tears

i had a dramatic morning before gg on my "exile".
i missed my morning flight, so had to buy anr one way ticket, luckily it wasn't hell lot of money.
rotted at the airpot T1 for close to 8 hrs now, and in between received bad news a fren's relative passed away in a road accident. It hit me all of a sudden, the possible reality of losing someone dear to me just like this.

I called my mum and wanted to tell her what happen, and as the words came out, tears rolled down my cheeks and cried and cried. It was tears of guilt--i could have been treating them better, as well as tears of fear-- what if I lose them suddenly one day without forewarning?

Mum is a cheerful lady and consoled my fears with a chuckle, that made me cried even harder. *tearing as i type now at boarding gate's comp terminal*

Life's so fragile and precious. work, stress, time, clubbing, wasting ur time doing dunno-what.... all these are taking our time away.

God has a plan for everything that happened, perhaps I didn't catch the earlier flight to catch news of this and do some reflections on my side. i felt the tremor and the impact of this mishap. I haven't cried for some time, and it is quite hard to me cry.

i am fine already. embarking on a short hols to re-charge and meet yzac in HK. I never make call home when I am overseas, from this trip onwards, I will call home upon arrival to let her know I am safe and in one piece, for parents' reallie dun take our safety for granted, while i always ignore her worrisome nags.

till next thurs, ciaoz.