Departure & Arrival
“Are you ok? Do you need my help?”, MAS Air stewardness asked.
“It’s ok, I can handle it.Thanks”, I said
I was welcomed by the warmth greetings from MAS air stewardness - Boon Mei. I am going to send an official appraisal letter to praise for her professionalism. I think she deserves it.
I thank God for sending me angels, Ferry (if you’re reading it, I want to tell you our prayers are answered.) Mr. Ali Sher as a lawyer saw me weeping whilst reading the cards and letters, he was guessing what is wrong with this girl. Thank God that he put somebody that has gone through the same stage like me, sitting beside me, helping me to divert the sadness of leaving my buddies in Melbourne.
He broke the ice by asking me to switch off the airflow and he asked,
“I saw you crying, you just graduated?” and he continued,
“I know it is very tough and sad to leave all your loved ones behind. And it’s very cruel to say the chapter is end. You’re going to another chapter of your life, cheer up. Your friends will be happy to see your achievement. You have made a right decision to come back, Malaysia is going to be filled and driven by the new blood, the new generation. You come back to contribue……….” and the story ends in the baggage claim lane. I hope I do not have much room for transition and can adapt to Kuala Lumpurian as soon as possible.
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I couldn’t sleep any further, woke up at 8.30am. I know I haven’t finished transferring the files from JX and JO’s comps…so I did the last minute work in Eddie’s room. After that I had my last breakfast with Chase and Edwin in Riva’s cafe, located in the alley of Bourke St. If you know Bras N Things then you probably know where is the cafe. I did not have much appetite for big breakky so only had a bacon and egg sandwich. You just know something unusual and the intangible feeling in your stomach - you know it is unlikely to have the same moment happen in your life again.
It’s already 1200hrs after returning from breakky, Huei Weun was standing at 123 knocking the door and she had mistaken my house as 123. She told me no one at your house, my response given was just oh really? and then I rang 125 bell to get somebody open the door. Her reaction is funny though -OMG.
I packed my 2% left but still I realised I forgot to bring my mouse back. I forgot where I put my padlocks and was quite nervous already. Time is near and I have not finished packing the small stuffs.
Edwin and Dale helped me to seal the box and locked my bag while I went into Andrew’s room to wake him up to say good bye. He did not hear I call him, but made the annoying sound “ZHHH” because I disturbed his sleep. My heart was sunk when he didn’t reply to me, I thought he really not want this friend anymore. I walked away with my eyes filled with tears but no one know that as I wiped them straight away.
But finally I saw him walking towards the front door when all of us were ready to go. I went to him and said,” I thought you do not want me anymore…” I know I was emotional and sentimental but I couldn’t help ‘cuz I do not want to leave the house with confusion and missunderstanding. I know my tears stain on his shirt when we hugged, I couldn’t help….Andrew, you also mean a lot to me.
No tears in the car but we were playing bubbles, singing and black magic on the way to airport. I guess we are just trying to make the atmosphere happier.
Finally we arrived to the place where it either gives happiness or sadness to people - airport.
Jo, Dale and Huei Weun accompanied me to the check-in counter. I could tell it is going to be full plane with carrying 500 passengers since the queue is long. I did not carry the cabin luggage and backpack with me ‘cuz I know the check-in person will be questioning or might be giving me an extra weight fine if she sees my bags. Thank God for the grace, the check-in madam was very kind despite she questioned of my hand-carry luggage and still allowed me to go through with extra 10-15 kilos.
I did not see Eddie around when I was queuing but then he returned with a puma Italia cap on his head. I was wondering how come he was wearing one because he usually doesn’t wear any cap, hat or beannie. But soon I realised it is a memorial gift for me to remember our play in Winning 11 a.k.a Pro Evolution 3 and Italy is my favourite team, Buffon my favourite goal keeper. Before that I was still grumpling and complained to Jo how come everyone has a card or small memorial gift for me but Ed doesn’t seem like giving me. My eyes were filled with tears when he put the cap on my head. We walked together to the departure hall and I asked how come you give that to me. I know it is quite redundant to ask that but I wanted to know how he says. I am so touched by his answer and from then I just couldn’t stop weeping already.
“you must always be like Italy team, you know? not only in playing football but in real life also. Always defend yourself before attacking…”
I know he doesn’t deliberately ask me to attack people, but at least learn to stand for myself and defend what I think is right. *weeps*
Chase, Dale, Eddie, Edwin, Huei Wuen, Jo, JX, Klara and Zoe - thank you for sending me off. I will never forget this day of my life. One day I will tell my children or even my grand children of how nice the people in my youth have treated me and blessed me.
I am just so sad to leave everyone and knowing I am going to walk into another phase of life. Will I have the same people to walk together with me?
Even right now, I’m still weeping when writing this blog. I believe people who come to “meekness” regularly would know who are those that mean a lot in my life. You all mean a lot to me, but some of you are just very special to me.
I want you to take good care of yourself, I trust you are well in my Abba’s hands.
Keep close in touch, and let me know what you have been up to, ok?
We need to make effort to get the friendship and love grow. It is a whole process of giving and taking.
I receive your love therefore I can give you more in return and that makes us stronger than ever.
In His love,
Vicky
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