miracles

She was the youngest in a very poor family, married at sixteen, she knew only of hardship. Her married life was neither terribly hard nor easy, as in those days nothing ever was.

She taught her eight children well, as well as she would ever know how. She loved them unconditionally, in her very own way.

As her children grew, she aged. Her seamless skin replaced with wrinkles as time has taken its toll on her. Illnesses weakened her, beating her day by day. However, her children loved her no less. They cared for her, like she had done for them before.

After several surgeries, the last was brain haemorrhage. Doctors advised against saving her for she is old and may not endure the pain of another surgery. Sadly, the children agreed knowing that she had suffered so much but no more.

They took her home, just to wait…

The doctor said it would just be a matter of hours…

All but one child was there. He was in London, thirteen hours away. Agonising it was the wait to be back with her, more so to know that he will not be able to see her leave.

Miracles…

Miracles happen when you least expect them to. Without warning or notice, they appear.

The son booked the earliest flight back, only to arrive thirty-two hours later.

In union, her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren gathered by her bedside to pray for her.

1 hour…
2 hours…
4 hours…
8 hours…
12 hours…
16 hours…
18 hours…
20 hours…
24 hours…
28 hours…
30 hours…passed

She still waited for him.

32 hours

He came back, all were reunited again.

But they knew, it just a matter of time…

She still stayed on, even though she had not eaten nor drank anything for the last 32 hours

Then they knew, she was not just waiting for him, she was waiting for the right time.

She breathed her last breath 45 hours later, on the same date, same day and almost the same time as her late husband.

Miracles…

Even in a coma, she knew and she waited.

Against all odds, she persevered till the 17th of January 2007 at 1.20 pm at the age of 77 years old.

She was my beloved grandma...

the price of slavery

It all started with an obession.

A beautiful black trench coat.

For the winter, I thought to myself, "Wouldn't this be lovely?".

As I put it on, I knew nothing could have been any better. "It fitted peerrrfectly". BUT, it was WAY out of my budget.

After awhile, my mom kinda got the hint that I loved the coat and offered me a deal. The coat for a month of housework.

Probably it was the atmosphere, or maybe the fact that I saw a lady holding the exact same coat at the check-out. *argh, kiasuness*. Hence, it was a split second decision. 'It's a deal'.

I thought it would be easy, cleaning the house twice a week, piece of cake. I've helped around the house before. It shouldn't be tough. I can handle it.

Surprise, surprise! Housework is SUPER tiring. By the time I finished vacuuming, I feel EXTREMELY exhausted. Then comes the mopping. By then I'm all drained out, *kosong*. Now I really appreciate maids. *People, pls be nicer to them, it's really a TOUGH job!*

Lesson learned. Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it *at a price*.

P/S: I just found out that I might not be able to wear it in Melb cause it's not that cold. *SMARTNESS*

one million

It all started by a HUGE red advertisement *even a blind guy could have spotted it*which was splashed on two full pages of The Star. Being nice, I started calling my relatives to tell them about the good news. Calls started pouring in, in no time I was constantly bombarded with questions and request by my relatives. By the time I realised my mistake, it was already too late. I was in too deep. Who said being good has its reward?*smacks head*

For those of you who are still wondering...

I'm talking about the 1,000,000 free seats offered by airasia *and no, I didn't win the lottery*. I was practically online from 3.30pm to 9.30 pm to hunt for those FREE SEATS. There I was sitting on my chair staring and clicking away meticulously and patiently on every possible date, just awaiting for those beautiful numbers RM0.00 depart, RM0.00 return. The things I do for ppl:) After much anticipation, I managed to book 5 seats to Bangkok. Guess what? I won't be on that plane:( I'll be stuck in melbourne with loads of assignments while my whole family goes on holiday. The torment.

Tomorrow,
As ppl brave their way through kl traffic...
I shall be at home braving the internet traffic...
Hopefully to get another successful booking to Hanoi for my parents and Macau for my relatives...
Wish me luck...

Now everyone can fly WAIT:)

of new beginnings

2007 begins...

A new chapter of hopes and dreams waiting to be realised. I'll be going off to melbourne in february. This is my new chapter. So, my 2007 resolution is to make every single moment count and to enjoy the whole experience. For my friends and family, I hope that through this blog you'll have a glimpse of life through my eyes.