Let me start this blog post with a common situation where you, you and you there might encounter a few times throughout your life. 

My father, whom I affectionately call Papa, works in KL, the capital of Malaysia for the Examination Department. He started working there since June 2007 and to this date, October 30th 2011, he is still working there. He commutes to and fro KL - Kuching ever since, just to see us, the least is once a month. The most, every month of the week. But that is usually because of his job. Even some of the congregations at church never knew that papa is actually working in KL as not many people know about this. Not all of my friends know this fact too. Only my close friends. Some of my close friends ever asked me, how is it like to live in a single household, when one of your parents is working away from home? It's heart breaking, but I will always answer with a smile and said, "we just live day to day normally. And when he's around, we will try and spend as much time together as possible. (usually it involves going to church together, having lunch/dinner together, a trip to the grandparents house etc.) The most important thing of all, that we understand his job and pray for him as he is far away from home."

I can tell you this. There are times I find all these are tiring because I can see the struggle that mummy has to overcome. Her paycheck barely seems enough to pay the bills, petrol, our phone credits etc. Not only that, my brothers shenanigans drives her up to the wall sometimes. And there's also school work related problem. Teaching in a school with good reputation, every teacher has to work hard in order to maintain it. I can see her grey hair, which used to be very little, now covering the upper part of her hair. Every time she had to dye the hair and as always, yours truly will be the one helping her to do it (if she doesn't go to the saloon that is). 

However, I looked at all these as a silver lining in my life. Before this, I was oblivious to my parents relationship because I was self absorb in my own life; thinking that my life has a whole lot bigger problem than theirs. But as time progresses, and being in a serious relationship myself, I am able to see how sweet my parents are whenever they are together. There are times they go out without us children, and even though it may be just for groceries, it can be 2 to 3 hours. And I usually assume that they're indeed going for a date. Funny. Haha. One time, in 2009, papa took mummy out for a special dinner. The occasion, Valentines day. My brother Macson, who is always a busy body asked whether he can come along, and papa simply replied, "no, you can't. This is a date for me and your mummy." I just had to laugh and smile at that fact.

Nevertheless, the sun doesn't shine till the end. Their relationship hit a bump in the road. And I can see it clearly this time, because I was just recovering (and still am, I think) from a massive break up. To see mummy cried for the second time in my whole entire 21 years of living is just, overwhelming. But I don't know what else to do. The only thing I can do was, to pray and hope that everything is going to be alright. There are times that I felt that God has let me down because this year alone, I've gone through a whole lot of ordeal. Break up, parents' problem, not to mentioned my siblings are acting up. I was a ticking time bomb; very afraid to tell anyone about this, afraid of crying in front of anyone, but yet managed to held my head up high so that nobody will think that I am weak.

Now, everything is getting better between my parents. And I am happy because they managed to pull it through. I don't know how they did it, but they just do. Maybe it was for the sake of us children, maybe it was their love that save it. They go for 2 hours grocery shopping again, sit down together watching some random television problem, and even talked over a cup of coffee (okay, more like a mug). It's just so sweet to see them together like that again. And I am hoping that it will stay like that for as long as possible. Mummy is such a strong woman, sometimes I ever wonder if I will ever have her strength. I guess that she is living proof to this quote:

"What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger,"

Though there are no news as to when papa will transfer back to Kuching, we are still hoping that he will, someday. Hopefully before he retires, he will be back here in Kuching. For the time being, we are a family who are seperated by the South China Sea. But we are one, we are still one, big, not-so-perfect family. I am happy about it, and there is nothing in the world that makes me want to change what I have. Kuching International Airport will always be my second home for the time being, for we are here to pick up and send off papa to KL.

HELLO MY FAVOURITE PLACE!

Sorry if I left you unattended. Currently very busy with assignments, tutorials etc. 

Yes, finally I have a life. As a student. 

Sounds pathetic? Think again.

Anyway, I just want to say,

I WILL UPDATE SOON WHEN I FINALLY GOT THE TIME 

(or at least, steal some time to do blogging that is :p)

Love,

Marcy.

Xoxo.

I never thought that I could do this

And yet I pulled through. 

You made me who I am right now, 

and I never once regret having you in my life.

Dear new flame of yours, no, 

I am not trying to destroy your relationship with him.

Believe me, that is the last thing I want to do right now.

All I am doing now is reminiscing. 

Of the good times that I used to had.

They made me happy you know?

And again, don't get me wrong either.

Now I am happy. In fact, I am HAPPIER

after I start to love myself more.

Before this, I was just a girl with low self esteem who thinks that

by having him, my world is complete.

I was wrong.

I was an independent girl before I met him, and after he left, 

I became more independent that before.

And I had always believe that guys love their women to be independent, not dependent 

and clingy towards them.  

I want to be that.

You,

don't get me wrong.

You may have made me feel happy, but you never made me feel confident of myself.

When you left, slowly I get my confidence back.

