Saturday, August 30, 2014

The Perfect Timing


It's funny how people are always in a hurry for everything. Kids can't wait to grow up, young professionals slave themselves to get a promotion ASAP, lovers jump on the next chance to get hitched. I'm no exception. If there's a value I need to practice more than anything, it's patience. When it comes to this ballgame, I'm an amateur. In basketball jargon, bangko.

When I was 16, I applied for a part-time job as a fastfood attendant. I didn't need the money, I just wanted a fastlane to the grownup world. My parents didn't sign the waiver, and you wouldn't believe the amount of tears and tantrums I threw at them all summer. Now that I look back, I'm glad they did that. Summer was a good time to meet new friends (boy crushes even, ha!), learn new things and spend more time at home. I mastered my biking stunts, bruised my knees, started my love affair with cooking and did things that I don't have the time and chance to do now that I'm already in the workforce. 

Most people I know spent a few weeks after college just to take a break after 15 years of schooling. I did the opposite. My graduation ceremonies was still a month after the official end of school so I said what the heck, I'm not wasting a minute being a bum. I logged into Jobstreet, sent my CV to a BPO company, got a call for an interview the next day and signed my first job offer later that evening. Did that work out? NO. BPO environment was not for me. Graveyard shift killed me. I was miserable. All because I was in a hurry. For what? Nothing really. 

Now that I'm in my late twenties, I still get high on impulse, but I can manage better. I now choose my battles more carefully. I buy time to go over big decisions. I finally met patience. He's like a gentle old friend, rich with life's experiences. He's mild-mannered and composed. He has no reasons to cram or panic, because he's well aware of the universe's perfect timing. And I tell you, the Big Man above is not shy to show His great mercy and glory to the believers!


Petronas Tower, Kuala Lumpur | 2010

When my dad had a massive stroke earlier this year, I prayed hard that he gets transferred to a regular room at least before my birthday. After three gruesome weeks, we got the doctor's order to move him. It was the night before I turned 29.

I then decided to pursue my plans to work abroad, and since my brother and a handful of other relatives live in Dubai, it was a natural choice. If not for Ramadan, I would have flown to Dubai last May. But Mr. Patience asked me to painfully wait again. It's impractical to go around and hunt for a job in Dubai when offices operated for only half a day for almost a month. Not to mention that average temp is 50 degrees. So when Ramadan ended in July, I gave myself two weeks to pack and say my good byes. I had a ticket for August 14. Alas. I got my job offer to expatriate to Kuala Lumpur on the eve of August 13. It's a dream job for PR practitioners like me. I had to let Dubai, and the promise of still being with family, go.

I will be 30 years old next year, and I've told myself time and again that I will move out and live on my own before I hit the big 3-0. I've been ready for so long, but I didn't have the heart to leave my mom alone until this great opportunity came. I broke the news over Chinese dinner and she gave me her full support. Now is the perfect time to live independently, alone (but not lonely I hope!) in a foreign country. It's also time to learn how to properly do the laundry.

Now, can you honestly say these are mere coincidence? I refuse to believe so. I call it God's Perfect Timing. And I'm very very excited for the rest to unfold. 

Have a blessed weekend! :)

Much Love,
Dang


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

What I Learned Today: In a Snap of a Finger


I expected my third visit to Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia to be relatively uneventful. But traveling has so many ways to delight and surprise us. I met several new friends, set foot on the outskirts of the Sabah state, tried pickled fruits that tasted like bugs, traditional Malay and Dusun cuisine and a really badass rice wine called Tapai. A few sips and you're buzzed for the night.

On top of that, I also managed to get myself into a very sticky situation that involved near drowning, a good amount of blood and medical evacuation from Kiulu river. Don't panic, I've fully recuperated. My frantic mother scolded me for being too "brave". What was I thinking when I jumped in the raging water to body raft, as if river rafting is not exciting (and risky) enough? 

It was an unforgettable experience. But while it's nerve-wracking, I don't think it will hinder me from seeking future adventures. In fact, it drew me closer to my desire to see and experience more of this world. Among the things that ran through my mind after brushing with death, this truth struck me the most. If we can be gone in a snap of a finger, why waste our lives with mediocrity and regrets? Each morning is an opportunity to chase our dreams harder, to act kinder towards our neighbors, to love more passionately, to serve our Lord more faithfully, and never forget, to find life's greatest adventures.


Rice paddies at Tambunan Village
Feeling small
and all playful at Mahua Falls
Gearing up for white water rafting at Kiulu river
Token shot at the snake road going to Tambunan village

Thank you for all the love and well wishes! I'm up and about and ready for my next adventure. Shout out to the lovely Kitingan family who hosted us so graciously especially to Ann who escorted me to the clinic and all the way to the hospital. All my love for you guys!