My story ~ Part-I

It takes me great courage to write something about myself, the 10 golden years of mine 黄金十年. I could not write in more details as my hand-written diary is not with me now (and I not sure where am I place it already). However, this also serves as part for commemorate my beloved father. Hereby, I would like to share it with all of u especially Jason. Hope u people will not find bore when reading it.

June 1993
I head off to live my dream life in KL, city life. At the meantime, I started my collage life by taking Interior Design course in MIA. This is not my first choice as it should be a script editor, but my dad would not agree with me. Therefore, I have to go for second choice as an Interior Designer. (Somehow, I wonder would my life very different if I insist on taking Drama course. Hmm… do not know.)

First semester, I live 6 months of carefree and heavenly life. There I met my handsome and charming boyfriend (present hubby) and started my love story. I have a big group of friends, they are my classmate (not course-mate as for the first semester we don’t separate by course, so they are some major in fine art, or graphic, or interior, or even fashion design). Anyhow, I still went back to hometown every fortnight by bus. Yes, by lousy and dirty bus from Pudu Raya. In those days, I do not think that is necessary for me to go back so often but somehow I did it. (I am glad I did it and will never regret for the rest of my life)

Nov 1993
First semester break, I have to go back hometown for helping up my dad to ‘jaga kedai’. My father owns a small business, so I will be the part-time cashier during school holiday. I am not willingly, because those are the good time for going places with friends and boyfriend. I have no choice because I am a good girl to my dad.

Dec 1993, two weeks before the semester-two begin.
One of an awful mid-night, my eldest sister knocks our door (I shared room with 5th sis) and call out 5th sis, of course I followed. We rush into my parents’ room, with shock I saw my dad lying on the floor unconsciously. What happen to dad?! He has stroke. He got minor bleeding on upper lips and forehead too due to fell down from the bed when the bad pain hit him. Dad’s conditions are critical and we nearly lost him. I will not reveal the details here as it was like spilling salt onto my wound every time I recall the moment.

Jan 1994
After dad discharged from the hospital, he still need close guard and care from us. We knew our father’s character, he will not want a maid to take care of him, neither do we. Foresee that was going to be a big problem to my family, as nobody was able to stay at home help up mother to take care of dad (my mom was a kind of a little bit too soft and feeble women, she was also accidentally sprain her shoulder during that time, she needs people to take care too). Do not know why I got this idea, I volunteer to postpone my study until father gets better. I decided to put everything aside for my dad and family. I really take measure of every point and possibilities of losing friends and even boyfriend with this great decision. I know very well that all my friends would become my senior after I join back study half year later. Beside friends, I even might loss my boyfriend, as we have to separate apart for so long. I remembered bf did asked me why must I making this such a big contribution and not others bro/sis, but I could not remember how I answered him. By that time I also not sure, whether our love can conquer the time and distance, I leave it to fate but I wish we could made it. Yes, finally we made it 我们情比金坚!

Jan until June 1994
This was the hardest time for my dad, as he has to learn to walk by using walking stick. He has to gone through the physiotherapy and acupuncture to speed up the healing process. The worst thing is he couldn’t speak. Brain damage was fatal. I am glad I took these chances to stay back for my dad in the hardest time of his life. Everyday I help him doing physiotherapy; I wash him together with mom; I fed him; I brush his teeth; I drove him going places; I cut his nails; I sent him for haircut; I hold his hand and chat with him whenever possible; I sleep with my parents. My relationship with dad grew from average to intimate in these short periods. I will never forget the six months life with my dad. Papa I love u.

However, I missed my boyfriend very much. We do chat in the phone quite often but somehow we are still a student and it is up to our affordability. I wrote diary every night before sleep, and I wrote letter to my bf too.

June 1994
Time flies, I went back collage to continue my study. I got support from my eldest brother on the school fees, and the tiny little scholarship I got from MIA. With here, I would like to take this opportunity to thanks my brother for supporting me to complete my study. I am excited to go back to collage life but I also worried about my dad. Somehow, he was much better and able to walk and do daily works by himself.

I able to make another group of new friends, old friends already became my senior. Nevertheless, I still keep in touch with them but will not be as close as before. Distance drew farer as days goes by, by then only one or two are still in close touch.

Nov 1996
With great pleasure, I graduated from MIA as a qualified Interior Designer. After 3 times of changing companies, I finally found a good job in a foreigner’s company in KL. A Dutch company with HQ in Amsterdam, I dreams to go there for company trip but it is only a dream until I left 3 yrs ago. When I work in this company, I met different people and learnt about method to survive the miserable working life. Of course, I have some good colleagues too. We goes through ups and downs together, we cares about each other. For whom I can name here, Mrya (now live in UK), Lily (going to work in Amsterdam soon), WaiWai (a very good senior & friend), Elson (already became boss now), and kak Norita (super good senior I ever met), etc… hey fellow friends, thanks for painted my life so colourful and I missed u all very much.

I have to stop here because the following part will be the most painful memories in my life. I need some fresh air and take a couple of deep breath before I can continue writing. This might take days, or weeks, or months for me to figure out how to continue because it is simply too painful to reveal.

To be continue…..