loose segments of my life

my Brunei trip

Not many knew, but I went back to Brunei to pack up the remains of my stuff during the first four days of November, and possibly I will never to return to the green, green land of home. But who am I to claim that as my home? Especially when I have no house, no land, no property of any sorts there. Only a history, only in my memory. I feel like a nomad once again, living in a country not my own. Even Malaysia feels foreign to me.

Before I divert, allow me to route out my trip:

1 Nov - went to Senai Airport, JB; a delayed flight which reached Kuching very late at night. I went to stay at my youngest aunt's house. It's been ages since I last saw her, and now she's married with 3 children. I fell in love instantly with my youngest cousin there.

2 Nov - took a morning flight to Miri, then stayed the night there with my mother's friend's family.

3 Nov - went down to Brunei by car. Met up with my aunt, then had an impromptu meeting with my ex's family. I intended to meet only with my ex's sister. But her mother wanted to treat me. She asked so I told her I have a boyfriend now, and she was happy for me. Somehow her happiness did not rub a very good effect on me. Took a 2-hour bus ride up to the capital, and met Ming. Saw him practised his latin salsa with a hot girl, who he claimed to be 16 and too young for him. *Laugh. Met one of my tuition kids. All grown up now, and working too. He drove me back to Seria. Met another guy from my school days. Felt like I did not know what to do for him. He seemed to have lost all hopes for the future.

4 Nov - went back to Miri airport to catch my flight to KL. Met Seanie and he treated me to a wonderful lunch at Chili where there's free flow of ice lemon tea or any juices. Just felt bad that everytime I went down to KL, i had a very limited amount of time to spend with him. But i'm still glad to get to catch up with him. Took a 4.30pm bus to Singapore. Reached back to where home is now at 9.30pm.

All in all, a very rushed and packed trip. But I did enjoy it.

And for once, I did not blog before I went traveling unlike previously. I guess, I have learnt that I do not want people to remember me for the good-byes I say to them, but for who I am to them at any point of time. :)

my First marathon

It's more then a quarter of walkathon mixed in, really. We were not ready for it yet, did not train enough. But one never knows when it is enough until one tries the real thing. So finishing it was great. Painful but great. Now I'm the owner of a black "Finisher of 42.195km" adidas shirt. :D

Who Am I
by Casting Crowns

Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart

Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love and watch me rise again
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me

Chorus x2

I am Yours
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
'Cause I am Yours
I am Yours