heartbreaking
"It had not been easy for her to regain her self-control after she heard Digna Pardo's shriek in the patio and found the old man of her life dying in the mud. Her first reaction was one of hope, because his eyes were open and shining with a radiant light she had never seen there before. She prayed to God to give him at least a moment so that he would not go without knowing how much she had loved him despite all their doubts, and she felt an irresistible longing to begin life with him all over again so that they could say what they had left unsaid and do everything right that they had done badly in the past. But she had to give in to the intransigence of death. Her grief exploded into a blind rage against the world, even against herself, and that is what filled her with the control and the courage to face her solitude alone. From that time on she had no peace, but she was careful about any gesture that might seem to betray her grief."
"She wept for the first time since the afternoon of the disaster, without witness, which was the only way she wept. She wept for the death of her husband, for her solitude and rage, and when she went into the empty bedroom she wept for herself because she had rarely slept alone in that bed since the loss of her virginity. Everything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his absence in the dressing table mirror, his own odor on her skin. A vague thought made her shudder:" The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die." She did not want anyone's help to get ready for bed, she did not want to eat anything before she went to sleep. Crushed by grief, she prayed to God to send her death that night while she slept, and with that hope she lay down, barefoot but fully dressed, and fell asleep on the spot. She slept without realizing it, but she know in her sleep that she was still alive, and that she had half a bed to spare, that she was lying on her left side on the left-hand side of the bed as she always did, but that she missed the weight of the other body on the other side. Thinking as she slept, she thought that she would never again be able to sleep this way, and she began to sob in her sleep, and she slept, sobbing, without changing position on her side of the bed, until long after the roosters crowed and she was awakened by the despised sun of the morning without him."
Love in the time of Cholera; Gabriel Garcia Marquez
they said yes!
Christchurch - Ashburton - Timaru - Oamaru - Dunedin
Current location: backpackers in Oamaru.
Tomorrow: Will be going to see the fossils! And leaving for Dunedin in the afternoon.
Status: both siblings are nearly broke, and some people have been ripping us off, but hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. Please let tomorrow be a better day.
Christchurch was awesome and will always be. Thanks Ray and Gloria! (Glo: I will remember the cooking tips given by your mom! =D) My brother and I have been travelling since Wednesday, and so far, each place has its good and bad points. We agree that the sceneries are the best! Timaru has the best museum and the best botanical gardens, Ashburton has the best motel and hospitality, and Oamaru has the most amazing things to see! Yet to comment on Dunedin but I'm sure it'll be amazing when we get there. We got to see some of the most amazing stuff, and all God-created without much blemish from men. We saw Edoras, which was Rohan from LOTR, and tomorrow we're gonna see where Chronicles of Narnia was filmed (the fossils). We saw penguins, small, quaint little towns and some pretty amazing views (the scenic drives). We had some people ripping us off as well in terms of $$ but oh well, God has given me peace in the midst of all of these things. He has always provided for us, and I'm sure He will not fail us this time! Worse things could have happened but they didn't. We are safe, we are not starving, and we are hoping that tomorrow will be a better day!
Oh yeah..
After much stress, hard work, a tough act of balancing studies, tests (2 300-level papers, back-to-back), work (140 assignments that had to be marked), psychometric testings (had to do 4 in total), interviews (4 in total), lots of prayer (especially on mom's side), freaking 200 dollars for a full suit (blazer, shirt, skirt, and shoes, and the set was the cheapest I could find! Half price from Portmans. Imagine if it wasn't on sale. Gosh), and lots of anxiety and learning how to trust Him, and also preparing for rejection...(and all of them in the space of one week plus)
I received a call when I was in the art museum in Ashburton.
PricewaterhouseCoopers.
I applied for a summer intern position.
Line of service: Audit (which is an interesting choice on my part. I've always thought that I will avoid this line, but hmm...)
They made an offer! Yes!
=D.
Jehovah Jireh, God my provider.
say bye-bye to law as we know it
From Fi's blog:
http://www.othermalaysia.org/content/view/174/1/
Next time when you're going to ask someone out in Malaysia, check first!
Nanti kena rotan baru tau...
What's even more interesting is, this writer is actually a Muslim scholar.
Aiseh man...
