it was my best week in 2004, unfortunately it ended too fast. i told mie last night before i left that i was feeling happy yet sad. but now, sad is written all over my face. perhaps, the impact wasnt felt as we bid farewell at the mercy of Qantas’s gate 3. we were chatting all night long that my body ached and i dozed off as soon as the plane taxied off the tarmac. but soon enough, i woke up for the chicken quiche served. i couldnt finish it. i had no appetite.
as soon as i reached home, my mood is blackened. my heart sank so low, even now, i have problem keeping my chin in its normal upright position. oh well, we will see each other soon..(i still have my qantas frequent flyer points…)
i love everything about her family. her open parents. nice lovely arguments around the dinner table, frequented with Sinatra’s love songs. She has a loving mum who always keep herself active and busy by the kitchen and the sewing machine. The whole week, i ate more than i would normally eat in my usual diet. And all are yummy food. From the lontong, beef satay, bakmi ‘GM’, to my favourite nastar….Her dad is really fond of her. Behind his quiet self, rests a contended man who is really proud of his family, and of course, his daughter. You can feel his charisma as soon as you felt his presence around the house. His conservative views crosspath with mine, something that mie finds intriguing (if not annoyed completely, given that her whole life, her ‘lefties’ stands were continuously challenged and balanced with daughter’s love – who knows twenty-one years later, she found a bf who shared her dad’s political views).
my heart aches everytime i remember the fond memories that we have shared for the past one week. i cannot bear the thoughts that someone who is 2 GMT-less could affect me now. i guess this is the feelings i had before in January, a feeling that i have tried to find as each day progresses.
mie is not feeling well now. allegedly from the max berner’s java chocolate with orange peel i brought for her, which we shared the night before i left. i wish i could be there, but reality keeps us distance but not in hearts.
as for me, now im readjusting to my normal me. back to my boring and uncertain life. im starting to hate it already. but oh well, like what mie’s mum told me abour her life, im applying it to mine: God has made me gone this far, He will continue guide me, because He doesnt work half-way. He will see the work till it ends.