China has a funny way of turning papers. My university promised me tree weeks tops before I could have my papers in hand - this has now, because of the Olympics, turned into something limitless that could mean five, six or even seven weeks. It means, of course, that my Visa suffers. I need a new Visa before the 25th of this month or I will be sent home. It's an awful thing, of course, plus I cannot rent the apartment I was looking at because the school won't grant me any papers proving that I am a student. They are, in short, terrible people and very unwilling to help.
I have been in contact with the Swedish Embassy, I do hope that they can help. If not, I am in trouble.
I hate the Olympics. I don't want to go home.
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baby! jag vill inte heller att du ska behöva åka hem, för din skull... dock skulle jag för min egen skull önska att du kom hem snart, vi saknar dig här hemma! iofs åker jag iväg snart, men ändå. vi måste ses SNART! it's been a whole fucking year.
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