as i’m writing this, i should’ve already arrived in melbourne, inspect my apartment to be, look at some furnitures and trod along to sign my lease agreement in the arvo. but guess what? i missed my flight!
i woke up at 6.22am when chris called (we both slept through our alarms!!) when it hit me that i should very well be boarding my flight NOW (which was bound to leave at 6.30am). after a few minutes of “oh no!”, “how?”, “what shld i do now?”, and frantically searching for the next flight which costs at least $300. my thoughts were cluttered, i was panicking, it pretty much stayed that way for about 15-20minutes.
i finally calmed down. chris just sat me down (as in sat my mind down), and say think about it. what are the odds of both of us sleeping through our multiple alarms (note the keyword is both, cos i am so very capable of sleeping through mine)? it is probably God’s way of protecting us. we both pretty much had a long week. i was already not feeling too well. we could’ve been in an accident, something could’ve happened in that flight, or just simply, i could’ve fall sick, again!
but it didn’t keep me from feeling disappointed, i had everything planned out, gonna meet weilin, finally got our accomodation stuffs looking somewhat concrete, had all these plans to meet up with people, maybe even squeeze in some time for shopping, and most importantly “me time”. Just me & my book, me & my journal, while i wait for the overnight flight at the airport later at night..
but God reminded me of what’s important. it’s so like Him to always do that. to refocus. and it helps when i have a God-fearing boyfriend who gives me wise advice as well. refocus. so i refocused. i just thought about the place, how it’s actually quite pricey. unfurnished. and there was another option that popped up which was a cheaper and more convenient alternative, but without confirmation. yesterday, i didnt care, yesterday i just wanted a place to stay, yesterday i was desperate. but today, God reminded me of what i initially prayed for. it has to be a home, it has to be safe, a place where people come and be blessed, it has to be a place that both weilin and i are comfortable and at peace with, it has to be the ONE that God had prepared for us.
i called wei lin, to “break” the news to her. we had a good chat. and we agreed that there was no point rushing it. i could’ve still catch the later flight to go straight for the contract signing without inspecting the place beforehand, but it didn’t seem right. so i called up the property manager, and told her what had happened. i expected the “cold shoulder” for not turning up, for missing the appointment, but she was really nice about it, which was a pleasant surprise. i withdrew from our application. the strange thing was, i didnt feel disappointed or sad. i felt peace. if this apartment was meant to be ours, it will still be in 1 weeks time, when i actually move down to Melb. so. yea.
what an eventful morning! but in all things, i choose to praise Him, for the One who knows, and who directs. i trust that He is more concerned about my accommodation than i am.
so yea, i may be $200 poorer (if i did go to melb i’d probably be a lot poorer from all the ’shopping’), haha.. but i am so glad i serve a God who knows what He is doing.
different colours of hangers of different shapes and sizes. no wonder my wardrobe looks “messy” 
and probably a whole heap of my stuffs are with other people too. if there’s anything i need improvement with, is in this area of keeping tab.
sigh. which makes me feel so poor, especially when i attempted to sew them together, and they end up looking like patchwork! i REALLY need to practice my sewing skills.
I was one of those, who dreams and aspires to study overseas, since a tender age. I guess God knew the plans He had for me, He sent me to a nearer place first. It was in Singapore that my love for Malaysia sparked. The “want” to make a change, to go back and serve the country. In fact that changed me so much that I thought of finishing up my whole medical course back home! Even though I’m miles away from home now, my heart still lies in my “Tanah air”; although it’s not perfect, it’s home. What an honour it is to be a Malaysian!