And they say about confidence in a woman means that

*bro want to go his business in the toilet. If you know what I mean. :p*

Me: *reading aloud* Average age of inventory is Cover G, where C is the average cost of inventory at its present level and G is the cost of goods sold.

MG: *from the toilet* Hep! Noisy! Keep quiet.

Me: What? Hafal-ing formula here. You berak, keep quiet lah.

MG: No I am not. 

Me: Huh? If you are not berak, than what are you doing there then?

MG: Sitting down.

Me: Bongok! 

Last Thursday in our Financial Management class, Madam Josephine drop a bombshell at us that this Saturday we have to go for an investment quiz by PNB. And mind you, this is mandatory. If you couldn't make it, you have to write a letter explaining why you can't come. So high school. Anyways, we were told that we have to come before 8:30 a.m in order to know where will we be positioned at as apparently the third year students were also asked to go for this as well. But being a Malaysian and knowing the existence of Malaysian time, I left home at 8:25 and reached the faculty around 8:50. Ten minutes to 9 p.m. As I couldn't find my friends (Vic, Pris, Tina and May), so I settled down at the corridor at the ground floor. The next thing I know, Madam Norlina shouted from the first floor saying exactly this:

OLEH KERANA FAKULTI TIDAK BUKAK, KITA AKAN AMBIK KUIZ DI SINI (she meant the corridor of the faculty)!!!!!

And everyone was like.......ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????? So we ended up settling down at the corridor where we stand but since it was too crowded, some of us were moved to the first floor, some to the second floor even! I was moved to the other end of the first floor (together with Azra, Achis and two other coursemates of mine). As I was going up the stairs I saw my friends and my coursemates settling down, all I can do was laughed because the sight was just so hilarious that it cracked me up. We all looked like some homeless people begging for money and food, except that we are students of Unimas who are going to sit for some quiz that I bet nobody studied for the night before *heeep! Don't deny. I know you don't. Haha*. Didn't the photos that I took just speak for itself? Thank God the quiz was only for one hour and the lecturers didn't make us stay for some other shit so I quickly drove home after submitting my answer sheet and also the question paper and then sleep for four hour straight! 

I just hope there won't be any mandatory quiz, surveys, whatsoever crap that take my Saturday away next week cause I wanna attend cousin Bell's first holy communion mass. Please God hear my wish and I promise I will say my morning and bed time prayer. Thank you!

Love,

Marcy.

Xoxo.

This morning when I was on my way to Unimas, I listened to Hitz.fm's morning crew (well, I listened to them every morning actually). As usual, I was stuck in jam at the BDC area, near a Chung Hua school. Every morning, I never fail to be a part in the crawl. Tsk. Anyways, Elly and I were listening to the morning crew program and this morning they talked about direct translation from Malay language to English or vice versa as today is the first day of PMR for all the Form 3 students all over Malaysia and it so happens that their first paper for the week is Malay language. So, they (as in JJ and Ean) talked about funny direct translations that they had come across; they also invited some listeners to call in and share their experience on funny direct translation.

There's this one lady called in and told JJ and Ean that she came across this when using Google translate. She typed on the name Ramlah Ram (for those of you who doesn't know who is Ramlah Ram, she is one of Malaysian celebrity who was very famous at the eighties )

My wish came true last week. Last Monday, I finally get to see you after so long (two weeks is not that long lah Marcella. Don't be dramatic). Though it happened at an unlikely place, which is on the road (no, we did not come across each other on the road. We were in the car when it happened. And I shall not elaborate more on it :p), it was a blessing. To see you smile when you saw me, I thought I was dreaming. But that smile of yours stuck in my head for a few days, and it made me happy. I can't explain why it is stuck in my head, nor why it makes me happy. It just did. And before the week ends (as in before it turn Friday), I prayed to God to let me see you one last time for that week. And true to His words, He answered my prayers as I saw you A FEW FEET AWAY FROM ME! I swear my heart was skipping its beats. Although your action was as if you were not glad to see me (or maybe that was my interpretation. I mean, YOU USUALLY TEXT ME WHENEVER YOU SAW ME AND DESCRIBE WHAT I WORE WHEN YOU SAW ME. WHAT HAPPENED?), but I was. And it really made my day. But now, the only thing I regret is that I did not actually say 'hi' to you. For what reasons, I don't know. Maybe I just have this high hopes of you saying 'hi' to me as you are a guy, and I am the girl. Sik kan lah aku juak perlu madah 'hi' ngan kau nak? Aku pompuan bah. Ada jadi kedak perigi carik timba. SIKKKK MOOOOOKKKK KU EH! This week, I do have hopes to see you anywhere, ANYWHERE in Unimas (though as you said, "Unimas besar and banyak orang. Kau pikir senang kah ku mok carik kau?" Tew.) but I have a feeling it might not happen. Oh wells. I just hope somehow that you actually think of me (pathetic me), cause you never left my mind. For real. No exaggerates.