotional decision”.
It certainly was, I confess.
I’ve been feeling so very trapped in Malaysia when I made my decision. I felt that I had to do it, but I didn’t really have concrete or really logical reasons why I want to do it. It would have made better logical sense to move to Singapore – where I’ll not only probably get a job in my line but be close to my family, something that is important to me – or even South Korea, where I could teach English! But why stop there? There’s also Thailand, which requires people with my abilities. Why Australia? Uhm, cos I studied there and its nice and Western. Uhm, haha. 🙂 [Feels sheepish.]
The truth is, my desire is to strike out on my own into the world. But it took me some time to realise that I’m already doing so in my own way – my job gives me the ability to experience new cultures, and my paycheque enables me (to a tiny degree) to indulge in discovery holidays too.
Of course, I could still qualify for that elusive visa. I could still move to Australia. Everything is still up in the air, of course.
Whatever it is I just hope they get on with it so I can start planning properly for my future. 🙂
Maybe Singapore would want me … this whole process, with the immi laws constantly changing in Australia, gives me the impression that Oz doesn’t really want me. Hmph.