Misfortune Doesn't Come Alone
As to you guys who don't know what the title means, it is basically a literal translation from a Chinese idiom "Huo Bu Dan Xing", which means that when you are hit by disasters, you don't normally get hit by one, but you get hit by several in one go.
Yesterday I was anxious to go to the prayer service in my church as I really need prayers - since I'm turning into a hypochondriac due to inner conflicts. So I took a bus - unfortunately a Metro bus number 10 - which goes around in circles in USJ before finally reaching the Summit (where my church is) after about 30 minutes (which should be less than 10 minutes provided you take Mini Bus). One sucking thing about this bus is that it doesn't stop in front the Summit - you still have to walk for about 10 minutes including a fly-over (which I'm too lazy to use now).
So by the time I reached Summit, I was already late by half an hour. Nevertheless, my heart was soaring as I was about to enter the House of God, and my feet began to leave earth's surface. Then when I arrived there, what I saw was a closed metal door instead of the usual friendly, smiling face of the ushers. I was instantly hit by a thunder (metal door symbolizes denial or rejection, as I learned in literature) - as if God Himself has denied me. The feeling of depression worsened - it first started when I was down with serious flu.
Nevermind the next day (which is today), I awoke fresh, feeling slightly better, did some household chores (washed my 5 days of dirty clothes which took me about an hour, and washed the plates and cups my ever so diligent housemates have so nicely left unwashed for centuries, and pasted a paper to remind them to wash their dirty plates), and some useless, aimless net browsing.
When it was about 3 p.m., I took a bus to the Summit (yes, again) to donate blood (Negaraku, tanah tumpahnya darahku - since there is no more war to defend Malaysia now, the only place I can shed blood for my homeland is through donations). With great anticipation, I queued for about 1 hour and 1/2, waiting for my turn. Then came the final pre-donation checkup. The doctor/nurse/I-dunno asked me: Batuk? -Yes. Ada kahak? -Yes. Apa warna? -Kuning. Kuning? -(Nod). Ok, kau tak boleh derma darah. Tunggu satu minggu. -(silent)
And that ends my patient wait, and glorious desire to contribute to the society. The I-dunno asked me why I didn't ask her earlier. I was silent, but I thought,"What the heck! I don't even know this got to do with blood-donating. How am I to ask a question that I'm not even aware of?" But I know it's my fault. As a science student, it was expected of me to deduce that when you have flu, the air you breathe in may be contaminated by the bacteria in your lungs, which in turns contamines the oxygenated blood, which means that your blood is indonatable (new term)
I was so f***ked up that I nearly fainted or use my fists to make others faint. Luckily I was still in control. So afterwards, I went to buy some food supplies and other necessities (toothpaste, facewash) at Pyramid - which was an enjoyable experience. I feel like a freaking housewife, rejoicing at the sight of cheap and good (C&G) stuff. After paying and carrying the C&G stuff, I found out that some of the C&G stuff weren't that C&G in reality. The Ruffles potato chips, which I saw priced at RM6.99 at a papercard, turned out to be RM8.49, and the facewash was RM 1++ more expensive than the price I thought I saw. As a cheap-skate, I was enraged but still faithfully adhering to the Malaysian norm of behaviour, no action talk only (NATO), I didn't pursue this matter (since it was probably me that looked at the wrong price tag in the first place).
So I went back full of bitterness and grief over all the injustice that has happened to me, wondering "Why?" and feeling gloomier each passing second. Then I picked up my bible, which I haven't opened for a whole day, and read it. When I read the verse 1 Peter 5:6-11, my emotion took a U-turn. It was totally amazing. Suddenly, I felt so blessed and joyful. Praise the Lord, for He gives me joy and strength.
Amen!
Yesterday I was anxious to go to the prayer service in my church as I really need prayers - since I'm turning into a hypochondriac due to inner conflicts. So I took a bus - unfortunately a Metro bus number 10 - which goes around in circles in USJ before finally reaching the Summit (where my church is) after about 30 minutes (which should be less than 10 minutes provided you take Mini Bus). One sucking thing about this bus is that it doesn't stop in front the Summit - you still have to walk for about 10 minutes including a fly-over (which I'm too lazy to use now).
So by the time I reached Summit, I was already late by half an hour. Nevertheless, my heart was soaring as I was about to enter the House of God, and my feet began to leave earth's surface. Then when I arrived there, what I saw was a closed metal door instead of the usual friendly, smiling face of the ushers. I was instantly hit by a thunder (metal door symbolizes denial or rejection, as I learned in literature) - as if God Himself has denied me. The feeling of depression worsened - it first started when I was down with serious flu.
Nevermind the next day (which is today), I awoke fresh, feeling slightly better, did some household chores (washed my 5 days of dirty clothes which took me about an hour, and washed the plates and cups my ever so diligent housemates have so nicely left unwashed for centuries, and pasted a paper to remind them to wash their dirty plates), and some useless, aimless net browsing.
When it was about 3 p.m., I took a bus to the Summit (yes, again) to donate blood (Negaraku, tanah tumpahnya darahku - since there is no more war to defend Malaysia now, the only place I can shed blood for my homeland is through donations). With great anticipation, I queued for about 1 hour and 1/2, waiting for my turn. Then came the final pre-donation checkup. The doctor/nurse/I-dunno asked me: Batuk? -Yes. Ada kahak? -Yes. Apa warna? -Kuning. Kuning? -(Nod). Ok, kau tak boleh derma darah. Tunggu satu minggu. -(silent)
And that ends my patient wait, and glorious desire to contribute to the society. The I-dunno asked me why I didn't ask her earlier. I was silent, but I thought,"What the heck! I don't even know this got to do with blood-donating. How am I to ask a question that I'm not even aware of?" But I know it's my fault. As a science student, it was expected of me to deduce that when you have flu, the air you breathe in may be contaminated by the bacteria in your lungs, which in turns contamines the oxygenated blood, which means that your blood is indonatable (new term)
I was so f***ked up that I nearly fainted or use my fists to make others faint. Luckily I was still in control. So afterwards, I went to buy some food supplies and other necessities (toothpaste, facewash) at Pyramid - which was an enjoyable experience. I feel like a freaking housewife, rejoicing at the sight of cheap and good (C&G) stuff. After paying and carrying the C&G stuff, I found out that some of the C&G stuff weren't that C&G in reality. The Ruffles potato chips, which I saw priced at RM6.99 at a papercard, turned out to be RM8.49, and the facewash was RM 1++ more expensive than the price I thought I saw. As a cheap-skate, I was enraged but still faithfully adhering to the Malaysian norm of behaviour, no action talk only (NATO), I didn't pursue this matter (since it was probably me that looked at the wrong price tag in the first place).
So I went back full of bitterness and grief over all the injustice that has happened to me, wondering "Why?" and feeling gloomier each passing second. Then I picked up my bible, which I haven't opened for a whole day, and read it. When I read the verse 1 Peter 5:6-11, my emotion took a U-turn. It was totally amazing. Suddenly, I felt so blessed and joyful. Praise the Lord, for He gives me joy and strength.
Amen!