Blingabelle

I’ve missed you, tumblr.

My cousins at I at KL celebrating mothers day on Sunday night.

3 more nights to go, and I’m outta this beautiful country of mine - Malaysia. 2 more days of work, which means 2 more days of stress. And 2 more days of KTM komuter (notorious public transport where we get squished like a sardine) and public bus. Not that I despise that mode of transportation, but I would rather reserve partial of my privacy rather than being interrogated, teased or..sweet talked. To be frank, these experiences have enlightened me in many ways. I embrace my ethnicity, people would often question my origin, again because of my notoriously different slang and my looks. ‘asal Sabah, orang cina mix bidayuh’, I reply with a gentle smile. It means, I’m not from kl (the city), and I’m a mixed blood of Chinese and bidayuh from Sarawak (native), but really I’m from Sabah. I’m proud of my heritage, and despite being busted a lot for my ‘bah’s it’s been nonetheless, a fun experience.

Not knowing the next time I’ll be back here in KL, or KK sends shockwaves to my nerves. Overwhelmed with gratitude of how my relatives have been treating me, I don’t think it can be reciprocated. There’ll no more be one hour drive home and listening to uncle Leonard telling me stories and experiences of his life, as an insurance agent, a father, a husband, a friend and an uncle. Little does he know, he reminds me of my dad in his younger days, in a different body. I’ve developed a bond with this family, sub consciously and that’s…precious.

My luggages are scattered on the floor, unpacked. I’ll have to dread myself and counter my inaction, to prevent alarming my self destructed stress mode. Tomorrow is a big day. I’ve a big responsibility that requires me to stay in the office until 10pm. God willing, things will be smooth sailing. The process of Sifting One As Wheat has come far, and hopefully it’s tree will bear fruits, and fruits will ripen.

I end this note tonight, with a solemn tone and a heavy heart.

Cheers.