Freak accident

Imagine this.


You don't have a bathroom mat. So out you come from the bathroom and you walked towards the wardrobe. As you opened the wardrobe doors, suddenly! you're on the verge of slipping, the floor made slippery from the water sliding down from your feet. You hold on to the wardrobe door, trying not to fall. Then, to your horror, your wooden, at least 5' 8 wardrobe started to come down with you. The clothes rail gave way and out came all the clothes, the photo frame on top of the wardrobe fell and broke into many glass pieces, until you're lying there, half pinned by the wardrobe, in a sea of clothes and broken glass.


Your world, previously contained in the sanctuary of your bedroom, that world, as you knew it ended, as you pushed yourself out of the wardrobe. You crawled away and sat there, watching the mess in a daze. Then, slowly, the tears start falling.


If I didn't find it quite tragic, I would have laughed at the oddity of my mishap.

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Olá! Como está? This blog has been so dead, but I'm hoping to update it more often in due time. I have been adjusting to a lot of things in the past few months. The 4th of this month was my 1 year anniversary in this hospital, so happy working anniversary, me. It looks like I'm going to spend my 2nd here too. The posting order is not here yet, so the portfolios have not been officially handed over to me. In the meantime, I'm still floating.


My housemates are gone, and in place, another two new tenants. Of the old PRP batch, only Van and I are retained here. In CPD we don't get asked questions, we get to ask questions. Instead of being briefed, we are briefing the new PRPs. It's odd.


On the VERY bright side, I'm going to London in FIVE weeks!

Samson

One of the little things I miss is this special ringtone ringing. :)

Bon voyage, Nyipa

I spent yesterday morning helping C to repack his luggage because the guy is a bit hopeless when it comes to trying to maximize space. Went for Saturday morning mass before that with his family, also went to town to get last minute purchases. I'm glad for the errands, it helps me not to dwell on the fact that he was leaving in a few hours.

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When the time came to say goodbye, I surprised myself by not crying. :)) My eyes teared a bit but I was acutely aware of his brother observing me and smiling (he and his dad actually had a bet whether or not I will cry at the airport), so I took a deep breath and kept myself in check. And I feigned yawning several times to hide the occassional welling of the eyes (but again, Joo2 saw me). A hug, and just like that, he was gone. One minute he was there next to me while I bising-bising a bit about him not done packing yet, the next moment he disappeared to board the plane.

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Is it silly to purposely buy a deodorant that reminds me of him? May be so, but it's a bit comforting. My parents were searching for signs of distress on my face when I got back from the airport but I was okay. My sister held me awhile before I slept. In mass today, my family sat in the pew in front of his, like we do sometimes. It's comforting, to turn around and see his parents smiling at me, his brother grinning at the news from my mom that I did get upset once or twice at home.

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It's hard to remain sad when the people around me has been so understanding and kind. Thank you. In fact, I am determined to be happy even when we're several time zones apart. Who likes to see a shell of a person when he gets back anyway?

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Have a blessed Sunday.

One Step Closer

Let me try to give you an account of the first Nuku ke indu, literally translated as Ascertaining the Girl, event that I've attended. I can try, but seeing that it was my own event, and I was the girl to be ascertained, I don't think I can give you an objective account of the event. Sangat nervous tau!

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But I've been spoken for, y'all. :))

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C's family came to pay my family a formal visit this evening. C's dad presented my dad with a duku ilang (otherwise known as a parang) in a beautiful beaded Kayan sheath. In the Kayan tradition, he said, the duku ilang is used to clear the land for farming, you clear the land to claim it as your own, so that people won't encroach on your land. So by giving it to my dad, it's a symbol of their family wanting to reserve me, for lack of a better word. :))

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At this point, I should probably explain that my significant other is half Kayan and half Iban. It doesn't really matter which side is more dominant, because either ways, it is customary for this to happen. I didn't realise how serious this was until this evening, seeing our family members seated together, discussing about us. I'm naive like that, I guess, if I thought as the newer generation we can do away with customs like these.

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I was SO freaked out, not so much on the commitment part of it but about things commiting the cardinal offence of Not Walking Bowed Low In Front of the Elders as a Sign of Respect. I did that anyway unconsciously, so.

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This is certainly not our idea, this formal talk, but our families think it's the proper thing to do, seeing our closeness and the fact that we go 10 years back. Nerve-wrecking experience but seeing our families happy by the outcome makes us happy. I have to admit it's comforting for me to have this when he's leaving in 3 days.