Just missing...
Been blog hopping. What a small world. 2 of the blogs actually belonged to 2 colleagues of mine whom I've not even met but only heard of. Interesting.
But one post actually caught my eye. It was about my bestfriend, deceased. Apparently that person missed the chance of getting to know Watz better. Watz had always been the most gentle, caring and sincere person I've ever known.
2002
We got through the 2 nerve wrecking days of interview. She chose to join on the same date as me 'cause she was very comfortable with me. Though we didn't manage to live in the same accommodation or in the same training session, we had always made a point to spent time with each other on weekends. Being away from home and living with strangers were 2 things which were the first for us both. We were like siamese twins. So many secrets, feelings and heartaches sharedd and mended. We never thought living on your own was gonnabe tough. Remembered the first 2 weeks of training when Watz cried about wanting to give up and fly home. We convinced her to stay.
2003
A year has gone and Watz was happy with her job. The bond that was knitted between Watz, Len and me were really strong. The friendship we had here was different. It's more intimate, not in the sexual context. Back home u can only meet up with your mates at the mall, coffee joints, anywhere except each other's home and occasional slumber parties at weekend chalets. Here, each has their own place, so hanging out is more of a homely affair. Your friends are your family here in this faraway land. We supported and motivated each other. Decision to move into the same apartment was never materialised. Watz finally moved in with 2 other gals from the same homeland. She was very happy. That very same year, after being in and out of emotional turmoil for a period of time, she finally got engaged. I still remember that day. She looks so beautiful and radiant, posing for pictures. All we could pray for was for her eternal happiness...
22 July 2004, 1100hr, GMT +4
Me: Hey, I thought you had left?
W: Got bumped off from all the 3 flights from last nite till this morning. Gonna try again tonite.
Me: Ok then. ME packing my stuff for the weekend trip. Will drop by yours if I finish packing early. Else, we'll meet up on the 9th. Will call u then.
W: Alright then. Will ring you later.
26 July 2004, 0300hr, GMT +4
"I need you to calm down. Wati is gone." Tears flowed. Calls were made. I was put in charged to settle all her stuff here. Seeing her room for the last time, there on the desk, stood the picture that had the 3 of us in it. Each of us has a copy. Looking at the neatness of her room, we all still felt that she was returning. We were all in a state of denial. The wake went smoothly. A lot of people came for the prayers even those who never knew her before but heard the news somehow. We were touched. She was more than a friend. She was like a sister. I was filled with mix emotions.
All the bottled up feelings just accumulated. I was so depressed. What made it worse was to hear from people who actually didn't even know the real story, telling diff versions of the accident. I had a breakdown finally a few months later. I feel so blessed to have Sharky by my side to help me through.
It's almost a year (in 3 mths), I still feel the lost. Any little things will remind us here of her. May God bless her soul and put her in the blessed place that she belongs...
But one post actually caught my eye. It was about my bestfriend, deceased. Apparently that person missed the chance of getting to know Watz better. Watz had always been the most gentle, caring and sincere person I've ever known.
2002
We got through the 2 nerve wrecking days of interview. She chose to join on the same date as me 'cause she was very comfortable with me. Though we didn't manage to live in the same accommodation or in the same training session, we had always made a point to spent time with each other on weekends. Being away from home and living with strangers were 2 things which were the first for us both. We were like siamese twins. So many secrets, feelings and heartaches sharedd and mended. We never thought living on your own was gonnabe tough. Remembered the first 2 weeks of training when Watz cried about wanting to give up and fly home. We convinced her to stay.
2003
A year has gone and Watz was happy with her job. The bond that was knitted between Watz, Len and me were really strong. The friendship we had here was different. It's more intimate, not in the sexual context. Back home u can only meet up with your mates at the mall, coffee joints, anywhere except each other's home and occasional slumber parties at weekend chalets. Here, each has their own place, so hanging out is more of a homely affair. Your friends are your family here in this faraway land. We supported and motivated each other. Decision to move into the same apartment was never materialised. Watz finally moved in with 2 other gals from the same homeland. She was very happy. That very same year, after being in and out of emotional turmoil for a period of time, she finally got engaged. I still remember that day. She looks so beautiful and radiant, posing for pictures. All we could pray for was for her eternal happiness...
22 July 2004, 1100hr, GMT +4
Me: Hey, I thought you had left?
W: Got bumped off from all the 3 flights from last nite till this morning. Gonna try again tonite.
Me: Ok then. ME packing my stuff for the weekend trip. Will drop by yours if I finish packing early. Else, we'll meet up on the 9th. Will call u then.
W: Alright then. Will ring you later.
26 July 2004, 0300hr, GMT +4
"I need you to calm down. Wati is gone." Tears flowed. Calls were made. I was put in charged to settle all her stuff here. Seeing her room for the last time, there on the desk, stood the picture that had the 3 of us in it. Each of us has a copy. Looking at the neatness of her room, we all still felt that she was returning. We were all in a state of denial. The wake went smoothly. A lot of people came for the prayers even those who never knew her before but heard the news somehow. We were touched. She was more than a friend. She was like a sister. I was filled with mix emotions.
All the bottled up feelings just accumulated. I was so depressed. What made it worse was to hear from people who actually didn't even know the real story, telling diff versions of the accident. I had a breakdown finally a few months later. I feel so blessed to have Sharky by my side to help me through.
It's almost a year (in 3 mths), I still feel the lost. Any little things will remind us here of her. May God bless her soul and put her in the blessed place that she belongs...
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