The Silent Departure
I really don't know how to start this, not solely this but to leave everything behind and move on to a whole new phase of life. I think these few months have been a little too hectic, too unpredictable, too overwhelming and too much for me to handle (There's nothing to do with my new job frankly speaking, I'm all good with it and am enjoying every single day I spend at the agency; the working experience definitely deserves another full posting, I'll come back for that).
At the beginning of this year, I was totally hyped about my 2011 plans. I frivolously told everyone (including you I guess), my friends and families that this year, this super fabulous 2011 is going to be my year. You know, with my wedding, my new job, my long-awaited honeymoon in Japan and all kinds of excitements that I can hardly anticipate.
And then BOOM...
On March 11, a 9.0-magnitude earthquake triggered extremely destructive tsunami in Japan and hit the country so bad, so bad. My heart sunk while reading the news and watching those shocking videos; it felt like the end of the world. The first thing that came into my mind was my friends in Japan, and then it was this strong feeling that forced me to ask myself: What if something unforeseeable happen to me or to my family right now? So I cried. For the entire Japanese nation and for myself too.
** Please donate money to your local Japan society for Japan Earthquake/Tsunami Relief, if you haven't already done so. Anything helps.
And then on March 13 (It's March 14 though, according to M'sia time zone)...
I think Chean and I were actually watching Kung Fu Panda in our living room, lazying on our cozy couch and snacking potato chips. Coincidentally, our phones were dead, ya, three phones, and we didn't seem to be bothered. Well, it's Sunday after all and we thought we deserve a laid back evening. It's odd, I usually have my computer sitting right next to me whenever I watch TV or do anything, but it's just not that Sunday. So after we finished the whole movie, I went upstairs, turned on my lappie and I saw all these emails, Facebook messages that said: Ask Chean to call home! Urgent!!!
I shiveringly shouted out loud... CALL HOME! N.O.W!!!
Predictably, something bad happened. Something really bad. And none of us actually predicted that. Chean's dad was hospitalized and it's very critical.
My heart sunk again, for the second time in the same month. Chean needed to be homed as soon as possible, no matter what, no matter how. So I helped him packed his luggage while he was busy working on air ticket. Yup, just him, I'll stay in the U.S. to take care of everything. I guess I heard his heartbeat as if it's jumping out of his chest throughout the next two hours.
We're so worried. We prayed the hardest. It was just an random unfortunate incident and his dad will definitely get better soon. Ticket booked successfully, Chean will be home in the next 26 hours. So he called home again.
But this time, God answered the phone instead; He told him sorry, everything's just too late... Chean will never get to see his dad again... N.E.V.E.R...
I didn't know how we manage to do that, we both reached home safely in the next 26 hours, just that we never make it on time, no matter how hard we try, how sincere we pray. We are always too late for goodbye, always...
At the beginning of this year, I was totally hyped about my 2011 plans. I frivolously told everyone (including you I guess), my friends and families that this year, this super fabulous 2011 is going to be my year. You know, with my wedding, my new job, my long-awaited honeymoon in Japan and all kinds of excitements that I can hardly anticipate.
And then BOOM...
On March 11, a 9.0-magnitude earthquake triggered extremely destructive tsunami in Japan and hit the country so bad, so bad. My heart sunk while reading the news and watching those shocking videos; it felt like the end of the world. The first thing that came into my mind was my friends in Japan, and then it was this strong feeling that forced me to ask myself: What if something unforeseeable happen to me or to my family right now? So I cried. For the entire Japanese nation and for myself too.
** Please donate money to your local Japan society for Japan Earthquake/Tsunami Relief, if you haven't already done so. Anything helps.
And then on March 13 (It's March 14 though, according to M'sia time zone)...
I think Chean and I were actually watching Kung Fu Panda in our living room, lazying on our cozy couch and snacking potato chips. Coincidentally, our phones were dead, ya, three phones, and we didn't seem to be bothered. Well, it's Sunday after all and we thought we deserve a laid back evening. It's odd, I usually have my computer sitting right next to me whenever I watch TV or do anything, but it's just not that Sunday. So after we finished the whole movie, I went upstairs, turned on my lappie and I saw all these emails, Facebook messages that said: Ask Chean to call home! Urgent!!!
I shiveringly shouted out loud... CALL HOME! N.O.W!!!
Predictably, something bad happened. Something really bad. And none of us actually predicted that. Chean's dad was hospitalized and it's very critical.
My heart sunk again, for the second time in the same month. Chean needed to be homed as soon as possible, no matter what, no matter how. So I helped him packed his luggage while he was busy working on air ticket. Yup, just him, I'll stay in the U.S. to take care of everything. I guess I heard his heartbeat as if it's jumping out of his chest throughout the next two hours.
We're so worried. We prayed the hardest. It was just an random unfortunate incident and his dad will definitely get better soon. Ticket booked successfully, Chean will be home in the next 26 hours. So he called home again.
But this time, God answered the phone instead; He told him sorry, everything's just too late... Chean will never get to see his dad again... N.E.V.E.R...
I didn't know how we manage to do that, we both reached home safely in the next 26 hours, just that we never make it on time, no matter how hard we try, how sincere we pray. We are always too late for goodbye, always...