The wedding
Carrying my tote bag, handbag and a big plastic of stuff, I walked out from the door by myself for the first time. Sis in law bought cereals and Gardenia Toast’em for me and stuff needed to clean and wash my wound. They were watching me leave the house with worrying and sad face, “Don’t go back la, who’s going to take care of you there? You will have trouble taking shower, cleaning your wounds…..”
I wore long skirt to cover my wounds mainly on my leg but by doing so irritated my legs. I just didn’t want to attract curiosity stares from people. Taking bus, transferring bus, waiting for bus… tough man! While the bus was heading to Woodland Checkpoint, the problem came. I was stuck in the jam for more than one hours, most of the passengers alighted to walk to the checkpoint by themselves. After 40 minutes there, I asked a lady who sat in front of me, it’s about 20 minutes and she pointed out how to reach there. The problem is I couldn’t afford to walk that far. I would have done that for the first 15 minutes if it’s before my accident.
Left without any other option, I waited on the bus for 1+ hour. My estimation to reach my house at 6pm was ruined by the traffic. I called Nisha (my new housemate, finally) before I reached airport to pick me up back to quarters but and again 40 minutes wait. Fazrul kept sms-ing and calling me to check out my location etc. Fazrul reached Logen’s wedding venue when I was still waiting for Nisha.
I took a quick shower once I reach home, but Nisha and her mom still ironing their clothes. I used to plan to buy a nice dress for Logen’s wedding but I had no choice but to pick some clothes that long enough to cover my scar and wounds. It took us very long to get ready and move. There were few funny sms from this fella asking if we were walking to the wedding and asking me to hop faster but the food won’t run away.
Once we reached the wedding hall, met up with Trevor and his family and David etc. Everyone seemed very happy to see me again (of course la, the loudspeaker disappeared for two weeks, everyone loves Jen what?) hahaha…. The stage was nicely decorated and the food was nice. Logen and Santha dressed up nicely, of course they were king and queen of the day. I missed the first part of the ceremony which I heard is about the ritual thingy, sigh. We went up stage to congratulate the newly wedded couple and gave them the wedding present – cosmetics bought by my “foster sis” but shared by me too.
The night was the first night I have new housemates to be with. I felt a sudden lost and sadness thinking about my bro and sis in law in Singapore. I used to pamper a lot by them to take care of me, every single little thing in my daily life. And now I have to do everything by myself. I miss them so much.
After spending hours talking Nisha, her mom and her friend, Suresh, I went to bed at 3am. Although I felt very sad to come back to Senai and left my bro and sis in law them behind, I felt very happy tonight, especially after a long break from colleagues, they welcomed me with “open arms” on Logen’s wedding dinner, well, no one hugged me. Suddenly, I thought of him. I couldn’t help to sms him which I promised not to do so anymore! I was disappointed that of all the people who showed their concerns and cares everyday, the person whom I loved the most just didn’t give a damn but laughed at me when I was in pain and down. How can a person as cruel as that? I broke down and cried in my dark and empty room. I felt very lonely and depressed. All the memories flashed back and I couldn’t help it but to torture myself.
Jen, please let bygone be bygone. He will not turn back and you shouldn’t hold on anymore. Look ahead, you have wonderful life with all your friends and colleagues with you! Cheers!
I wore long skirt to cover my wounds mainly on my leg but by doing so irritated my legs. I just didn’t want to attract curiosity stares from people. Taking bus, transferring bus, waiting for bus… tough man! While the bus was heading to Woodland Checkpoint, the problem came. I was stuck in the jam for more than one hours, most of the passengers alighted to walk to the checkpoint by themselves. After 40 minutes there, I asked a lady who sat in front of me, it’s about 20 minutes and she pointed out how to reach there. The problem is I couldn’t afford to walk that far. I would have done that for the first 15 minutes if it’s before my accident.
Left without any other option, I waited on the bus for 1+ hour. My estimation to reach my house at 6pm was ruined by the traffic. I called Nisha (my new housemate, finally) before I reached airport to pick me up back to quarters but and again 40 minutes wait. Fazrul kept sms-ing and calling me to check out my location etc. Fazrul reached Logen’s wedding venue when I was still waiting for Nisha.
I took a quick shower once I reach home, but Nisha and her mom still ironing their clothes. I used to plan to buy a nice dress for Logen’s wedding but I had no choice but to pick some clothes that long enough to cover my scar and wounds. It took us very long to get ready and move. There were few funny sms from this fella asking if we were walking to the wedding and asking me to hop faster but the food won’t run away.
Once we reached the wedding hall, met up with Trevor and his family and David etc. Everyone seemed very happy to see me again (of course la, the loudspeaker disappeared for two weeks, everyone loves Jen what?) hahaha…. The stage was nicely decorated and the food was nice. Logen and Santha dressed up nicely, of course they were king and queen of the day. I missed the first part of the ceremony which I heard is about the ritual thingy, sigh. We went up stage to congratulate the newly wedded couple and gave them the wedding present – cosmetics bought by my “foster sis” but shared by me too.
The night was the first night I have new housemates to be with. I felt a sudden lost and sadness thinking about my bro and sis in law in Singapore. I used to pamper a lot by them to take care of me, every single little thing in my daily life. And now I have to do everything by myself. I miss them so much.
After spending hours talking Nisha, her mom and her friend, Suresh, I went to bed at 3am. Although I felt very sad to come back to Senai and left my bro and sis in law them behind, I felt very happy tonight, especially after a long break from colleagues, they welcomed me with “open arms” on Logen’s wedding dinner, well, no one hugged me. Suddenly, I thought of him. I couldn’t help to sms him which I promised not to do so anymore! I was disappointed that of all the people who showed their concerns and cares everyday, the person whom I loved the most just didn’t give a damn but laughed at me when I was in pain and down. How can a person as cruel as that? I broke down and cried in my dark and empty room. I felt very lonely and depressed. All the memories flashed back and I couldn’t help it but to torture myself.
Jen, please let bygone be bygone. He will not turn back and you shouldn’t hold on anymore. Look ahead, you have wonderful life with all your friends and colleagues with you! Cheers!
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